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

Chapter 379 What is the current level of the Hell Game?
Liu Zheng walked to the middle elevator and looked carefully at the mask on the elevator door.

The mask showed no reaction to his wanton gaze and looked like a truly dead object.

"The 7th floor, right?"

So he pressed the up button.

Under Liu Zheng's gaze of "Just as I expected", the angry man in the mask opened his mouth.

It expanded larger and larger until it swallowed up the wall near the elevator door, revealing a large dark hole.

If you didn't know it was an elevator, you would probably mistake it for a hidden passage or something.

Liu Zheng turned his head and saw that Shisanyao had already taken the elevator and left.

He must have known that he left earlier than Liu Zheng, but he directly told Liu Zheng to wait for him at the elevator.

Either Thirteen Yao can control the speed of the elevator, or the speeds of the two elevators are simply different.

Putting aside his guesses, he walked into the man's masked mouth.

The hard touch under his feet was somewhat beyond Liu Zheng's expectations.

He thought it should feel as close to flesh and blood as the takeout channel.

As he walked forward, he stretched out his hands and reached around, but didn't touch anything.

This was within Liu Zheng's expectations. It seemed that most of the buildings in the metropolis had the function of space folding.

I don’t know whether this technology is very popular in metropolitan areas or whether it is an inherent attribute of metropolitan architecture.

"Since you have allowed me to come in, why should I be so secretive? If you have anything to say, just speak out."

Liu Zheng suddenly spoke.

He treated all these strange ancillary buildings as if they were handled intentionally.

Since you are conscious, try to communicate first.

If communication fails, try to crack the rules or physics.

Moreover, Liu Zheng has another trump card in his hand, which is the fatal mailing slip.

As long as there is this mailing slip, things like secret rooms and cages are not worth mentioning.

In reality, postal services can be found even in natural villages with only a few dozen people, and postal services in metropolitan areas will be even better in this regard.

“Are there any regrets in life?”

After a moment of silence, a deafening roar sounded in the dark space.

"Have."

he said without hesitation.

Regret is something that everyone has.

Even a person who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth will still regret that he has everything.

“Is there any complaint in life?”

The roar sounded again.

"Have."

Liu Zheng replied immediately.

He is not a saint, and his life is not smooth, so naturally he has complaints.

Especially when he was just diagnosed with ALS, he was so resentful that he almost turned into a horse.

“Is there hatred in life?”

The roar rolled in.

"Have."

Liu Zheng still gave the same answer.

Hate others for having, hate yourself for not having.

Given the difficulty of his birth, if it weren't for the welfare benefits and good talent, he would have basically been a slave in his life.

Even though he was admitted to university and found a decent job, he was still far from a happy life.

After all, how can one person’s ten years of hard study be compared with the struggle of several generations?

"Then why aren't you angry?!"

"Then why aren't you angry?!"

"Then why aren't you angry?!!!"

The roar was getting closer and louder, and finally it turned into a strong wind, sweeping towards Liu Zheng.

"Because it's numb."

He said calmly.

I originally thought that I would just be an honest slave, save for a down payment for more than ten years and then take on a mortgage for thirty years, and then live an ordinary life in my own two-bedroom, one-living-room house.

The result was that he was diagnosed with ALS and could only buy a compact gravesite.

If that were all, that would be fine.

Anyway, Liu Zheng has always had a sense of resentment in his heart, but he was bound by the shackles of society and the instinct for survival.

Now that I'm dying, it's a good time to let myself go.

For example, he felt great when he beat up that stupid editor-in-chief, and he also had an even more satisfying plan.

But just when Liu was about to achieve the achievement of being on Toutiao, he was selected by some hell game.

The bad news is, this crappy game will kill him faster than the ALS.

The good news is, this crappy game might actually be able to cure his ALS.

If that were all, that would be fine.

Liu Zheng has also read infinite flow novels, and was even so obsessed with them at one point that he even changed his signature to something like "Do you want to truly live?"

Striving to find a way out between life and death crises, and then sublimating oneself and breaking free from constraints, is also a kind of romance for men.

As a result, the first copy he came across was a heavyweight one.

Liu Zheng also had his reasons. What kind of novice dungeon were they playing? It was an animal prison.

What copy was he playing in? The Bloody Restaurant.

What is the current level of Hell Game?
There are only a few newbies like this, and he, who has ALS, is delivering food. Can he do it?

I can’t deliver it. I don’t have the ability to do so, you know?

