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

Chapter 484 I treat you as my grandson, and you want to be my son

"Come on, come on, Sun Zei, no, young man, have some tea."

The old man, who looked no different from when he was alive, except that his body had become translucent, spoke attentively.

"Uh, no, I don't like tea, thank you."

Looking at the turbid tea in the cup, Liu Zheng declined.

"You're welcome. It's really rude of you not to drink a sip of tea on your first visit."

The old man advised.

"Well, your tea looks moldy. I can't drink it."

Since he couldn't refuse politely, he had to tell the truth.

"You are so disrespectful and yet you still want to be my filial son and grandson?"

The old man's face darkened for a moment, and his translucent body quickly solidified. His originally lifelike appearance began to rot and stink.

"I'm not being disrespectful, I'm just telling the truth. And I didn't say I'd be your filial son or grandson, I'm just willing to mourn for you."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"You won't even drink my tea, so how can I expect you to organize my funeral?"

The old man sneered.

"That depends on what you want to do. The dead are great, but things have to be done by the living."

"If you want me to do everything according to your wishes, that's impossible. Not to mention that you are my adopted father, even my biological father and mother can't force me to do things."

"But I can guarantee that your funeral will be a grand one, so that everyone in the community will be envious. And when I mourn for you, I won't kowtow and curse you in my heart."

he said calmly.

"Don't agree with me? Wait until I keep you with me for a while, and then you will be my grandson."

Countless spiritual lights emerged from all over the house and merged into the old man's body, causing his figure to suddenly swell and turn into a huge rotten corpse.

Having been an earthbound spirit for so long, he has long since become one with this room.

"Then I'm afraid you can't stay."

Liu Zheng took out the express delivery slip.

"I may not be able to beat you, but you can't keep me either. When I come back, you will kneel before me and beg me to let you be my grandson."

he said coldly.

By then, I will blow the old man apart until only one finger is left, and then I will grab his finger and write the recommendation letter.

"Young people, don't be too arrogant!"

The old man's voice became even more terrifying in his rage. The disgusting stench of the corpse and the noise together tortured Liu Zheng's senses.

"Are you still a young man if you're not angry?!"

Liu Zheng yelled back at the top of his lungs.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

The old man yelled back, not wanting to be outdone.

"Go find the property management!"

"Didn't the property management ask you to come find me?!"

"Then please speak nicely. I haven't hired a mortician for you yet. Who are you showing your dead face to?"

"You! You're making me so mad!"

The old man's body swelled to its limit in anger, and then exploded.

The strong wind, mixed with rotten flesh, dry bones and internal organs, blew Liu Zheng against the wall.

"Pooh!"

He spat out the broken bones in his mouth and stood up.

Looking again, the room was clean, without any messy things. Even the furniture and decorations were not moved, as if it was just an illusion.

The old man also returned to his original appearance, staring at him with an unhappy look on his face.

"You look like a human being. Not to mention, you look like a handsome old man. If you go to the cemetery, you can probably pick up a few old ladies with bun hair and do square dance or something."

Liu Zheng commented.

"Really? Is there really an old lady with a bun on her head in the cemetery?"

The old man's face changed and he suddenly became embarrassed.

"It's such a big cemetery, how could there not be a few old ladies with buns on their hair? Even if there aren't, I'll bury a few for you. Just tell me what kind you want."

He said it generously.

Ordinary people in the metropolis will definitely want to be buried in a cemetery when they die. As long as they are willing to pay, they can have as many old ladies as they want, and it doesn't matter whether they are human or not.

Not to mention the dead, there are many living people who are willing to put themselves in the coffin early.

There are many such examples in reality, where people would rather commit suicide by taking poison in order to seize a Feng Shui treasure land.

Of course, it’s okay to send someone in to accompany the old man, but Liu Zheng has no control over whether it succeeds or not, as he is not a pimp.

"You're just bragging, right? How can a delivery boy like you have that ability?"

The old man expressed disbelief.

"hehe."

Liu Zheng sneered, then took out a yellow object and threw it on the ground.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three gold bars fell to the floor, leaving three small holes in the wooden floor.

"Are you still smashing it?"

His tentacles reached into the legendary takeout box, eager to try.

"No, no, no, love is not the floor of your house, so you don't feel bad about it."

The old man said with a painful look on his face.

