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

Chapter 361: The Cricket Clan is about to produce another genius

"Well, that's a bit unnecessary."

Liu Zheng declined.

Being a cricket is worse than being a dead person. At least cows and horses will choose a good grave for him.

Or just bury him under the plane tree and keep Natasha and the others company.

It’s hard to say about others, but Niu Ma, Doctor Nile, and the Potato Sisters should have come to sweep his grave.

"It's not like you have to be a cricket forever. As long as you keep winning and feed on other crickets, you will eventually evolve into a human form."

The old man said.

"Isn't this how you turned into a human form?"

Liu Zhengxu asked with his eyes fixed.

"That's right. In fact, I was able to transform into a human form when I was born, but according to the family rules, if I want to inherit the unique skills, I must go through the process of becoming the Cricket King."

"Back then, I fought for my life and death in this fighting basin to achieve my current status."

The old man pointed at the pottery basin and recalled the glorious past.

"awesome."

Fighting for life and death, evolving into a human, and finally being a waiter in a sauna, this is not cost-effective.

A subtle expression appeared on Liu Zheng's face.

Of course, he would never say such a depressing thing.

In fact, if you think about it, he works hard every day, scheming and scheming, and competing with a group of big shots standing at the top of the pyramid of the metropolis, but on the surface he is just a delivery man.

When it comes to life and work experience, he may not be as good as the waiter in this sauna.

Damn, I can’t do this crappy job for even a day.

"It's not easy."

Liu Zheng let out a long sigh.

He originally wanted to mock others, but ended up being the one who broke down.

"Whether in the city or outside, life is never easy. As men, we have to shoulder the difficulties no matter how big they are. Even if the sky falls, we can't bend our knees."

The old man lectured.

"You are right, please start."

Liu Zheng made a gesture of invitation.

"You really don't want to be my son-in-law? It's okay if you don't marry into my family."

The old man was somewhat unwilling.

"You've already said that a man must be responsible. I have too many difficulties, so I won't ask you to help me."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Good boy, you have guts. How about this, if you don't want to be my son-in-law, you can just recognize me as your godfather. You don't have to change your surname. When the time comes, you can have a few more children and give one to me as your grandson."

The old man persevered.

"There's a long way to go, we'll talk about it later. Let's get down to business first."

Liu Zheng said perfunctorily.

"What do you mean by normal? The real thing is to pass on the secret skills. How many gears do you want?"

The old man said this, but he got to the point.

"What gear do you think I should choose?"

Taking advantage of the fact that the old man had a good impression of him, Liu Zheng asked shamelessly.

"It's the same in all the gears. If you want to pass, you have to increase it."

The old man glanced at him.

"Then I'll start with the first gear."

He is quick to accept advice.

"Slippery kid. Get ready, it's coming."

The old man reached his hand into the pottery basin, and one of his fingers turned into the shape of a cricket, and it looked like the red-headed cricket just now.

"This is your first performance, try your best."

The old man said.

"Haw!"

The red-headed cricket responded with a high-pitched chirp.

Then it stretched out its front legs and pulled out its big tooth.

"what?"

Just when Liu Zheng was a little puzzled, the red-headed cricket held his head high and chest out, raising his big fangs like a hammer.

Then, smash it down hard.

"Boom!"

It was clearly a clay basin, but after being hit by the big tooth, it made a sound like a drum.

Liu Zheng, who was nearby, also felt the impact of the sound waves, and his skin trembled all over.

"Ha!"

The red-headed cricket chirped excitedly.

"Don't get carried away, keep playing."

The old man said in a deep voice.

"chirp"

The red-headed cricket chirped dully, but when he looked at the big tooth in his hand, he immediately became excited again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drum beats cycled quickly and rhythmically. Even though Liu Zheng didn't understand drum music, he could still hear the excitement in it.

Music comes from emotion. This drum music was probably an improvisation by the red-headed cricket after defeating his enemy.

Liu Zheng's body also became excited by the drum music.

The heart beats violently, constantly pumping blood into the blood vessels.

The blood vessels are constantly vibrating, accelerating this circulation.

The tingling sensation came over him like a tide, and he couldn't help but scratch his neck.

However, this is when the tentacles' disadvantages become apparent.

In any case, soft objects cannot compare to hard objects like nails in terms of tickling performance.

Liu Zheng scratched it a few times, but the numbness did not get better, it even got worse.

In desperation, he could only whip himself with his tentacles.

"Snapped!"