If I continue to deliver it, it will time out. After the time is up, it will be delivered to the wrong person, and then it will be rejected. Then I will be delivered away.

You haven't laid a solid foundation for a hell game like this, so can you guarantee that he can win at such a critical moment in the battle in the main god space?
To be more pragmatic, he advised the system to first understand its own selection criteria and the concept of the copy.

The principle of gradual progress is a good one. Tell him why you want to change it.

Now he, a new player, is about to become a metropolitan succubus. How are you going to tell him to explain it?

The face is gone.

Since such a high-level being has no shame, then he, a mere mortal, has no choice but to be ashamed.

“Why aren’t you angry???”

The roaring voice ignored Liu Zheng's answer, or perhaps did not agree with it, and asked again.

This time the sound came above his head, like a mountain collapsing.

"I'm not angry, that's all. You've been asking me this for so long, so I'll ask you something too."

Liu Zheng straightened his back and spoke calmly.

“Are there any regrets in life?”

He asked loudly, looking up.

His shouts were naturally nothing compared to the roar that sounded like a punishment from heaven.

But as soon as the shout was uttered, the falling mountain composed of sound waves actually stopped the falling stones.

"Have."

After a brief silence, a roar sounded.

“Is there any complaint in life?”

Liu Zheng continued to ask.

"Have."

“Is there hatred in life?”

"Have."

"Then why aren't you angry?"

He spoke softly, but the roar above his head shattered and the space fell into deathly silence.

In this dead silence, heavy and slow footsteps suddenly sounded.

A human figure emerged from the darkness and slowly walked towards Liu Zheng from a distance.

With every step he took, his figure became more solid.
When he walked in front of Liu Zheng, even the texture of his clothes was clearly visible.

"In the second year of Yuanhe, a samurai was staying overnight, and a group of thieves broke into his house at night. He entered the house to protect his master, and was cut down hundreds of times, but he remained standing. The thieves were moved and knelt down and left."

"One meal, one night's sleep, and a heart full of courage, this is a good story. We can find a painter to draw the story of the knight-errant and pass it on to future generations."

"However, the master family secretly practices the method of refining corpses, refining the warriors into walking corpses, and neither their bodies nor their souls can rest in peace."

"After that, in order to fight for the family property, all the brothers of the main family used the method of controlling corpses, causing the zombies to go out of control and slaughter all the men, women, old and young in the main family."

"Afterwards, the warrior's wife and daughter came to look for him, but they were killed by the zombies. The zombies absorbed the blood of their loved ones and the souls of their beloved ones. Their realm was finally perfected, their mind was complete, and they roamed in broad daylight."

"But the person I saved was killed by me, and the person I loved died for me, leaving only a group of corpses walking alone in the world."

"How can I not feel regret? How can I not feel resentment? How can I not feel hatred?" "How can I not feel anger!"

The sound of the black shadow became louder and louder, and finally the roar turned into a strong wind that raged in the space.

The seemingly bottomless darkness was stirred by the strong wind, and the background hidden beneath the darkness was turned out. The blood light was overwhelming and looming, like a pulsating blood vessel.

"The warrior you are talking about, isn't that you?"

Liu Zheng asked leisurely.

The black shadow did not answer, but silence was a sign of agreement.

"Given the average moral level of the metropolis, isn't it common sense to repay kindness with enmity? I am a lone man and I have to be very careful when doing good things. You dare not do a background check before helping others with a family. Don't you deserve to be cheated?"

He continued.

"Crack!"

The black shadow still didn't answer, but his dark shell cracked in several places, revealing the red skin underneath.

"Besides, I'm not good at discussing theoretical stuff like this. I prefer studying how to do something rather than why or what it is."

"Since you can be resurrected from the dead, your wife and children should be able to be resurrected as well, right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"The souls of my wife and children have been digested by me."

The shadow finally spoke.

"It's ok as long as they are not excreted. We can find a way to separate the two souls. I know a doctor who has a lot of experience in resurrecting the dead."

"I also know the cemetery manager. He should also be very good at separating souls."

"If all else fails, I know an old man who can reincarnate the dead into crickets. Although it's a little difficult to cultivate back to human form, isn't it better for your family of three to live a good life?"

He said while counting on his fingers.

In fact, these thoughts just flashed through his mind, but he just wanted to relive the feeling of having fingers.

"What about those who repay kindness with enmity?"

The shadow said after a long silence.