"You promised to recognize me as your son, so this is my floor. And what are you installing, Lao Deng? This floor is obviously indestructible."

Liu Zheng looked at the floor and saw that the small holes were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Nonsense, are you hitting the floor? You're hitting me."

The old man cursed.

"By the way, why are you so eager to be my grandson? Seeing that you are still in a good mood, I am not afraid to tell you openly. I have no savings, no treasures, and even this house is not my own. What do you want?"

"I don't want anything else, I just want you to recommend me as an honorary owner."

he replied.

"Honorary owner?"

The old man thought for a long time before he remembered what it was.

"No, what's the use of that crap?"

He wondered.

"Just because it's useless to you doesn't mean it's useless to me. Just like others don't understand why you want to find someone to mourn for you, but it's easy for you to understand."

Liu Zheng said.

"Yes, that's true. It's not difficult. As long as you cry your heart out for me, I will definitely write you a hundred letters of recommendation."

The old man assured.

"One letter is enough. If you write a hundred letters, I won't get a hundred honorary owner medals."

He said and glanced at his phone.

"Then we have reached a preliminary agreement. I don't have enough time to deliver the food. If you want to discuss it in more detail, just order a takeaway and come to me."

Liu Zheng said.

"Why? I am so indebted to you."

The old man quit.

"It's as if this is my own business. I'll pay, you'll pay, it's up to you whether to order or not."

He rolled his eyes.

"Fuck you, if I really had a son like you, I would have been pissed off to death by you."

The old man said angrily.

"If you had a son like me, you wouldn't die without a widow, and I wouldn't buy you such bad tea."

Liu Zheng walked to the coffee table, picked up the teacup and drank it all.

"yue!"

The stale smell plus the bitterness of the tea leaves made him feel nauseous.

But he still swallowed it down with his strong will.

"My friend has some good tea leaves. I'll bring them to you next time. Also buy some fresh fruits and snacks, so you don't have anything to entertain people when you want to come to your home."

"By the way, is your air conditioner broken?"

Liu Zheng asked as he looked at the unplugged air conditioner.

"No, I can't pay the electricity bill."

The old man said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Take it first, pay the money you need to pay, and repair the things that need to be repaired. Don't let others laugh at you when you need to do something and you can't use this or that."

He took out a stack of money and placed it on the coffee table.

"How dare they! I've lived for so many years and no one has dared to laugh at me."

The old man was about to swell up as he spoke.

"It's not that they don't dare to laugh at you, it's that they don't dare to laugh at the City Hall. You're dead now, and the City Hall can't control you anymore. If you don't behave yourself, do you still have to suffer after you die?"

Liu Zheng taught.

"Humph, whoever dares to make me angry, I will show him in my dreams every day. If I can't kill him with my singing, I will kill him with my annoyance."

The old man said unconvinced.

"So you know that your singing is terrible?"

He was speechless. "Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. I'm going to deliver the takeaway."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacles.

"Wait, which one are you sending it to?"

The old man called him.

"Building 17, Building 501."

Just in case, Liu Zheng did not say the name of the person who ordered the meal.

"That family. Humph, luckily you met your grandfather, otherwise you would have suffered a great loss."

The old man said in a pretentious manner.

"How to say?"

"I entered the dream of that owner last time, and it was full of bloody and horrifying things. It's obvious that he is an out-and-out pervert. If you go there, he will definitely find a way to torture you."

The old man said.

"Then how strong is he?"

he asked.

"I don't know about that, but judging from the speed at which he kicked me out of the dream, at least his mental strength is quite strong."

The old man said.

"Okay, I get it. Thank you, old man."

Liu Zheng reluctantly thanked him.

In order to avoid signing for the takeaway, even a white rabbit would be forced to become a hungry wolf, not to mention that people in the metropolis are already perverted.

However, it cannot be said that it is completely useless. At least it can help him increase his vigilance.

"Young people should not be blindly confident and disobey the advice of the elderly. You will suffer in the end. Forget it. Since you are still filial, I will help you."

"Hei~tui!"

The old man took a deep breath and then spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into the teacup.

"Ah~"

Liu Zheng showed a disgusted expression.

"Fuck you, this is my soul essence. If it weren't for you being my grandson, I wouldn't be willing to spit it out."

The old man looked at me as if he was ungrateful.