In just one blow, the flesh on Liu Zheng's chest was torn apart.

"Ok?"

He froze for a moment.

No matter how well he recovers, he has no hobby of self-abuse.

The force of that slap just now was about the same as the force a normal person would use to hit himself.

Who has ever heard of making yourself bleed by shooting yourself in the face?
Liu Zheng tried to whip himself again, and the pain eased a little.

"Snapped!"

Another wound.

He was sure that his flesh had become loose and fragile.

I think this may also be the effect of drum music.

If the challenger can't resist and refuses to back down, he'll probably beat himself to death.

Of course, this kind of thing will not happen to Liu Zheng.

It was just a small wound and the bleeding stopped in just a few breaths.

However, even if you can persist like this until the end of time, it will be meaningless if you can't pass the test.

Moreover, this numb feeling was not pleasant, and he would even rather be stabbed by the other party.

"If I can outlast it, will that mean I've passed the test?"

Liu Zheng asked tentatively.

"Then I will continue to release crickets. If you have the ability, you can wait until they are all dead. Then I will do it myself in the end."

The old man said expressionlessly.

"Ahaha. I'd rather not trouble you. Let's go to second gear."

He laughed.

"Hmph. You're still so young, but you're always thinking of playing tricks."

The old man glared at him and held up another finger.

A purple-headed cricket stretched its limbs, then pulled out its own big teeth and started knocking on the pottery basin with the red-headed cricket.

Compared to the red-headed cricket, the purple-headed cricket is much calmer and its rhythm is slower. However, every time it hits the pottery basin, a stronger wave of sound will burst out.

"Puff puff puff!"

All parts of Liu Zheng's body kept exploding, and blood flowers bloomed like fireworks.

The two drum beats with different rhythms confronted each other, turning his body into a battlefield.

Just adding one more cricket caused his stress to surge.

Liu Zheng, who had been calm just now, now had a trace of pain on his face.

"Flesh and Blood Rebirth" didn't even have time to close the wound immediately. Drops of purple-red blood fell to the floor and were then turned into blood mist by the sound waves.

"There's something wrong with your bloodline."

Although Liu Zheng was frightened, the old man was even more frightened than him.

In recent years, there are many people who can withstand the second gear.

But this was the first time he had seen someone like Liu Zheng who could hold on by relying on his super high recovery ability.

Moreover, the opponent's strength should not be able to reach this level.

"All I can say is that the piles of shit that big people poop out are precious treasures to small people."

Liu Zheng spread his hands and said.

For Mr. Li, things like the eyeballs of black goat kids are just like snacks.

Although the evil god's gospel destroyed one of Mr. Li's clones, that was all.

If the evil god wants to really cause harm to Mr. Li, he must at least have a one-on-one conversation with him.

And the prank she played for some unknown purpose became the foundation for Liu Zheng to gain a foothold in the metropolis.

I don't know if Mr. Li will be angry or smile when he knows the result, or if he will show a smile that everything is under control.
Liu Zheng suddenly felt a chill.

"Since you can say this, it's not a loss for me to accept you as my godson. Shall we continue?"

the old man asked.

"continue."

He shook his head to get rid of those messy thoughts, then nodded.

"You should be able to hold out at the third gear, or go straight to the highest gear. Since you are my future son-in-law, I will stop if you can't hold out any longer."

The old man said.

"Thank you, old man."

Liu Zheng clasped his fists in thanks.

"I usually let them improvise for ordinary people, but today, I'm making an exception and letting them play big music. Just get through it if you can. It'll be good for you, kid."

The old man put both hands into the pottery basin, but when he was about to stretch out his fingers, he hesitated and slightly hooked his left thumb downward.

A cricket with its antennae broken off at the root and only one fang just poked its head out, then retracted, and was replaced by a cricket covered in white.

Great joy is hard to start and even harder to stop. Even if the old man is the master of crickets, he cannot completely control the actions of the crickets.

And the one he almost released just now was the most stubborn cricket, Eight Losers.

The eighth loser, this insect has all the signs of defeat, and not a single one of them is really ridiculous.

If someone who doesn't know much about crickets saw it, they would probably think it was some kind of congenital deformity.

And the fact is indeed so. From larvae to adults, Babai is the weakest cricket, only slightly stronger than Daiwu, a waste who is completely incapable of fighting.

But Babai has the strongest will and the greatest potential. If he can keep fighting without dying, he can continue to grow even if he loses.