"Resurrect and kill again, just pretend you never saved them. They were all killed by the bandits. There's no need to pass on a bloodline like this."

Liu Zheng said carelessly.

"Will you stop being angry if this happens?"

The shadow said in a daze.

"Angry, why not angry?"

He asked rhetorically.

"If hatred is avenged and kindness is repaid, what need is there to be angry about?"

The shadow wondered.

"What you are angry about is different from what you do. I still have anger disorder, but I still have to eat shit when it's time to give it to others."

"You are a warrior, don't you understand that clothes make the man?"

Liu Zheng looked at him with contempt.

"I will remember your words, sir. May I ask if you are willing to help me with this?"

The black shadow bowed slightly to him, and the black shells on his body fell off like rain, revealing a warrior covered in blood red with a long sword on his waist.

"What good will it do me to help you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"If you are willing to help, as long as I am still the spirit of the elevator, I will not make things difficult for you."

The Blood Warrior said.

Being able to become an elevator attendant means you have some authority.

As long as he is willing to pay a certain price, he can allow a person to ride his elevator safely without having to consider the rules or encountering any trouble.

"You want to embarrass me, but it's not that easy."

Liu Zheng took out the express delivery slip of the fatal mail.

This prop he won from the postman has not been used yet, but its life-saving function in the metropolis is undoubted.

"Sir, you actually have this magical item?"

The Blood Warrior was shocked.

It doesn't know what it is, but that doesn't stop it from knowing the purpose of the express note. It also knows that it can't stop it, not even if three elevators join forces.

"This is just a small collection of my life."

Liu Zheng said lightly.

"Then I can help you solve the hidden danger in your hand, sir."

The Blood Warrior was overwhelmed by his aura and spoke after thinking for a moment.

"Ok?"

He frowned slightly.

"Sir, although you appear to be flawless, I am not talented enough, but I have some understanding of murderous aura. Especially after becoming a fierce spirit, my perception of murderous aura has reached a new level."

"Mr. has murderous aura imprinted in his hands. This is a good thing, as it can assist in the practice of killing and increase the means to fight against the enemy. However, Mr. has no way to practice killing. If this continues for a long time, the murderous aura will backfire and become ten times more ferocious."

The Blood Warrior ignored Liu Zheng's reaction and spoke to himself.

This is his home ground after all. Although he can't stop Liu Zheng from running away, it is impossible for him to kill him.

"Then you have the method of practicing the Way of Killing?"

Liu Zheng was a little surprised.

"No."

The Blood Warrior shook his head.

"Tsk, what are you talking about?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Although I don't have any way to practice, I do have a solution. I know a swordsmith who can forge a person's blood, moves, and soul into his sword. The murderous aura is naturally no problem for him."

The Blood Warrior said.

"Oh?"

Now Liu Zheng became a little interested.

Isn’t this the “method of transfer” that Yu Cricket mentioned? And from the sound of this knife maker’s craft, it seems that it is what he called “blood sacrifice to refine weapons”.

I just don’t know if this knife maker can inlay the divine blood gem. Those super-large gems have not been used since they entered the country.

"What do you think of this condition, sir?"

The Blood Warrior asked expectantly.

"Can you make a phone call here?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Since the other party has indeed offered conditions that make him excited, he should be more cautious in his answer.

"You can make a call, but the signal is not good. If you go beyond the range of the bathhouse street, you will most likely not be able to make a call."

The Blood Warrior said.

Wow, even the poor cell phone signal in the elevator was reproduced, right? The Metropolitan Museum of Art is really serious about cosplaying reality.

“Will it be bugged?”

he asked.

"What do you mean by eavesdropping?"

The Blood Warrior asked in confusion.

"There's someone up there."

Liu Zheng pointed to the invisible ceiling and said.

"Oh, I see, yes, and she listens to the recording every day."

The Blood Warrior nodded.

"You admitted it so readily."

He was speechless, but not surprised.

Even Grandma Tang would say that anyone who said my name in the bathhouse would receive a response, and it was even more impossible for her to miss out on an information hub like the elevator.

"Then can you imagine a way to block it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What will you do, sir?"

"I need to make a phone call to confirm whether your wife and children can be saved."

He said bluntly.

"In that case, I have a plan."

"You said."

"Sir, let me chop it with one blow, and it will be fine."

As he spoke, the blood warrior grasped the long sword at his waist, his eyes red as a devil.

(End of this chapter)