"I haven't agreed yet."

"Then just pretend I didn't say anything."

The old man pretended to drink it back.

"No, you've already vomited it out, how can you suck it back in? Just think of it as an advance payment."

Liu Zheng stopped him.

"So how do I use this?"

"Hey, hey, come here, let grandpa tell you."

The old man whispered.

"My goodness, it's a miracle that you are still alive today."

Liu Zheng curled the corner of his mouth and said.

"That's impossible. I can only do this after I die. Hehehe."

The old man smiled in a mean way.

"You look like my boss's biological son."

he commented.

After leaving Building 15, Liu Zheng went straight to Building 17.

"It's okay, there's still some time."

When he arrived at the door of 501, he looked at the time and saw that there were still fifteen minutes left.

"Boom boom boom!"

Liu Zheng raised his tentacle and knocked on the door lightly.

Not surprisingly, there was no response.

Be polite first, then use force. Since the other party is pretending to be dead, he will not be polite.

“Dong dong dong dong dong dong!!!”

He swung a tentacle and lashed the iron gate in front of him like a violent storm.

The sound like the beating of war drums echoed in the corridor, shaking off the old dust on the ceiling.

"Bah bah bah!"

Liu Zheng spits out ashes while speeding up the rhythm of beating the drum.

"Who is it? Are you sick?"

Finally, an irritable voice came from the door.

"Hello, I'm the delivery man. Please sign for it."

He stopped pumping the door.

"Put it at the door and get out."

The person inside the door said impatiently.

"Sorry, takeaways must be signed for in person. Please open the door and take it."

Of course Liu Zheng couldn't listen to him.

"I'm busy, you can beat me or not, if you don't leave I'll call the police!"

The people inside the door became more and more irritable.

"Uh"

For some reason, this conversation gave Liu Zheng a sense of déjà vu.

"It's no use calling the police. I'm just doing the right thing. And I have people in the Public Security Department. I don't know who they'll arrest when they get here."

He shouted back.

"Then you go die"

Before he could finish his words, the door burst open.

Countless black shadows attacked Liu Zheng like thousands of arrows.

"Bar!"

The person hiding behind the shadow said viciously.

"grass!"

Although Liu Zheng was prepared, the opponent's attack was too fierce and he could only defend passively.

After a series of crackling sounds, he flew backwards several meters away.

Liu Zheng struggled to get up. He felt tingling and dull pain all over his body, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

But that's all. Considering his physique and recovery speed, it's just a superficial injury.

The black shadow disappeared, and the person in the door finally revealed his figure.

It was a tentacle monster wearing a large pink vest. Its head looked like an octopus and a jellyfish. Its six tentacles emerged from the openings on both sides of its vest, pointing vertically downward.

"Damn it, why does it have six more than me?"

Liu Zheng thought with some dissatisfaction.

"Now you know how powerful I am. Get out of my sight right now. If you bother me again, I will beat you to death even if I don't have time to submit the manuscript."

The tentacle monster said as he was about to close the door.

"Wait a moment!"

he shouted.

"I'm waiting for your grandma's eight legs!"

The tentacle monster kept cursing and had no intention of waiting.

"If you dare to close the door, I will pour this on your door."

Liu Zheng took out the cup of thick phlegm tea.

"WTF?"

The tentacle monster paused.

"The spit of the earthbound spirit in Room 15, Building 304, is thrown on your door. It will be the same if he sings in his own house as if he were singing in your house, and the effect of his dream will be doubled."

he introduced.

"Fuck! That stupid old man, why doesn't he just die?!"

All six tentacles of the tentacle monster were hard.

"To be exact, he is dead."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Then die again! Damn it, I should have taken the opportunity to kill him when he got into my dream."

The tentacle monster was filled with regret.

"Stop bragging. If you can kill him, it will be your turn."

He ruthlessly exposed the other party.

"If I can't kill him, then I'll kill you."

The tentacle monster looked unfriendly and raised its six tentacles again.

"Come!"

Liu Zheng twisted his neck and took out the serrated butcher knife and the boning knife.

"If you have the guts today, kill me. If you can't, I will take a cup of thick phlegm and throw it on your door every day. Let's see who gets beaten to death first, or who gets sung to death first!"

He said with a righteous look on his face.

(End of this chapter)