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

Chapter 485 You are becoming a disciple, not getting married
"What's your relationship with that old ghost?"

The tentacle monster shouted in a somewhat collapsed manner.

"I want to recognize him as my father, and he wants to recognize me as his grandson."

Liu Zheng said.

"What a psycho! He's a worthless earthbound spirit. What good is there in recognizing him as your father?"

The tentacle monster didn't understand.

"Who said there isn't? Isn't this a benefit? Stop talking nonsense. Will you accept this takeaway?"

Although there was still plenty of time, he couldn't continue to remain in this stalemate.

"No. If you have the guts, just throw it away. At worst, I can ask a mind flayer to come over and see who disgusts the other!"

The tentacle monster said fiercely.

The mind flayer, also known as the mind sucker, is a creature with tentacles and a long mouth, and looks similar to the tentacle monster in front of us.

We’ll talk about the specific situation later, but it’s a race that is very good at mental power.

Liu Zheng didn't know the information about this race, but it was enough for him to know that they were his reliance.

"Do you know the cemetery?"

He said suddenly.

"Nonsense, who among the residents of Metropolis doesn't know about the cemetery?"

"I have a good relationship with the gravekeeper of the cemetery. Last time, I got an item from him that can improve the wisdom of the dead and cured the brain damage of a dead person."

"Guess, can I get a treasure from him that can increase the strength of the Earthbound Spirit?"

Liu Zheng said leisurely.

"Gravekeeper"

The tentacle monster showed a look of fear when he heard the name.

There is no living being that is not afraid of the representative of death, especially when one still has to be under the care of the other party after death.

"I don't believe you would be willing to give such a precious thing to that old ghost."

The tentacle monster said stubbornly.

"It may be precious to you, but it's nothing to me. I've given away far more precious items than this."

"If this is not enough, I have another treasure. After the undead eat it, their strength will be improved to a higher level at least."

"Although I haven't got it yet, I will be the first to use it against you when I get it."

"How about it, do you feel honored?"

He raised his brow and said.

"Are you sick? Is it worth it just to deliver a takeaway?"

The tentacle cursed.

"You are the one who is sick. Is it that serious about just accepting a takeaway?"

Liu Zheng retorted.

"Nonsense, I might die if I accept the takeout."

"Nonsense, I will definitely die if you don't accept the takeout."

"What does your life or death have to do with me?"

"If I die, you will definitely die before me."

"Idiot delivery man, I'll fuck you!"

"Wait, what do you do?"

He seemed to have thought of something.

"I'm a novel writer, much more awesome than a stupid delivery guy like you!"

The tentacle monster said complacently.

"If you can't get on the shelves, you can't even get perfect attendance, what are you bragging about?"

Liu Zheng ruthlessly exposed it.

"How did you know?"

The tentacle monster was shocked.

"Because I have not only written novels, but also published excellent works. Does the owner of Building 4, 606 know about this?"

He said.

"I know a little bit. It seems he is also a novelist, but he probably hasn't achieved much."

The tentacle monster thought for a moment and said.

"You know nothing. She was originally a great writer of short stories. She switched to long stories in order to pursue a higher level. She just couldn't adapt to the new environment for a while."

"After my guidance, she is now on the right track. In the future, she will definitely become a master in both short stories and novels."

Liu Zheng said firmly.

"Is it true? Then what was her original pen name?"

The tentacle monster asked suspiciously.

"Will you sign for the takeout if I tell you?"

Although it was not a good idea to expose the novelist's original pen name, it was too much to worry about in a crisis. At worst, I could help her move to another house.

"That's impossible, but I can give you a chance to convince me."

The tentacle monster said.

"Haha, that's okay too."

If words fail to convince, then he will use physical methods to convince.

"Her original pen name was Izanami."

Liu Zheng said.

"Oh my god, he's really a great god. I didn't expect that I would live in the same neighborhood with Izanami. I've heard people say that there are many great gods in this neighborhood, but I didn't expect it to be true. This is so exciting."

The tentacle monster said excitedly.

"No, you've been living here for several years, haven't you met any other great authors?"

"Haven't you written a novel yourself? Chatting online is good enough. Who has time to meet people online?"

The tentacle monster looked at him with strange eyes.

"Who said that? I know a great author who likes to go out and find other authors to eat for free when he has nothing to do."

