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

Chapter 550 Gravekeeper: Help me add fuel to the fire

"Who?"

Soon, voices were heard in the house.

"Hello, is this Mr. Park?"

Liu Zheng said.

"It's me. Who are you?"

The tone of the pounce was not friendly but not bad either.

"I am the junior of the fisherman and the pond owner. I am here to visit you on behalf of the two elders."

He originally wanted to show the gift in his hand, but when he saw there was no peephole on the door, he gave up.

"The fisherman and the pond owner? Are they still alive?"

Pujie was stunned for a moment and asked.

He hadn't seen the fisherman for decades, and the pond owner for almost a hundred years.

It would be fine if they were dead-body guys like the dragons who could sleep for hundreds of years, but these two are fishermen who have to go out to fish every day. If we haven't seen them for such a long time, they are either locked up or dead. Anyway, there is no difference between the two.

"No, no, I'm still in good spirits, and I miss you very much."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Thinking about me? What are you thinking about me for?"

"I want to see you laugh when you're down on your luck."

He said honestly.

"Humph, these bastards deserve to be sent to the air force."

Pujie snorted coldly, then opened the door.

Contrary to Liu Zheng's expectations, this unlucky Schrödinger looked quite thin and handsome, with a rather heroic and big body. If he grew a beard and wore ancient costume, he should fit the image of a handsome high-ranking official.

Unfortunately, not only did he have no beard, he was also wearing an old silk nightgown, which made him look more like a eunuch who liked to bask in the sun.

“Bloody restaurant!”

As soon as Pujie saw the uniform on him, his face changed drastically. He screamed as if he had seen a ghost and was about to close the door.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm not here to deliver takeaway to you."

Liu Zheng said quickly and pushed the door with his hoof.

However, apart from holding the door, he did not do anything else that would lead to his falling to the ground.

When Pujie saw that he couldn't close the door and Liu Zheng had no intention of forcing him to deliver the takeaway, he gradually calmed down.

"Are you really here to visit me?"

Pujie said suspiciously.

"Of course, otherwise I would have thrown the takeaway into the house by now, right?"

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Well, come in."

Pujie let go of his hand and made room.

"Thank you, Mr. Park."

He didn't hesitate and strode into the house.

The house was well cleaned and maintained, without the damp and moldy smell that is common in old houses.

However, the house was a bit too empty. Apart from some necessary furniture, there was not even a carpet, vase or wine cabinet that could reflect the owner's aesthetic taste or preference.

It's like this house was originally intended to be rented out but it has never been rented out.

"Don't look, everything is sold out."

Pujie seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Is Mr. Park having financial difficulties?"

Liu Zheng asked with concern.

"It's not that difficult, at least I won't starve to death. But every time I buy something, it either breaks or I run out of money, and I can't keep it anyway, so I just don't buy anymore. Anyway, I already have what I need, and I can basically meet my needs by putting things together."

"If all else fails, you can always use one thing for multiple purposes, like this table."

Pujie patted the table next to him.

"Don't be fooled by its hard appearance. It is actually made of cork. You can sleep on it just like a quilt. It is good for your back and waist."

"Mr. Park is quite open-minded."

Liu Zheng said admiringly.

"What else can I do if I don't let it go? I've lived for more than two hundred years and it's always been like this. If I couldn't let it go, I would have committed suicide a long time ago, but I can't die."

Pujie said disappointedly.

If he's lucky, his survival instinct will keep him alive.

When his luck was bad, his wish to die could not be fulfilled and he could not die.

"I do have a way that may help you solve this problem?"

Liu Zheng took the opportunity to speak.

"Oh? Tell me."

The failure is not surprising.

How could someone like him be visited by anyone? They would either come for his house or for his luck.

As for the latter, there are many people who try to cheat him out of his money by claiming to solve his problems.

"Don't worry, take a look at the gift I brought you first."

Liu Zheng first placed the bucket of bait in front of Pujie.

"This is a special bait given to you by the fisherman uncle. This bait is specially used to catch big fish. Smaller fish may even be killed by it."

he introduced.

"So amazing? The fisherman has been quietly making things happen over the years, and now he has come up with something great again."

Pujie's eyes lit up when he heard that. He picked up a wooden spoon from the table and reached into the bucket to stir it. He watched as the bait worms bit the spoon until wood chips flew everywhere.

"And this, the pond owner asked me to buy this for you."