If he could evolve into the true King of Eight Defeats, even an old man wouldn't be able to easily defeat him.

In fact, half of his strength is still in this eight-loss.

If the Eighth Loser really gets angry, a forced stop will inevitably result in some damage.

If it was an ordinary challenger, the old man would definitely not care and just die.

Anyway, he is just an employee, and it is not his turn to take responsibility if something goes wrong.

But since he is a junior whom he admires, he still has to show mercy to him.

So, the old man took Yabai back and replaced him with Mashiro.

Although Mashiro is also the Cricket King, he is still much worse than Yabai.

"It's about to begin, boy, light incense, take a bath, and listen carefully to the great music of "Breaking the Formation"!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, ten crickets raised their fangs impatiently.

Playing great music is a rare opportunity for them, and even the cricket king will benefit greatly from it.

"Boom boom boom!"

As soon as the first drum beat sounded, Liu Zheng's hair stood on end.

The weapons and cavalry were as cold as ice, and waves of murderous aura swept over him like a polar wind, chilling his entire body.

He raised the tentacle and saw that the originally rosy and shiny flesh had turned into a tattered state, and the joints seemed to be frozen and unable to move.

And this was just the beginning. As the music reached its climax, the solemn and murderous aura was directly integrated into the sound waves.

Countless crickets, fully armed and holding swords, spears, axes, hooks and forks, charged towards Liu Zheng.

There was also a crossbow team and archers arrayed in the back, ready to fire, and the arrows were pointed at their big teeth.

"kill!"

Although the crickets did not speak the common language of the metropolis, Liu Zheng understood it clearly.

"Boy, how can there be music without songs?"

The old man suddenly shouted.

"I can't sing, can I recite a poem?"

he replied.

"It's impossible."

"When the king was angry, a million people were killed. I am just a common man. When I am angry, blood will splatter ten steps away."

Liu Zheng took a deep breath to warm up his almost frozen body.

"The guest from Zhao wore a Hu tassel, and the Wu hook was shining with frost and snow. The silver saddle illuminated the white horse, which galloped like a meteor."

He recited poems as he walked forward towards the army of crickets.

The yellow legendary vest turned into a white robe at some point, and the four tentacles turned into four swords.

With just one step forward, the two armies came into close combat.

Dozens of long weapons stabbed at Liu Zheng, but he was only four heads and didn't even know how to use a sword.

But since it was his hand, he could use it however he wanted.

How can a double-edged sword not be a sword?
"Come!"

Liu Zheng let out an angry roar and swung his four sword arms at the same time, slashing towards the forest of guns in front of him.

The sword light slashed the gun shadow, destroying it as easily as a big axe chopping bamboo.

“So murderous!”

The old man's eyes lit up.

He is so young and murderous, but he does not have the kind of viciousness that would kill anyone he sees.

How could he not be happy with such a talented and beautiful person?

If he were to die at the peak of his powers, then reincarnate as the Eight Defeaters, and then fight his way back to a human body, his future would be limitless.

"Could it be possible that our cricket clan will produce another generation of genius?!"

The old man's heart was filled with emotion as he looked at Liu Zheng, who was unstoppable in the cricket army.

Liu Zheng didn't know how to chop left and right, chop up and down, pull, lift, or stab or punch.

He used all four sword arms as if they were knives. They were not even knives, but sticks with blades on both sides.

But even with such martial arts skills, he was still able to kill the crickets.

Because countless broken faces that looked like humans but not humans were growing out of the sword arms.

There were so many of them that they were squeezed together.

Some of them could just be pieced together to form a deformed yet complete face, but more of them turned into unknown patterns that were difficult to describe.

Whenever the sword arms collided with the weapons and bodies of the cricket army, those faces would bite each other hideously.

In front of the sharp teeth of these faces, the weapons of the cricket army are no different from tofu.

And every time a face tore a weapon or an enemy apart, another face would jump out and bite Liu Zheng, making him bleed.

"Kill one person every 10 steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles."

Liu Zheng just walked forward, seemingly unaware of everything happening around him, including himself.

In the fight, he seemed to have entered into that state of meditation where he neither thought nor did not think.

"not good!"

The old man exclaimed.

Although he did not have profound attainments in the way of killing, he had seen corresponding descriptions in the secret books of his master.

To control killing with people is right, to control people with killing is wrong.

Inspired by "Breaking the Formation Song", Liu Zheng is moving towards the evil path of controlling people by killing.

(End of this chapter)