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

Chapter 427 No, this is another price
"That depends on what it is."

Doctor Nile's eyes sharpened.

"In that case, let's not talk about it, so as not to hurt the relationship. It was for Zheng Sang's sake that I decided to be honest with you, the doctor."

Guokou Tangzi said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

When Liu Zheng was not around, she addressed him in a much more polite manner.

When he heard Liu Zheng's name, Doctor Nile's expression froze for a moment.

"Go ahead. I promise that I won't do anything unfriendly, at least until Liu Zheng comes back."

He said in a deep voice.

"Okay, then I'll tell you. We at Jiweiju once launched a signature dish, mummy medicinal soup."

Guokou Tangzi said bluntly.

"Crack!"

The concrete floor beneath Doctor Nile's feet shattered like glass, and golden flames burned on his body.

The four-man group of green onion, ginger, garlic and pepper were also compelled by his momentum and subconsciously drew their samurai swords and raised their muskets.

"Take it back."

The soup in the pot turned around and drank.

"Big sister!"

Chili Head shouted.

"I said, take it back. Doctor Nile is Zhengsang's friend. We must not use knives or guns against him before he strikes us for the first time."

Guokou Tangzi's tone left no room for doubt.

"Hi Yi!"

The four-man team of green onion, ginger, garlic and pepper gritted their teeth, sheathed their swords and put down their muskets.

"Don't think that I will let this matter go easily just because you say that."

Doctor Nile did not put down his scimitar.

"If Doctor Nile is determined to seek revenge, once this matter is settled, you set a time and place, and our Extreme Flavor Team will be there."

"But there is one thing I must clarify. The Extreme Taste Group has never purchased mummies. Those ingredients are all brought by the diners themselves."

Even if there was no extreme taste group, those mummies would appear on other tables.

The soup in the pot was not explicitly stated, but the subtext was clear.

"Humph."

Doctor Nile was noncommittal.

To him, both the butcher and the cook were executioners, and there was no question of which was more hateful.

If he was not strong enough, he would even want to add the diners to his revenge list.

However, at least the soup in the pot did not accumulate hatred.

"If you stop treating my people as food, I won't target you."

After a long moment of contemplation, Doctor Nile said.

"Of course. Zheng-san's friends are the friends of the Extreme Taste Team. The Extreme Taste Team would never do such an unjust thing as cooking their friends."

Guokou Tangzi said this in a decisive tone.

Although mummy cuisine is indeed lucrative, the raw materials are almost extinct now, and there are many better options.

When Jiweiju launched the mummy medicinal soup, it was more to demonstrate its strength than to make money.

"so be it."

Doctor Nile stepped aside, the golden flame on his body gradually extinguished.

The Jiwei Group was secretly delighted when they saw this, because now they could go to the "Imhotem" clinic for medical treatment with a legitimate reason.

The doctor at the clinic they used to go to died last month, and the doctor who took over was his son, whose medical skills were very poor.

Not to mention saving lives, even treating minor illnesses can cause problems.

Last week, Ginger Head had some cracks on his face, so he went to the clinic for treatment. The doctor told him to have a new head as soon as he opened his mouth.

That would have been fine, but the doctor couldn't replace it. He said he would cut off the head first and then go to the hospital to replace it.

Isn't this just a quack?
If it weren't for the good relationship between the Jiwei Group and the old doctor, Ginger Head would have smashed the clinic on the spot.

But if they didn't go to that clinic, they had no better place to go.

After all, although these private clinics are not as ruthless as hospitals, they are even more aggressive in pursuing profits.

As long as the hospital dares to admit you, it means that it can definitely cure your illness. At most, it is over-treatment just to charge more money.

There are too many private clinics that talk nonsense, and there are also many cases where patients spend more money than hospitals but end up not getting any treatment.

Now there are only a few people in the Jiwei team and a few bank cards, so they really don’t dare to go to an unfamiliar clinic casually.

Now, with Doctor Nile's words, they will have a stable and reliable clinic to go to in the future.

The medical skills in the clinic run by the Changsheng Clan are not necessarily better, but the good thing is that the doctors in the clinic generally do not change.

Your great-grandfather's great-grandfather had his teeth extracted from him, and your great-grandson's great-grandson may also have his teeth extracted from him, even in the same place.

Niu Daji also breathed a sigh of relief. Both sides were friends of the boss, and if a fight really broke out, it would be in no position for him to help anyone.

