Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Yes, but I don't want to talk about it right now."

A strange smile was on Volva's face.

"Got it. Go get her!"

At his command, Tomoko immediately charged out like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins.

The knife arrived before the person.

"Secret Sword - Wave-Treading Slash!"

The invisible blade energy crashed towards the treehouse like waves, each wave stronger than the last, and arriving first despite being slower.

When the last wave of sword energy reached the treehouse, more than a dozen sword energies had already converged together, and the enormous sword energy caused the space to ripple like water.

Yaksha, however, remained motionless, seemingly unwilling to condescend to become a henchman.

"It's not proper to start by tearing things down in someone's house."

Wolva remained calm and slammed her iron staff onto the floor.

The fingers of the skeletal hand grew wildly, wrapping around the front of the treehouse like vines.

"Crack, click, click, click!"

The bone hand broke off piece by piece, turning into bone dust that fell to the ground, but the wall of bones remained unbroken.

"Only by tearing down the walls can we communicate more frankly."

Liu Zheng said with a grin, then took the knife in his left hand and the sheath in his right.

His most powerful combination right now is probably "Your Mom's Trash Can" plus "Resentful Fish".

However, considering that the other party seemed to be a necromancer, it would be ridiculous if the vengeful spirit were turned against him, so it was not used.

Anyway, the effect of "Hell Before My Eyes" is area-of-effect, and with Zhizi's strength and the scabbard, it should be enough.

"what?"

Wolva exclaimed in surprise, as the bone wall transformed into a giant bone hand and perished along with the sword energy.

"So you were the buyer."

She looked at the scabbard and said.

"So you were the seller."

Liu Zheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening.

"Nostradamus said that I would rekindle our relationship today. I thought he was talking about Priest Helam, but it turns out he was referring to you."

Volva said with a half-smile.

"In that case, let's come in and have a chat."

She pointed her cane downwards, and a long ladder of white bones stretched all the way to Liu Zheng's front.

"Then I would be disrespectful."

He sheathed his dragon scale sword, walked up the bone stairs, and Zhizi followed closely behind.

Yasha hesitated for a moment, then followed behind Tomoko.

"A 'death-defying' delivery slip? You've got quite a lot of good stuff in your hands."

Wolfwa spotted the delivery slip in Liu Zhengchu's hand with her sharp eyes.

"I'm always out and about, so I always manage to pick up some trash."

He said half jokingly.

"That's true, the Metropolis is full of surprises."

Wolfwa, however, agreed with him.

"So Your Highness, you should go out and explore more when you have free time; you might just find something unexpected."

As he spoke, Liu Zheng had already walked up to Wolfe.

"Forget it, it's safer for wizards to stay in the wizard tower. Please come in, three guests."

Wolva shook her head and made way for them to go in.

Upon entering the treehouse, the interior space was indeed much larger than the exterior, approximately two hundred square meters.

But it still doesn't look like a witch's place; it looks more like a Nordic-style farmhouse.

Near the corner of the wall, there were many farm tools, and even cauliflower, cabbage and dill were hanging on the wall.

"Doesn't it feel different from what you imagined?"

Wolfwa saw through his thoughts.

"They are indeed quite different."

Liu Zheng readily admitted it.

"Because I was a farmer before I awakened to become a witch. Please have a seat, everyone."

With a flick of her finger, a long oak table appeared in the center of the previously empty room.

"Speaking of which, I'm very curious, what exactly is the difference between witches, sorcerers, wizards, mages, sorcerers, witch doctors, and so on?"

He sat down with an air of authority and then asked.

"To give an analogy, it's like the difference between a coachman, a rider, a motorcyclist, a car driver, and a truck driver."

After thinking for a moment, Volva replied.

"I understand. The essence is similar, only the tools used and the forms of expression are different."

“That’s right. You’re much smarter than you look, delivery driver.”

Wolva gave him an approving look.

"If I had to say, witches and sorcerers are more dependent on bloodline, while witches, wizards, and mages are more dependent on acquired skills, and witch doctors are a separate system."

She explained further.

"understood."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"You really put on a good show for us last time, deliveryman."

"Wolva suddenly said."

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

He looked puzzled.

"Stop pretending. Besides the people from your Bloody Restaurant, who else would dare to go toe-to-toe with that colorful pheasant?"

"Wolfa pointed at him and said."

"A colorful pheasant?"

Liu Zheng recalled the enormous Dharma image behind the peacock.

"Yes, that's a very vivid metaphor."

he commented.

"Did you regret paying such a high price for a dragon skin cloak?"

"Wolfa said with a hint of schadenfreude."

"I wouldn't say I regret it, but I'm really heartbroken. There were so many good things; I could have bought a live dragon with them."

He sighed.

"Haha, so you have no idea how happy I was laughing back then."

Wolva let out a deafening laugh.

"I got it now."

Liu Zheng picked at his ear and said expressionlessly.

"By the way, where did you get this?"

"Wolva took out the cursed master key and said."

“From the chairman of a company.”

He told her about the bombing of Hongsen Culture.

"Is that so?"

Wolva's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, and the bones on the iron staff mimicked her movements.

"Okay, you hand over the chairman's blood relative to me, and I'll sign for the takeout."

She set out her terms.

“No. I promised that chairman I would protect his family.”

Liu Zheng said, half-jokingly.

"You can't even protect yourself now, how can you protect others? Even if you escape using the delivery slip, you'll still be executed by the Bloody Restaurant if I don't sign for the takeout."

Wolf's tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

"That's not necessarily true. Even the city hall wouldn't set a rule that death is a certainty; a death sentence can be commuted to a suspended death sentence."

He said confidently.

"Then you will also pay a heavy price for a promise to the dead. Is it worth it?"

“A promise is a promise, whether to the living or the dead, or even to someone who is not human. In a metropolis, appearances may change, genders may change, even races may change, but my promise will not change.”

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"Keeping a promise requires having the ability to fulfill it. Do you have that ability?"

A strange smile appeared on Volva's face again.

I think I do, what do you think?

He pulled out a nitrous oxide bomb, revealing the dumpling-like markings on his tentacles, and wore a smile even stranger than that of Wolverine.

Sensing the terrifying power contained within the dumpling mark, the smile on Wolva's face gradually faded.

"A mere deliveryman, yet he has quite a lot of treasures."

She said in a deep voice.

"Otherwise, how could I have dared to bid against the peacock, and even win?"

Liu Zheng said leisurely, crossing his legs.

"I somewhat regret inviting you in."

"The strong always like to toy with the weak, using dangerous tactics to show off their awesomeness. You're not the first to do this, and you won't be the last."

He said calmly.

"However, if you hadn't invited me in, you would never have known the origin of the cursed master key, and this item would have remained just a collectible forever."

He added before Walva got angry.

"That's true."

Wolva's expression softened somewhat.

"Here's what we'll do: provide me with the blood of its relatives regularly until I lift the curse on the Master Key."

She offered new terms.

"No, the timeline is too long. I need an accurate number."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

Who knows when this woman will be able to break the curse of the universal key? If it takes ten or eight years, he doesn't have the time to waste with her.

"At least 5 liters."

"Wolfa said."