“Super awkward VR glasses!”

Liu Zheng took out another gift, but before he could finish his words, Pujie started screaming.

"It seems I need no introduction."

He shrugged.

"Tell me, what do you want? As long as you don't want my life and this house, even if you want me to be your Star Fury for a month, that's fine."

He breathed heavily through his nostrils.

"That's not necessary. Actually, my purpose for coming to see you is very simple."

Liu Zheng told the whole story.

"I have no objection, but are you sure? The good luck I have is not just simple good luck."

Pujie said.

"How to say?"

"Sit down and talk slowly."

Seeing the two valuable gifts, Pujie's attitude immediately became much more enthusiastic.

He asked Liu Zheng to sit down and served him a cup of hot tea.

The tea leaves in the cup are both whole and scattered. Not only does it look unappetizing, it also smells a bit sour.

"This is the best tea I have. Please don't think I'm shabby."

I feel a bit embarrassed about failing.

"It's okay. I'm just a delivery man. I don't care about these things. Drinking big leaf tea can quench your thirst."

Liu Zheng picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

"You are a really nice young man. No wonder those two old guys like you. You are so polite and well-mannered. I feel embarrassed to cheat you. My luck and bad luck are not mine. They are borrowed from an unknown existence."

Pujie said after taking a sip himself.

"As expected."

He nodded.

"So, let's not talk about whether your plan of only borrowing good luck and not bad luck will work, the question is whether that guy is willing to let you borrow it."

Pujie said.

"Then how did you borrow it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I didn't borrow it, my ancestors borrowed it."

Pujie shook his head.

"In the beginning, the only thing that was lent to my ancestors was good luck. At that time, this whole street belonged to my family."

"After that, we started to have bad luck occasionally, and then we started to have more bad luck than good luck. In the most unlucky generation, the entire family was left with only a 12-year-old child and this ancestral house."

"For me, it becomes a random change, but good luck or bad luck won't be too outrageous. At least it won't cut off our family bloodline."

Pujie said.

"Is this intentional by that unknown being?"

Liu Zheng thought of it immediately.

"Maybe, but I know there is no way to solve it. I don't have the money and the channels to find an expert to solve it. Going to the city hall is free, but if the problem is solved, I probably won't be there anymore."

Pujie shrugged.

"That's right. It doesn't matter. As long as you agree, I will find a way."

he said confidently.

"Since you insist, I'll agree to your request. Where are the funeral couplets?"

Pujie asked.

"here."

Liu Zheng took out two black talismans and a pen.

"Wait, let's make a bet first."

Pujie said.

He had to make sure of his luck first.

"Okay, what's the bet?"

Liu Zheng also understood this.

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors. One hundred bucks for each pair."

Pujie thought for a while and said.

"Okay. Rock, Scissors, Paper!"

The two attacked together. Liu Zheng curled up his tentacles to represent a fist, while Pu Jie used scissors.

"Admit defeat and continue."

Pujie calmly took out a bunch of loose change from his pocket and gave him a hundred yuan, then said.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

Liu Zheng raised two tentacles to represent scissors, and threw out his fist.

"Oh? I'm fine. Keep going."

Pujie got back his change.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"rock-paper-scissors!"

After this win, he couldn't stop and won 19 times in a row.

"it's time."

He held down the black symbol and wrote down two elegiac couplets.

"Your handwriting is quite abstract."

Liu Zheng said as he looked at the crooked words on the black talisman.

"Please understand. I didn't even go to high school, so how could I get the money to learn calligraphy? Anyway, you didn't find me just to look good."

He said it loudly.

"Well, alright. I'll take my leave now."

Liu Zheng put away the elegiac couplet and said.

"Quit it, quit it, hurry up, don't delay me from experiencing the new equipment, hehehe."

Pujie waved his hand, then grabbed the VR glasses and put them on his head, making an indescribable laugh.

In order to avoid seeing any dirty scenes, Liu Zheng quickly turned around and left the house.

"Mr. Liu, are you done?"

The bald manager waiting at the door asked.

"Done, let's go to the cemetery."

He nodded.

The two got into their own cars and quickly drove to the cemetery.

As soon as you pass through the archway, you can hear the sound of horse hooves.

"I've met your Excellency."

Facing the gravekeeper, the bald manager saluted respectfully with his head almost buried to his waist.

"Ah."

