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

Chapter 486: There is nothing that cannot be solved by tentacles
"Name: Tentacle Care Solution"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect: When you have tentacles, your charm attribute increases."

"Note: There is no coldness that cannot be solved by a long, white tentacle. If there is, then use two."

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

"Name: Tentacle Strengthening Fluid"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect: When you have tentacles, your strength attribute increases by +5, and your tentacles' toughness and hardness increase."

"Note: There is no conflict that cannot be resolved by one strong tentacle, if there is, then two will do."

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

"Isn't it awesome?"

The tentacle monster said proudly.

"awesome."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

Hidden attributes like charm and luck are good things if they can be added.

As for the strength +5 and the increased tentacle toughness and hardness, although they are not very obvious, they are also very practical effects.

"I spent a lot of money to buy this from the Mind Flayer. Even my own father was reluctant to give it away. If it weren't for the Lord Fool's sake, you understand, right?"

The tentacle monster looked at the two bottles reluctantly and said.

"Understood. I'll arrange it for you as soon as possible."

Liu Zheng nodded.

The tentacle monster was about to say something, but suddenly a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and then turned into confusion.

"you can go now."

It said in a hollow tone, then closed the door.

Liu Zheng knew that the cashier had arrived.

"You shouldn't die, right?"

They are all from the same tentacle clan and have no deep hatred, so he still hopes that the other party can get through it.

"Good luck, bro."

He offered a blessing and couldn't wait to use up the tentacle strengthening fluid.

When it comes to strength, more is more.

It just so happened that the cows and horses always complained about his dependence on external things, so now he would improve his own strength to show them.

As for the tentacle care solution, Liu Zheng thought about it and decided to use it.

After all, his tentacles will definitely be gone in the next instance, and this kind of mass-produced stuff probably won’t be used in the auction.

After leaving Building 15, Liu Zheng went to Building 17 and talked to the old ghost about the tentacle monster spitting at people.

The old man said he would lend it to them casually, and he didn't even want to keep a few college students in the home of a second-generation official like him.

Moreover, if he can discipline those college students who spared his life, it would be considered a good thing for the community, and the property management company and the homeowners' committee would have to thank him.

"So you are not stupid."

Liu Zhengxu said with his eyes fixed.

"Of course. After all, your grandfather is also the descendant of a eunuch. How could I not understand the ways of the world?"

The old ghost said proudly.

"That's called being a descendant of an official. Why didn't you be more friendly to your neighbors before?"

he corrected.

"It's all the same. When I was alive, I relied on your great grandfather's face and lived a carefree life. Now that I'm dead, I have to look at other people's faces. Isn't my death in vain?"

The old ghost picked his nose and said.

"That's not entirely unreasonable. So why did you agree to it this time?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"That's all for you. You're thinking about the honorary owner badge, isn't it just so you can come here and deliver food?"

The old ghost rolled his eyes.

"so good?"

He looked at the other person with suspicion.

"Your great grandfather was so good to me, so I will treat you well. Of course, if the funeral is not done well, you can expect me to do more harm under your name."

"When the time comes, I guarantee you'll be able to get in but not get out."

The old ghost gave a sinister smile.

"I knew it."

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"That's good to know. By the way, Grandpa has something to ask of you."

The old ghost's expression suddenly became a little awkward.

"Change your name for me first and then consider whether to listen or not."

He said with empty eyes.

"Old man, I have something to ask of you, okay?"

The old ghost changed his tone.

"That's fine. Tell me about it first."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"I heard there's a funeral parlor called 'Death Is Fun', which has a lot of exciting and prestigious projects. My requirements are not high, just give me the whole 'Eighteen Farewells' and 'Sisters'."

The old ghost seemed to want to laugh but was embarrassed, but he looked very lewd no matter how you looked at him.

"Is it expensive?"

he asked.

"I don't know. But since you threw gold bars on the ground, you must not care about this little money, right?"

There was a hint of flattery in the old ghost's tone.

"Then the pan-haired lady doesn't want it anymore?"

"How can that be possible? I can find a companion and buy a maid at the same time."

The old ghost said quickly.

"Old man, you are quite playful."

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I'm already dead, can't I have some fun? I won't get sick anyway."

The old ghost said confidently.

"Let me ask first."

Liu Zheng glanced at the map.