"Are you guys still going to fight? If you don't I'm going to start eating."

The plane tree suddenly said.

"you eat."

Everyone looked at each other, and Doctor Nile, who was most familiar with it, nodded.

"Oh."

The tree roots dragged the corpse of the wood elf royal family and the ginseng doll into the black soil. Soon, the scalp-numbing chewing sounds rang out frequently.
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"Hello, Deputy Minister?"

Liu Zheng was sitting in the passenger seat and made the call.

"You're not even at the bathhouse anymore, why are you still calling him deputy minister?"

The deputy minister said coquettishly.

"So I call you, sweetheart?"

he said tentatively.

"Ah."

The deputy minister's tone was cold.

"Little baby? Little cutie? Little cake?"

Liu Zheng spoke without hesitation.

"Actually, you just forgot what my name is, right?"

The deputy minister curled his lips.

"how is this possible?"

He denied it flatly.

"I didn't even ask."

"Oh, as expected, all men are of the same character."

The deputy minister rolled his eyes.

"So what's your name?"

"I won't tell you until you complete the commission I gave you."

The deputy minister said proudly.

"In fact, I'm on my way to the cemetery right now."

Liu Zheng asked.

"So fast?"

The deputy minister was surprised.

Although she believed that Liu Zheng would not break his promise, she did not expect that his efficiency would be so high.

"Actually, there's no need to be so anxious. I'm not rushing you."

The deputy minister felt a little embarrassed.

"I am a person who does not bear grudges overnight. If I hear the truth in the morning, I am willing to die in the evening."

Liu Zheng said.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that if you know the way to your enemy's house in the morning, you can kill him by dusk. It works the same way for revenge and for repaying a favor."

He said firmly.

"As expected of a city dweller, you have a strong sense of time."

The deputy minister said admiringly.

"Well, you can say that."

Liu Zheng didn't know how to respond to the dirty talk for a moment.

"How are Sister Yoko and Minister Thirteen? Didn't Grandma Tang give you any trouble?"

He changed the subject.

"We will definitely find trouble, but firstly, what she did was not allowed to be seen in public, and secondly, she didn't catch anyone or do anything dirty, so there is no way to punish us directly."

The Deputy Minister said.

Although Shisanyao accepted Liu Zheng and gave him a nickname, it was only an internal recruitment within the department and he had to register with the General Affairs Department.

As a result, Liu Zheng finished the task and ran away in less than a day, leaving no trace in the files of Baiguixing.

Although there are surveillance cameras and witnesses, without files it will be a mess.

Thirteen Yao just refused to admit it, and Grandma Tang had no good way to deal with him.

What if we dig deeper and find out something else?

By then, there will be more than just Thirteen Yao in the opposition.

"That's good. If there is any situation, please contact me immediately. If Minister Thirteen Yao wants to force you to join, tell him that I disagree."

Liu Zheng said domineeringly. "What a good man, no wonder Yaoji is so obsessed with him. Don't worry, I will tell her."

The deputy minister's eyes were seductive, but unfortunately we couldn't see them because we were not on a video call.

"Well, what's the number of the cemetery you mentioned?"

He looked at the archway in the distance and asked.

"The number is 18918."

The deputy minister replied.

"If he wants to get rich, then he has to get rich? Is he tired of being poor and wants to change his feng shui?"

Liu Zheng has some associations.

"Oh, that's not the case. This is the number the owner got when he was at the farm. He didn't change it after he got out. He just took it as his name."

The Deputy Minister explained.

"Does he feel that living in the farm is too comfortable?"

He said speechlessly.

"No, he thought it was great that he could transform from an animal into a citizen and build a family business in the city. So he wanted to be buried in a cemetery with the same name as him, so that future generations would know how awesome he was."

"Oh, if that's the case, then that's understandable."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Just like Zhu Yuanzhang in real life, other founding emperors tried to create a impressive background for themselves, but he did not hide his humble origins at all.

Because becoming an emperor from a beggar is the most amazing thing.

By the way, Niuma has never said his own name. Even familiar people like White-Feathered Chicken, Oyinke and Doctor Nile call him Niuma. This is probably his real name.

What do cattle and horses think about using their own race as their name?
"Okay, I'm hanging up."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone, unloaded the coffin of French Plantain, and then dragged it all the way to the cemetery.