Liu Zheng said unconvinced.

"Does he know you?"

The tentacle monster asked.

".Let's talk about takeout."

"Hahaha."

The tentacle monster smiled smugly.

However, when it saw Liu Zheng being humiliated, its anger lessened a little.

"How about this, if you can help me get a chance to be guided by a great author, I will sign for this takeaway."

The tentacle monster thought for a moment and said.

"No problem. As long as you're not writing about love affairs or harem, I'm good at that."

Liu Zheng agreed readily.

"Who asked you? You're just a fine author. Even though you're a little better than me, you're not worthy of me signing for takeout."

The tentacle monster said with contempt.

"You're still dissatisfied. Why don't you try to find one yourself? Even if you pay, you may not be able to find a quality author to teach you step by step."

He said somewhat unhappily.

Writing is something that cannot be taught through ordinary means, and those step-by-step courses are nonsense.

But even if you teach them step by step, the other party must have the foundation and understanding. The energy consumed during this period is even more than the author writing a new book himself.

Therefore, if the relationship is not good enough to the point of wearing the same underwear, no one would be willing to spend the energy to teach others how to write.

"Then don't look for it. Now you need me and I need you, but it's not me. It's a buyer's market, understand?"

The tentacle monster said proudly.

"Fuck, it turns out that creative brains are better than screwdrivers."

Liu Zheng said cursingly.

"That is. So you can do it?"

The tentacle monster looked at him provocatively.

"Okay? I'm much better than you think."

he sneered.

"But let me make it clear first. It is impossible for me to teach you step by step. The most I can do is give you a chance to become my disciple."

Liu Zheng said.

"You want me to sign for the takeaway just for this? Impossible."

The tentacle monster flatly refused.

"What if it's from a platinum author?"

"Wait a minute, what author did you just mention?"

The tentacle monster looked at him suddenly.

"A platinum author, and an active platinum."

Liu Zheng said.

The Platinum Quill Pen is a permanent honor. As long as you are not deprived of your qualification by the Writers Association, you can keep it regardless of the performance of your subsequent works. The only difference is in actual influence.

Therefore, some platinum authors who lack stamina, whose new books do not perform well or who simply stop writing will be jokingly called retired platinum authors.

Those platinum authors who are in the rising and peak period of their creation are called active platinum authors.

Every active platinum writer is at the top of the pyramid of the Writers Guild and has a great influence even in the entire metropolis.

"How can you, a delivery man like you, know the active Platinum and ask him for help?"

The tentacle monster didn't believe it at all.

"Can the delivery man from the Bloody Restaurant be compared to the normal delivery man? Have you seen this?"

Liu Zheng took out a small ball of thread.

"Why are you giving me a ball of yarn? I'm not a cat."

"I know, you don't deserve to play. This is for my platinum author friend."

He said, "The platinum author playing with a ball of yarn. You're not talking about the Fool, are you?"

The tentacle monster was shocked.

"Yes, the Fool."

"Fuck!"

The tentacle monster's eyes almost popped out.

In recent years, The Fool has been extremely popular, leading the field of novels in terms of subscription performance and popularity.

Although the recent sequel has caused some controversy, its status in the industry is still solid.

"Do you really know the Fool?"

After being shocked, the tentacle monster still didn't quite believe it.

"Of course. Last time I won the championship in the ball game of the Quill Pen Club, it invited me to join the Writers Association, but I declined."

Liu Zheng said briefly.

"Why did you refuse?"

The tentacle monster was puzzled.

"Because I think delivering food is more suitable for me."

"Are you mentally ill?"

The tentacle monster blurted out.

"Yes, how did you know?"

He asked rhetorically.

"Because all the authors who are good at writing books are a little bit sick in the brain."

The tentacle monster looked at him with sympathy and envy.

"You have the guts to say this to a fool's face."

Liu Zhengxu said with his eyes fixed.

"Do you think I'm stupid? If the Fool wants to see me, I'll lick his paws so I don't have time to talk. Hehehe."

The tentacle monster imagined the scene of meeting and smiled like a pervert.

"Your smile is a bit disgusting."

he commented.

"Genius authors like you simply don't understand how painful it is to be stuck at the threshold of a masterpiece. I'm just a little bit away, just a little bit away. As long as I can make it through and write a masterpiece, it will be worth it even if you send me to death."