The "Dead Happy" funeral home and the cemetery are in the same direction, but not very close.

"If the price is right, it's not impossible to add a few more items. I don't mind the trouble."

The old ghost said with a shameless face.

"I hate it."

He curled his lips and left Building 17.

Back at the gate of the community, the half-gray-haired security guard stood in the security booth, covering the wound on his shoulder and staring at Liu Zheng closely.

To others, his eyes were full of hatred, but what Liu Zheng saw was a probing look.

He made a discreet circle with his tentacles.

He couldn't make a "K", so an "O" should be enough.

"Brilliant."

The half-gray-haired security guard gave Liu Zheng a thumbs-up with his hair.

"Shit, why can't I move my hair?"

He thought with some envy.

Liu Zheng turned to Rose Street to get the fish and then returned to the restaurant.

"Where's your beer bottle? Lend it to me again."

As soon as he entered the lounge, Niu Ma couldn't wait to ask.

"What are you doing, boss?"

he asked.

"I got a really hard walnut. I want to see which one of these two is harder."

The ox and horse lifted their hooves, revealing a walnut the color and luster of fresh pig's blood.

"Isn't this a play walnut? You can't eat it, so why are you cracking it open?"

Liu Zheng recognized it at a glance.

In reality, the custom of playing with walnuts has been around since ancient times and reached its peak during the Qing Dynasty, when it was listed as one of the four elegant items (walnut, birdcage, fan, and gourd).

Around the 2013s and s, ornamental walnuts began to revive, and by around , they were even sold at sky-high prices of tens of thousands of yuan a pair.

However, after 2015, the price of ornamental walnuts began to plummet to the point of being extremely cheap.

There are many reasons for this, but industrialization and the rise of online shopping are definitely two of them.

After all, when you can buy a pair of walnuts that are still shiny and smooth compared to others that have been polished for decades for just over a dozen dollars online, it is difficult for you to have any illusions about this kind of thing.

"Who said that walnuts can only be played with and not eaten? In my mouth, everything is delicious."

The cow and horse snorted.

"Okay, okay. But you're too late. I've already mortgaged the beer bottle."

Liu Zheng talked about the tentacle monster.

"You dare to use that kind of thing as collateral. I don't know whether to say you are brave or stupid with a lot of money. Let's see what you will do when you can't get it back."

"It shouldn't be the case. No matter how high the quality is, it's still a mess. It should be clearly distinguished between the important and the unimportant."

He shook his head and said.

"Humph, do you think everyone can think rationally? There are many more crazy people in Metropolis than normal people."

Niuma said disdainfully. "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Liu Zheng said indifferently.

With the tentacle monster's strength, he is not afraid of it going crazy. The crazier it gets, the more excited he becomes.

"It's up to you. Anyway, I won't help stop the ghost hand from beating you up."

The cows and horses kicked the walnuts back to their own haystacks.

Obviously, it intends to continue competing with this little thing.

"Boss, why don't you let me try?"

Liu Zheng looked at it and said.

If the hardness of this walnut is due to supernatural strength, then its true damage should also come in handy.

"No, if you want to play, go find one yourself."

Niuma protected his walnut and looked at him warily.

"So you also know that you are doing this for fun?"

Liu Zheng complained in his heart.

He shook his head helplessly and took out his cell phone to call the white-feathered chicken to ask it to come and pick up the goods. However, before he pressed the number, the cell phone rang.

He looked at the caller ID and saw it was a completely unfamiliar number.

After hesitating for a while, Liu Zheng finally answered the phone.

"I heard you were looking for me everywhere?"

A gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You are Mr. Fool?"

he asked hesitantly.

"I feel so honored that the delivery man still remembers me."

The Fool joked.

“No way. Mr. Fool’s demeanor at the last salon ball is still fresh in my memory.”

Liu Zheng said.

"No, no, it was the delivery man's wonderful story and beautiful dancing that really amazed me."

After some business exaggeration, the atmosphere of the chat immediately became lively.

"How did Mr. Fool know I was looking for you?"

he asked.

"A friend in the media contacted me through someone and told me that you were looking for me."

The Fool replied.

"Oh, it's Player 4."

Liu Zheng thought about it.

"What is Player 4?"

The Fool asked curiously.

"It's the guy I played board games with. I made a deal with him, and the condition was to contact you."

