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

Chapter 416 Genealogy God
"Are you going to sell it to me or do you want me to identify it for you?"

Facing Liu Zheng's flattery offensive, this time the French plane tree showed considerable strength.

"What's the difference between the two?"

he asked.

"If you sell it to me, I can appraise it for free, but you can't sell it to anyone else until you pay the appraisal fee."

"If you want me to help you identify it, you have to pay the identification fee first."

Said the French plane tree.

"How much does the appraisal cost?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“Then I have to see the thing first to know.”

Said the French plane tree.

"A noble gentleman like you would not ask for too much, right?"

he asked tentatively.

The plane tree didn't say anything, but just gave him a meaningful smirk.

"If I didn't ask you to identify it, you would still take me to the auction, right?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

The plane tree still remained silent, and everything was implied.

"Fuck, you really become a genius when it comes to your professional field, right?"

He cursed in his heart.

But Liu Zheng had no other choice. Among the people he knew, only French Plane Tree could produce various items stably.

Moreover, he really wanted to go to the auction to see it for himself.

It is much safer to attend the auction with the company of Plane Tree than to attend it alone.

"Then I'd like to trouble you to identify it."

After a slight hesitation, Liu Zheng put down the legendary takeaway box, revealing Shao Yanming's head inside.

"Oh, the head of a lineage god, and it retains a large amount of divine essence. Good stuff, good stuff."

The plane tree's eyes sparkled.

"What is a genealogical deity?"

He took the opportunity to ask.

"This question is hard to explain to an idiotic human like you."

The plane tree said with disdain.

"A great collector as intelligent as you can surely describe it in a way that matches my intelligence."

Liu Zhengqiang said speechlessly.

"I'm so annoyed. Troublesome humans like you deserve to be hung on a tree branch by me."

The plane tree said this angrily, and the bones of various creatures hanging on its branches shook constantly.

"If I am hung on a branch, who will find the best wine for you, the great wine taster?"

He said this without changing his expression.

"whispering sound."

The plane tree curled its lips.

If it hadn't thought this idiot human was still useful, it would have hung him on the tree long ago.

Do you really think it is one of those stupid trees that eat soil and drink water? It, Lord Dai Lego, eats flesh and drinks blood.

"To put it simply, a lineage of gods is a group of gods that are recorded in the city hall. They generally have a supreme god and a clear subordinate relationship, such as blood relationship, rank, position, etc."

"Lineage gods are generally allowed to operate within the metropolis, and their personalities are closer to mortals, making them easier to communicate with."

"Many of them can even mate with mortals and give birth to demigod offspring."

The French plane tree thought for a moment and said.

"I see."

Indeed, apart from his divine powers, Shao Yanming is no different from ordinary people, he is just a pervert among ordinary people.

"Well, forget it then."

Liu Zheng swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

He originally wanted to ask who the god of the black goat kid was, but when he thought about how the other party was able to force his way into the shelter, it would be better not to seek death.

"Where did you get this?"

The plane tree asked.

"Oh, I went out of town to do some work and killed someone."

Liu Zheng said lightly.

"You are just boasting without thinking. Even though he is only a weak god, he is not something a weakling like you can mess with. You have used up your trump cards again."

The plane tree exposed his pretense.

"I don't need to think before I brag. I just took in a minotaur as my younger brother, so I can brag as much as I want."

He said without any embarrassment.

"A weakling like you dares to recruit a younger brother. Is that minotaur blind?"

The plane tree taunted.

"You don't have to be a good fighter to be the boss. Let's get back to the matter of appraisal, Mr. De Lego."

Liu Zheng returned to the main topic.

“What is His divine name?”

"It should be Shao Yanming, and there are also two names, Shao Ming Kun Guna and Kun Guna."

He said.

"Shao Yanming? Never heard of him."

The French plane tree thought for a moment and said.

"I saw you were speaking so professionally, I thought you knew all those genealogical gods."

"I'm just a collector, not a scholar. Why do I need to know so much?"

The plane tree said rationally and confidently.

"Besides, I'm just a tree. Why do you have such high expectations for a tree's cultural level? I haven't even been to kindergarten!"

The tone of its voice even sounded a little aggrieved.

".I was wrong. Please accept my apology, Your Excellency De Lego."