The tentacle monster stopped smiling and spoke in a serious tone.

“It’s not that I can’t understand it at all.”

Liu Zheng decided to change his career because he couldn't reach the threshold of 10,000 subscriptions.

"Can you really get the Fool to accept me as his apprentice?"

The tentacle monster stared into his eyes and said.

"No, I can only give you a chance to meet and become my disciple."

He shook his head.

"That's okay too."

The tentacle monster nodded heavily as if it had made up its mind.

"How can you guarantee that you will keep your promise?"

it asked.

"Can I use this as collateral?"

Liu Zheng thought about it and took out the beer bottle.

"What is this?"

The tentacle monster asked.

"You'll know if you try it."

He handed over the beer bottle.

The tentacle monster took the beer bottle suspiciously and smashed it to the ground.

"boom!"

The beer bottle bounced high and fell down, then remained unharmed.

"I thought you were going to just hit me."

Liu Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not like you. I'm not sick in the brain."

The tentacle monster taunted.

"Will this thing work?"

It picked up the beer bottle, hesitantly.

"Even if it's junk, it's of perfect quality. You can take it or not. I'm going to take it to an auction."

Liu Zheng said impatiently.

"Okay. I'll accept it with reluctance then."

"Then sign for the takeaway."

He took out the exquisite abalone and handed it to the other party.

"Then when will you let me meet with the Fool?"

The tentacle monster took the takeaway and asked impatiently.

"It should be just these two days."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and said.

"Okay. Hey, do you think I should prepare a ceremony to become a disciple? Do I need to book a hotel? Do I need to find a host? Do I need to order a suit?"

The tentacle monster chattered on.

"Stop, stop, stop. You are becoming a disciple, not getting married. Isn't it a bit too much to ask for a host?"

He interrupted.

"But if you want to customize formal clothes, I can recommend you to the tailor shop of Box Weaver Spider. The craftsmanship of that guy is quite good."

"Do you know all the spider weaving clan?"

The tentacle monster was surprised.

“I know more people than you can imagine.”

Liu Zheng patted its shoulder and said.

"Oh, that's awesome."

The tentacle monster responded perfunctorily.

Apart from those great authors, no matter how many people he knows, it has nothing to do with him. He is just a otaku writer.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Liu Zheng didn't care and turned around to leave.

"Wait a moment."

The tentacle monster called out to him.

"What? Want to regret it?"

He turned around and said.

"I've already signed for it, why would I regret it? Can you give me your cup of tea?"

The tentacle monster said somewhat embarrassedly.

"No, you don't want to drink, do you?"

Liu Zheng widened his eyes.

Just now this guy said that he was seriously ill, but it was obvious that he was the sickest one.

"You're crazy. Who drinks this stuff? Do you see the room next to me?"

The tentacle monster asked.

"I see. It's 503."

"That's right. There are a few college students living in that house. They have parties every night. It makes it difficult for me to write well and sleep well. I am almost suffering from mental breakdown."

The tentacle monster cried out in pain.

"So you want to fight back and let the old devil torture them?"

Liu Zheng understood immediately.

"That's right, I will repay them tenfold for the pain they have caused me."

The tentacle monster said with gritted teeth.

"How strong are they?"

"Not that bad, the community security guards can beat them up. It's just that they are college students. If they make a scene, the property management and the public security department will side with them, so I can't do anything."

The tentacle monster said indignantly.

The metropolitan universities have a strict admission and graduation policy, so the status of college students is very high, roughly equivalent to that of scholars in real life.

"But the old ghost isn't afraid of them, right?"

Liu Zheng understood the elegant meaning of the music by hearing it.

"That's right. Let the second-generation officials and college students fight each other."

The tentacle monster said sinisterly.

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

He gave the teacup to the tentacle monster.

Anyway, I'll just tell the old man later and let him decide for himself whether he can go.

"Thank you. I won't take your things for nothing. Wait a moment."

The tentacle monster went in and quickly came out.

"Here, this is for you."

It held two exquisite small bottles and handed them to Liu Zheng.

One bottle has a picture of a slender, snow-white tentacle printed on its packaging, while the other has a picture of a muscular tentacle printed on its packaging.

Liu Zheng took the small bottle and an introduction to the item popped up immediately.

(End of this chapter)