He briefly talked about the time he played the board game.

"Mr. Delivery Man is really versatile. I want to try to add some board game-related content to my next book. Can you give me some guidance?"

The Fool said in surprise.

"Of course, as long as you don't mind me misleading the students."

"Hahaha, Mr. Delivery Man is really humble. So why did you come to me?"

The Fool got to the point.

Although he is not the kind of author who likes to be in the spotlight, in order to compete for the position of vice president of the Writers Association, he has to do a lot of chores besides writing.

"It was two things, but now it's three. I hope you won't think I'm too much."

Liu Zheng said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, just tell me."

The Fool said generously.

"The first thing is the novelist and Hiashikibu. I wonder how they are doing now."

"I knew you were going to ask this. The two of them have been locked up in a small dark room because they violated the association's rules."

The Fool said.

"A small dark room? Is it a prison cell or something like that?"

"That's not that serious. Every author is a treasure of the association, and we won't easily take extreme punishments against them. However, it is indeed unpleasant to be in the small dark room."

"Those locked up in the small dark room have to code enough words every day and have their manuscripts reviewed by the guards. Those who fail to meet the word count or whose manuscripts are reviewed too low will receive further punishment."

The Fool explained.

"What is the further punishment?"

he asked.

"It's not convenient to tell you this, unless Mr. Delivery Man is willing to join our Writers Association."

The Fool once again extends an olive branch.

"Uh, Mr. Fool, I'm in the restaurant right now, and our minister is right next to me."

Liu Zheng said tactfully.

"Hahaha, that's presumptuous of me."

The Fool laughed.

"How long will they be locked up in the dark room?"

He skipped the topic.

"It will take another six days."

The Fool thought for a moment and replied.

"Can you release it early?"

"If their work is good enough and the reviewers agree, it can be published earlier. However."

The Fool paused, then continued.

"The reviewers on duty this time are former editors, and their high standards are well-known throughout the Writers Association. It will be very difficult for them to get its approval."

"Is there any other solution?"

"If someone guarantees you, you can get out early. However, most people are not willing or qualified to do so."

The fool was just short of typing the four words "Please beg me" into a text message and sending it over.

"Then can I ask Mr. Fool to guarantee this?"

Liu Zheng also asked in cooperation.

"Of course there is no problem with that. But even though I'm not a businessman, I still have to adhere to the principle of equal exchange."

The Fool said.

"What does Mr. Fool want?"

"I want a coffin."

The Fool said.

"A coffin? It's not made of plane trees, is it?"

He said after a pause.

"Plantain tree? What is that?"

The Fool was also stunned.

"It's a friend of mine. The coffins he makes are very popular with the deceased."

Liu Zheng said simply.

"Then it seems that I have made the right choice by finding you. However, I am afraid that its coffin cannot meet my requirements. What I want is a bronze coffin carried by nine dragons."

The Fool shook his head.

"Uh, Mr. Fool, do you think too highly of me?"

He said speechlessly.

He even treasures dragon dung and uses his head to fight nine dragons.

Moreover, those nine dragons were just laborers carrying the coffin. God knows what terrifying things were inside the coffin.

"Haha, you misunderstood. Those nine dragons are not real dragons, but nine centipedes with real dragon blood."

The Fool explained.

“I don’t think I can beat it.”

Liu Zhengxu said with his eyes fixed.

"Have confidence in yourself."

The Fool encouraged.

"This really doesn't exist."

"You can have this."

The Fool emphasized.

“Master Fool, please stop making fun of me. If all else fails, just let them stay in the small dark room. I can concentrate on writing.”

He said with a wry smile.

The name of the Nine Dragons Carrying a Coffin sounds difficult to handle. Since the novelist's life is not in danger, just let her stay in a small dark room for a few days. At worst, I can compensate her later.

"Giving up so quickly? That's not like you, Mr. Delivery Man."

The Fool teased.

"My greatest strength is the courage to give up. Escaping is shameful but useful."

Liu Zheng replied shamelessly.

"Okay, I can give you some help and ensure that you can subdue the Nine Dragon Coffin after you find it. But if you do that, you won't get the extra reward."

The Fool thought for a moment and said.

"Do you know any clues about the Nine Dragons carrying the coffin?"

he asked.

"Yes, it is in the cemetery."

(End of this chapter)