The moment he stepped over the archway, he was startled.

Because the gravekeeper was riding on a horse, looking down at him.

"You haven't been waiting for me here, have you? I'm really flattered."

After a moment of silence, Liu Zheng made a joke to try to ease the atmosphere.

"Not always."

The gravekeeper shook his head.

"Since you left the cemetery."

he said again.

"Uh"

Hasn't he been waiting for him all along?
Liu Zheng was speechless but also felt fortunate that he did not try to delay. Otherwise, given the importance the gravekeeper attached to the grave, it was hard to say what tricks the gravekeeper would use if he got impatient.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."

He said politely.

"Not long. My bullets haven't fallen yet."

As the gravekeeper finished speaking, a yellow bullet fell from the sky.

Liu Zheng only felt a flash before his eyes, and the gravekeeper had already pulled out his revolver, letting the bullet fall accurately into the magazine.

"Oh, it's behind. Good, you're on time."

The gravekeeper nodded approvingly.

"Punctuality is my consistent strength."

He replied perfunctorily.

Only a fool could not see that the gravekeeper was teasing him.

"Where's the coffin?"

The gravekeeper asked.

"Oh, here it is."

Liu Zheng stepped aside, revealing the coffin of the French plane tree behind him.

"very nice."

The gravekeeper took a glance and said.

"As long as you're satisfied."

“I am very satisfied and even a little surprised.”

The gravekeeper said.

"You can't tell at all."

Liu Zheng looked at his expression which was stiffer than a corpse and complained in his heart.

The gravekeeper patted the horse's head. The skinny horse understood and walked to the coffin, then kicked open the coffin lid with one hoof.

Then the gravekeeper leaped forward, rolled several times in the air, and dived into the coffin.

"Yes, it's suitable."

He closed his eyes and felt it for a while before saying that.

"what do you want?"

The gravekeeper asked.

"Well, why don't we talk about it after you come out."

Liu Zhengxu said with his eyes fixed.

"No, I feel safer talking this way."

The gravekeeper rejected his proposal.

"Then you will feel safer if you close the lid."

He really couldn't resist the urge to complain.

"That makes sense, old man."

The gravekeeper called out to his horse.

The skinny horse walked to the coffin lid, lowered its head, bit the lid, put it back on the coffin, and nudged it twice with its head to ensure that it was closed tightly.

"Indeed, I feel more secure now."

The gravekeeper's distorted voice came from the coffin.

"As long as you are happy, Your Excellency."

What else could Liu Zheng say?

From cattle and horses upwards, these big guys are more or less abstract. Is this the price of becoming stronger?
"what do you want?"

The gravekeeper repeated.

"I do have a request that I would like to ask for your help."

Liu Zheng told him about buying the cemetery.

"can."

The gravekeeper agreed immediately.

"So what do I need to pay?"

"Three hundred thousand, or free."

The gravekeeper said.

"Then I'll give you the money."

He counted out three hundred thousand and put it into Shouma's bag.

Liu Zheng understood that if he chose free, the premium for the coffin would be paid off.

After thinking for a while, he took out another stack of bills and put them into a small pocket separately.

The skinny horse turned his head and looked at him, with confusion in his big eyes.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. This is a small fee for the fodder."

Liu Zheng said in a low voice.

"唏伦~"

The skinny horse put its head on his shoulder and snorted in his ear.

Liu Zheng had seen this in a farm novel. It was a friendly expression.

He tentatively raised his tentacle, trying to scratch the skinny horse's chin.

The skinny horse raised its hoof and pressed down his tentacle, then shook its head with a serious expression, as if to say.

"No, that's another price."

"Ok."

Liu Zheng withdrew his tentacles with regret.

"what do you want?"

The gravekeeper asked again.

"I also."

He originally wanted to say that he didn't know what he wanted and just let the gravekeeper decide.

He always says this when there is no clear goal. Generally, the things given by big guys out of respect for their status are worth more than the money.

However, when Liu was about to say it, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Mr. Gravekeeper, will the souls of the dead in the metropolis come to the cemetery?"

he asked.

"what do you want?"

The gravekeeper did not answer him, but asked the same question for the fourth time.

"I have a friend whose wife committed suicide in some way and her soul disappeared. I would like to ask you to help me find his wife's soul."

Liu Zheng said.

(End of this chapter)