The gravekeeper just snorted in response and looked at Liu Zheng.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gravekeeper."

Liu Zheng also bowed, neither lightly nor heavily.

"Good afternoon. Are you here to rob a grave?"

The gravekeeper asked.

Hearing his response, the bald manager's eyes widened bigger than eggs.

After working in the funeral industry for so many years, this was the first time he heard of a gravekeeper saying hello to someone.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he and the funeral home had always been friendly to Liu Zheng.

"I'm sorry, I'm not ready yet. I'm here to bury my godfather."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Oh."

The gravekeeper turned the non-existent horse's head and prepared to leave.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Gravekeeper. I have a few things I want to discuss with you."

"Manager Xu, please go to the cemetery first."

He called the gravekeeper and then spoke to the bald manager.

"Okay, okay. I'll go over first then."

The bald manager had no choice but to run away at the speed of a 800-meter sprint.

"what do you want to say?"

The gravekeeper rode on the air horse and looked down at him.

"Has your horse not come back yet?"

Liu Zheng asked with some amusement.

"It's a rare business trip, it won't come back so obediently. Besides, it's just buying you time."

The gravekeeper said it all.

"Brother Ma is thoughtful."

he sighed.

He didn't actually do anything, he just treated the other person as an independent intelligent individual.

"I don't know if Ma likes to drink bad luck coffee. I'll bring him a few buckets next time."

Liu Zheng thought to himself.

"But it's almost done with its fun, so you'd better get ready as soon as possible."

The gravekeeper reminded.

"Okay. Mr. Gravekeeper, do you know about the Nine Dragons Carrying Coffins?"

He got to the point.

"I know. What do you want that for?"

The gravekeeper asked.

"It's not me who wants it, it's the Fool from the Writers Association. The president of the Writers Association doesn't seem to be in good condition, and he needs the help of the Nine Dragons Coffin Bearers."

Liu Zheng said.

If you want to get the Nine Dragons to carry the coffin, you can't get around the gravekeeper, so it's better to be honest.

"What state?"

The gravekeeper asked.

"I don't know either, but when he attacked, his body was covered with red hair and a blood moon appeared in the sky."

he replied.

"I can't suppress it."

The gravekeeper shook his head after hearing this.

"Are you saying that the nine dragons carrying the coffin cannot suppress the bad luck of the Writers Association President?"

"Yes."

The gravekeeper nodded.

"I thought so too, so I plan to change the nine dragons carrying the coffin to nine dragons pulling the coffin."

Liu Zheng said.

"What do you think?"

The gravekeeper glanced at him.

"Basically."

He said cheekily.

"hehe."

The gravekeeper seemed to be smiling, but Liu Zheng seemed unaware.

"You want me to change the tomb we are going to rob to one with nine dragons carrying the coffin."

The gravekeeper used a declarative tone.

"Yes."

He admitted it frankly.

"benefit."

The gravekeeper was even more calm than him.

"You said, but forget about the plane tree coffin. It's almost been stripped naked."

Liu Zheng smiled bitterly.

"I don't really like taking a bath that much. My request is simple, just help me add fuel to the fire."

The gravekeeper said.

"Add more fuel to the fire?"

"Yes. My fire has been burning too long and it's getting a little cold."

The gravekeeper took off his cowboy hat, and orange flames burst out from his eyes, quickly spreading throughout his body.

His flesh and blood disappeared in the flames, and he quickly turned from a handsome old cowboy into a terrifying flaming skeleton.

But his eyes were not empty, nor were they ordinary will-o'-the-wisp, but red-hot lava balls covered with cracks.

And there seemed to be infinite magic in this eyeball, which attracted Liu Zheng's attention.

"Don't look me in the eyes."

A cowboy hat fell from the sky and was placed on his head.

The wide brim of his hat obscured his vision, preventing him from looking directly into the gravekeeper's eyes.

Liu Zheng felt a chill all over his body, and finally he came out of that possessed state.

"It seems that you are indeed not a sinner."

The gravekeeper commented.

Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to rescue her in time.

“How do we determine who is a sinner?”

There was a hint of sarcasm in Liu Zheng's tone.

If we use real-life standards, the metropolis can basically be said to be filled with people who should be killed but have not been killed.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he has committed a lot of evil.

"The sinners of the metropolis will naturally be judged by the metropolis."

The gravekeeper said calmly.

(End of this chapter)