It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 210 I’m really going to send it

"WTF?"

Liu Zheng took the metal fragment and felt an extremely sharp sensation that stung his tentacles.

But when he looked at the painful spot, he found that it was not actually cut.

After careful observation, Liu Zheng discovered that this seemed to be part of some kind of weapon.

"Name: Fragment of the Killing Stone (One-time)"

"Type: Props/Miscellaneous"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect 1: It can cut open the body of any living being and cause it to undergo negative mutations."

"Effect 2: When used as a forging material, it can increase the sharpness of weapons and their lethality to living creatures."

"Note: How many times have I told you that I can't turn into a fox!"

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

Killing stone?

This thing doesn't look like a stone at all?

Could it be that the name of that weapon is the Killing Stone?

Speaking of which, it was the first time that Liu Zheng saw this kind of double type of item.

It is both a prop and a sundry item, and each has a different effect.

In terms of long-term benefits, it is definitely more cost-effective to use it as forging material.

But causing enemies to negatively mutate sounds pretty good too.

If it was a complete killing stone, it would probably be like the soup in the pot, and even the race would have mutated.

"Just give it a try."

Liu Zheng collected the fragments of the Killing Stone.

Guokou Tangzi didn't even bother to pay attention to him. This thing was not some common product. It was very famous in the underworld of the entire metropolis.

If Liu Zheng could collect all the fragments and create a complete Killing Stone, he might be able to become the leader of the entire Jidao.

Of course, this is impossible.

As far as Guokou Tangzi knew, some of the fragments of the Killing Stone had been taken out of the metropolis.

This is also the important reason why she was willing to give the fragments of the Killing Stone to Liu Zheng as a reward.

"Mr. Referee, please wait for me for a moment."

Liu Zheng said to Red Dragonfly.

"It's okay. I can just soak in the hot spring for a while longer."

As the red dragonfly spoke, it flew up, then dived into the hot spring, creating a huge splash of water.

"Hahaha!"

It laughs loudly and innocently, like an old naughty boy.

"It turns out that everyone in the metropolis has a serious disease."

Liu Zheng shook his head and left the women's bath with two pots of soup.

After leaving the public bath, he rode his racing car back to Rose Street.

"I'm back again, are you surprised?"

He got out of the car, smiled and said hello.

"Not a surprise, but a little frightened."

The plane tree said this in a very disrespectful manner.

"Just be surprised. I brought you something good."

Liu Zheng held up two soup pots to indicate.

"WTF?"

The plane tree asked.

As long as the lid is not opened, the smell inside will not leak out.

"Soup. Seeing that you drank so much, I was worried that your liver might be in trouble, so I made you some soup to nourish you."

He said.

"Idiot human, where does the tree get its liver?"

The plane tree rolled its eyes.

"Then we can replenish the tree rings, bark, roots, chlorophyll and so on."

"Stop being crazy here. Tell me, what do you want to change?"

Said the French plane tree.

"Do you still have the emergency rations you gave me last time?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No."

The plane tree shook its head.

"What about something a little more advanced than this?"

He asked persistently.

"No. I don't like canned food, so why so much?"

"I'll give you that one. Some stupid bird stole it from somewhere."

Said the French plane tree.

"Can we let the bird steal another can?"

Liu Zheng asked tentatively.

"sure."

The plane tree replied happily.

"Ok?"

There must be a problem if he agreed so readily.

"Just go inside my stomach and tell it."

Sure enough, the French plane tree continued.

"Tsk. You have a pretty good relationship with birds, so why do you want to eat them?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"My relationship with them is just a matter of interest, just like yours. Besides, it was the bird that went crazy and wanted to make a hole in me. Why shouldn't I eat it?"

"Dig a hole? Is this a bird or a squirrel?"

There's something strange about him.

"How did you graduate from school? You don't even know what a woodpecker is? You are such an idiot human."

The plane tree took the opportunity to mock.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng was immune to its taunts.

First of all, he didn't go to school in the metropolis.

Secondly, with all the messy things he had seen so far, who knew there were normal species like woodpeckers.

"Think carefully, is there anything similar?"

Liu Zheng said persistently.

"Why should I help you think?"

The plane tree looked disdainful.

"Don't help me, help yourself. The person you want to save is the helper I found for you."

"What level do you have to be my helper?"

The plane trees showed some interest.

"The Extreme Flavor Group is an organization of extreme cooks. Their overall strength is similar to that of cattle and horses, but they are freer and easier to control than cattle and horses." "The key is that I need them to help me destroy the Jordan family's factory and cancel the wanted order for the Fire Mage."

Liu Zheng explained patiently.

"A muddled plan."

The French plane tree commented.

He shrugged and didn't argue.

If you don't have enough strength of your own, you can only take one thing at a time and keep leveraging greater power like you do in finance.