Liu Zheng apologized helplessly.

"Hmph, I'll forgive you this time. If you dare to offend me again, I'll sentence you to death by piercing."

The plane tree shook its roots demonstratively.

"Yeah, thank you very much."

He said perfunctorily.

"Let me make a phone call and ask."

The plane tree dug out a mobile phone with a gold shell from the black soil.

"Fuck!"

Liu Zheng looked at his small cell phone, then at the brick-sized phone of French Plantain Tree, and felt deeply the disparity in the world.

"So you have a cell phone?"

Realization dawned on him.

"Nonsense, how can you live in the city without a mobile phone? Do you think you are in the countryside and all you have to do to communicate is shout?"

"Then why don't you tell me your number? I have to go to Rose Street every time I want to contact you."

He discovered blind spots.

"Do I know you well? What if you call and harass me?"

The plane tree rolled its eyes.

".Although I am also a delivery man, my sexual orientation is normal."

Liu Zheng was speechless.

"Oh, who knows. Li and Niuma are all of the same character, how can you be any better?"

The plane tree sneered.

"."

He wanted to refute, but found that he had no way to refute.

But he was used to it, since he was often harmed by public opinion in real life anyway.

After all, in this era, journalist has long become a derogatory term.

If someone praises you for your good studies in journalism, that's dirtier than cursing your entire family.

As for the reason, Liu Zheng didn't understand and was too lazy to understand.

Being a reporter is just a job for him. If he can't do it anymore, he will just find another one.

Therefore, he will neither go against his conscience for promotion and salary increase, nor will he fight for professional honor.

Everything Liu Zheng did was just based on his simple values ​​as a human being.

"Okay, if you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me."

He shrugged.

Anyway, the French plane tree is not like other people who would run around, so if there is any problem, just communicate face to face.

"Hmph. Stay away from me. If you dare to eavesdrop, I'll tear off my ears and stuff them into your nostrils."

The plane tree warned.

"Tsk, you say that as if I would really like to hear it."

Liu Zheng curled his lips and returned to the tank.

It's easy to imagine that French Plantain was definitely afraid that he would know the true value of Shao Yanming's head so that it would be easier for him to lower the price.

But Liu Zheng didn't care much about it. Anyway, he wouldn't sell it if the price was not right. He would take it back and show it to Napoleon first.

If that doesn’t work, he will ask everyone in his network of contacts and there will always be a highest price.

"Come here, idiot human."

After a while, the plane tree called him back. "What do you mean?"

Liu Zheng asked expectantly.

“There’s good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?”

The French plane tree said in a mysterious way.

"bad news."

he said without hesitation.

"No! You should choose to hear the good news first."

The plane tree shrieked.

".Okay, then I choose to hear the good news first."

Liu Zheng was speechless.

Aren’t trees said to have no gender? Why is this guy more troublesome than female humans?
"The good news is that this Shao Yanming is a god from the Takamagahara pantheon. The gods of the Takamagahara pantheon act cautiously and rarely interact with other pantheons, so their collections are rare and have a higher premium."

The plane tree said with satisfaction.

"What about the bad news?"

He continued to ask cooperatively.

"The bad news is that there is a big collector who particularly likes to collect Takamagahara items, and she has said that no one else is allowed to compete with her. And she has always been generous with her money, and half of the prices she offers are more than half of the market price."

Said the French plane tree.

“Isn’t this good news?”

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

If the other party suppresses the prices of Takamahara collections, that would be bad news.

But since it’s more than half higher than the market price, isn’t it just a no-brainer to just sell it?

“It may be good news for others, but not for you.”

The plane tree said with a strange look on its face.

"Why? Wait, that big collector can't be..."

He had a bad feeling.

"Yes, it's the peacock. Hahahaha!"

The plane trees laughed with gloating joy.

"Can you stop laughing so loudly? You're hurting my eyes."

He said expressionlessly.

"It hurt my eyes, hahahaha, is this the human sense of humor? Hahahaha!"

The plane tree laughed even more wildly.

"Haha. Then can I ask you to resell it for me?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Don't even think about it. I won't risk offending Peacock for you."

The plane tree refused without hesitation.

Although Peacock may not necessarily trace the origins of the collection, what if?
For someone like it who has difficulty in moving, offending a peacock is simply because it thinks its life is too long.