But if this were not the case, how could he, an ordinary human being who had only entered this world for a few days, accomplish so many things?
Look at the delivery men before him, then look at the pet humans in the "Sunshine Pet Shop", and then look at the waiters on the 11th floor.

In order to avoid the same fate as them, Liu Zheng could only risk his life by taking the risk of small investment.

"Similar things do exist, but whether you can get them depends on whether your goods are of sufficient quantity."

Said the French plane tree.

"Don't worry, quality and quantity are guaranteed."

How can the quality of the soup cooked in an over-limit soup pot that even Napoleon would envy be bad?

As for the quantity, the two pots of soup together weigh almost 20 kilograms, not to mention feeding a tree, it's enough to water the fields.

Liu Zheng opened the lids of the two soup pots at once, and a strange aroma immediately came out.

"Ah Qiu!"

The plane tree sneezed.

The gray-brown face flushed slightly.

"Purée! What the hell is this? It's stronger than liquor."

It couldn't help but curse.

"The chef of the Bloody Restaurant prepared this thick soup for the competition. This pot alone costs over a million dollars."

Liu Zheng introduced.

"What about this tasteless one?"

"The top-quality soup produced by the leader of the Extreme Flavor Group, which was cooked at the cost of damaging the inherited soup pot, has been judged as the winner by Captain Qingting."

He continued his introduction.

"Well, if that's the case, the value is barely enough."

The French plane tree groaned.

The value of a collection requires comprehensive consideration, one of which is its symbolic significance and rarity.

These two soups together have enough symbolic significance and rarity, which gives them extremely high added value.

You know, the chef of the Bloody Restaurant has always been a judge in food competitions, and it is almost impossible for him to accept challenges from outsiders.

I don't know how this idiot human did it.

Two tree roots poked out and stuck into the soup pot.

The soup line dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the expression of the plane tree gradually became blurred.

"Burp~ It tastes so good."

It burped and said happily.

Recently, the idiot humans have been bringing it wine, and it is almost drunk.

But after drinking these two pots of soup, French Plantain's sense of taste immediately recovered, and he even felt that he could drink ten more bottles.

Liu Zheng looked at it and inexplicably wanted to laugh.

"What are you laughing at, you idiot human! Take your things and get out of my sight right now."

Plantain noticed his expression and said very unhappily.

A fat worm was thrown out from the black soil and hit Liu Zheng's face.

"Come on!"

He pulled the bug off, and the bug head of the middle-aged man wearing glasses looked at him in surprise.

"Name: Parasite"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect: When performing an action that requires the consumption of 'Meat', it can replace the consumption of 'Meat'."

"Note: Chong Chong, I really need to send it~"

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

"Uh"

Liu Zheng put the bug into the system space with a look of pain on his face.

"gone."

He said hello and took the bus back to the Yakudo Sento.

After entering the women's bath, Red Dragonfly was competing in breaststroke with Chili Head in the pool, while the other members of the Extreme Flavor Group were watching.

In a way, this competition is unfair because the red dragonfly has six legs and cannot be considered as breaststroke.

"Give."

Liu Zheng handed the parasite to the pot of soup.

"You can actually get something like this."

The soup in the pot was a little surprised.

She had seen chefs use this kind of insect as food, and the price of the finished product was not very high, just enough to pay a down payment.

"I told you, my connections are beyond your imagination."

He said calmly.

"Tsk, why are you pretending to be the Sixth Heaven Demon King?"

Guokou Tangzi took the parasite, opened its head and put it into its neck.

"Give me the pot."

There was a little bit of leak in her voice.

Liu Zheng held back his laughter and handed the soup pot to her.

Guokoutangzi took the soup pot and inserted the handle into his neck.

Blood spurted out all of a sudden and was sucked into the soup pot.

The red veins spread along the handle toward the pot body, and a thick layer of blood and flesh gradually formed on the metal pot body.

The blood vessels and flesh kept swelling with the sound of the soup breathing in the pot. It looked like both a heart and a head.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

A few minutes later, the soup in the pot suddenly chanted loudly.

Immediately, the blood vessels retracted into the neck and the flesh and blood returned into the pot.

Tangzi pulled out the handle from the pot and put his head back on.

"Cough cough."

She suddenly coughed violently and coughed out a pair of small glasses.

"The soup pot is complete. Can we announce the results of the competition?"

She spoke to the red dragonfly in the hot spring, her voice weak.

Even though there were parasites replacing the 'meat', the soup in the pot was still seriously damaged.

Fortunately, the red dragonfly's hearing is sharp enough.

It flapped its wings and flew to the mouth of the soup pot.

"Congratulations, Big Sister of the Extreme Taste Group, you won the competition."

It stretched out its referee's stick and tapped the soup at the mouth of the pot.

With just a slight push, the soup in the pot was smashed into the floor, just like hitting a living stake.

(End of this chapter)