"Don't even think about it. No one in the entire Metropolitan Museum of Art's collecting community would dare to collect this thing from you."

Said the French plane tree.

If you just want to collect Takama-ga-hara collections privately, there are still people who dare to do it.

After all, although Peacock is wealthy, he is not so powerful that he can cover the sky with one hand.

But no one would buy the collection of the Takamagahara series, the enemy of Peacock.

Not only do I dare not do it, but it is also not cost-effective.

After all, it is just the head of a low-level god, not the core of the main god or something like that.

"No one dares to accept it? I don't think so."

Liu Zheng smiled slightly.

He actually knew that there was someone who would dare to buy it, and might even offer a higher price than Peacock.

"Then it depends on your ability. Anyway, I can't help you."

Said the French plane tree.

"It's okay. Your information is worth the appraisal fee."

He said generously.

"Even if you don't tell me, I will ask you for the appraisal fee."

The plane tree remained unmoved.

"how much is it?"

"piece."

"what?"

Liu Zheng was a little surprised. Why did this stingy tree suddenly become generous?

"Hmph. Hurry up and give me the money, and get out of my sight, you useless human."

The plane tree said impatiently.

Ever since I got to know this guy, his collection has become smaller and smaller.

I finally received something good, but it turned out to be a hot potato. It's so frustrating.

"Don't be so sad. Next time, I will definitely buy you something good."

Liu Zheng said something to comfort her, then turned and walked towards the sewer entrance.

Going down to the sewer, the fisherman and Shajiang are grilling fish.

He looked at the bones used as a grill and felt they looked familiar. After some recollection he finally remembered.

Isn't this the bone of the skinned monster he killed when he first came to the sewer?
Liu Zheng also used this as a weapon.

Since the bones are here, the meat should be in the fisherman and Shajiang's stomachs.

"yue~"

Thinking of that scene, he felt a little nauseous.

But putting aside the appearance, given the tightness of the skinned monster's muscles, the texture should still be quite chewy.

"Here, brother, freshly grilled fish."

Shajiang happily used an axe to chop off a piece of fish and handed it to his mouth.

"Um"

Looking at the axe blade so close to his head, Liu Zheng's brows twitched.

If he hadn't known that it wouldn't take much effort to kill Shajiang, he would have thought that the other party was going to use a sword hidden in the belly of a fish.

Oh, no, it's a fish hidden in an axe.

“It has no taste.”

He took the fish head, chewed it twice and said.

"Oh, that's it, I forgot to add salt."

Shajiang touched his head, then took out a large bag of salt and poured it all on the grilled fish, directly turning the browned fish into white.

"It's fine now, would you like to try it again?"

He said cheerfully.

"Uh, no thanks, I just remembered I'm allergic to fish."

Liu Zheng declined.

"Tell me, what do you want from us again?"

the fisherman asked.

"Oh, I got a new treasure, and I want you to help me activate it."

He took out the Santa Mirror and introduced its effects.

"I can't help you with this."

The fisherman refused without a second thought.

"Okay, what about you, brother Sha?"

"That's no problem. It's just torture, how can it kill me? Leave it to me, brother. As long as it doesn't kill me, I will never let go."

Shajiang patted his chest and promised.

"Thank you so much, brother Sha."

Liu Zheng was moved.

"Hey, it's no big deal. You took such a big risk for my business, this is just a small favor. I'll call you when I'm done, and you can just come and get it."

Sha-chan said nonchalantly.

"Okay. Oh, by the way, there's also this thing. See if you guys can use it. If not, I'll sell it to someone else."

He showed Shao Yanming's head.

"The head of an orthodox god? Where did you go to cause trouble again?"

the fisherman asked.

"What do you mean I went there to cause trouble? I was just going there to complete a commission. Don't keep talking like I just like to stir up trouble out of nothing."

Liu Zheng protested.

"Oh, you are a real troublemaker. Anyone who gets involved with you will have endless help and things to do."

The fisherman sneered.

"If it weren't your cause, how could there be my result?"

he retorted.

"Why are you imitating the way those monks talk?"

The fisherman looked disgusted.

"Hey, there are monks in the metropolis?"

Liu Zheng was surprised.

(End of this chapter)