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

Chapter 577 Liu Zheng: I am a worker, not a wish-making machine
Liu Zheng arrived at the gate of Bai Gui Xing.

Compared with the guests who came by car or sedan chair, the one who came on his legs seemed a bit out of place.

This abruptness also attracted the attention of the guests and doormen.

"Look at your ass!"

Faced with those curious gazes, Liu Zheng accepted them calmly.

As for those malicious looks, he glared back with even greater malice.

He killed one of the eight gods who protected the Hundred Ghosts. These guys who were not even honored guests were nothing.

The guests who could come to Baiguixing were naturally not good-tempered, and several of them approached him unintentionally.

"Don't you care?"

Liu Zheng asked the doorman.

"Sir, this is outside the bathing area."

The doorman, whose face looked like a beautiful girl covered in lead powder but whose skin was like an old woman, said with a wry smile.

"So, you won't care if I kill them all?"

He put the legendary delivery man's ration cigarette between his lips and raised an eyebrow.

It just so happens that the profits from the Arrakis sandworms are not ideal, so I'll take some back from these bastards.

Undisguised malice and murderous intent emanated from Liu Zheng, causing the surrounding guests and doormen to turn pale with fear.

Perhaps the number of kills he committed was not as great as that of some of the more cruel guests, but in terms of the quality of the kills, the number of kills committed by these guests combined was not even a hair of his.

He was a man who had killed gods, and more than one.

"Dear guest, please come in quickly."

Several doormen looked at each other, then immediately came over and surrounded Liu Zheng, separating him from the guests.

"Why not just do this earlier? Why did you have to make such a fuss?"

Liu Zheng, holding a cigarette in his mouth, swaggered into the gate of Bai Gui Xing.

"Yes, Hu. Treat this distinguished guest well."

The doorman called a waiter over.

"Right, right?"

Liu Zheng raised his eyebrows.

I don’t know why, but every time he hears this Hu Fa, he always finds it very funny.

However, this waiter named Dui Dui Hu did not look funny. Instead, he looked bitter and resentful.

"This is the system of our bathhouse. Each employee has a name based on a term from Mahjong."

The doorman explained.

"Oh, you explained it well."

He nodded and casually handed over a handful of bills.

"Everyone has one, divide it among yourselves."

Liu Zheng said.

"Thank you for your kindness, my Lord."

The doorman bowed respectfully and left the hall.

It was the default practice for the doorman to accept tips, so he didn't refuse at all.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a reservation?"

The waiter was jealous and asked attentively.

"Yes. My name is Liu Zheng."

Liu Zheng gave his name.

"Please wait a moment. I'll check."

The waiter took out a booklet and started looking it up.

He glanced at it and saw that the handwriting on it kept changing.

"Wow, it's a super tablet, right?"

Liu Zheng watched the waiter's operation with great interest.

This kind of place that seems so different from reality is also what attracts him to stay in the metropolis.

"Found it. I'll take you to the box you reserved."

The waiter put down the booklet and said.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Led by the waiter, he walked through the lobby and came to three elevators.

However, there were no masks in these three elevators.

“Why no masks?”

Liu Zheng asked directly.

"The ones with masks are for bathhouse staff, and these are for guests only."

the waiter said.

Of course, guests only means that bathhouse staff cannot use it under normal circumstances, but they can accompany guests to ride it.

"It's for bathhouse staff. It doesn't say that only bathhouse staff can use it, right?"

He said.

"this."

The waiter's expression became even more sad.

"There's dirt on the floor."

Liu Zheng pointed at the ground below him and said.

There lay two crumpled hundred-dollar bills, just as they had always been.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll clean it up right away."

A hint of joy flashed across the waiter's face, and he quickly squatted down to pick it up.

“There is really no rule on this.”

He finished what he had just said.

"take me."

Liu Zheng ordered.

"this."

The waiter's face drooped again.

“You didn’t clean up.”

He pointed at the ground again and this time a ball of hundred dollar bills grew out directly.

"I deserve to die for letting the guests see such filth."

The waiter simply got down on the floor, wiped the floor with his clothes, and collected the bills.

"Take me with you, and I'll forgive you. If you take the money and don't do the job, I'll kill you. I'm very familiar with your deputy minister."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"Which deputy minister?"

The waiter asked subconsciously.

"Do you want to know now?"

He said with a half-smile.

"No, I don't want to. Please come this way, sir."

The waiter smiled more and more sadly and took Liu Zheng to another direction.

Soon, they arrived in front of three mask elevators.

"Do you need me to introduce these three elevators to you?"

the waiter asked.

"No need, just sit here."

Liu Zheng said, pointing at the elevator of the angry mask.

"what?"

Although the waiter had expected this, his face still turned bitter when he heard the answer.

"Don't worry, you won't die as long as I'm here."

he said calmly.

"If you die, these will be funeral expenses."

Liu Zheng directly took out a thick stack of banknotes and stuffed it into the waiter's arms.

"Okay! Please come in, my guest."

Feeling the weight of the money, the waiter gritted his teeth, stepped forward and pressed the up button.

The elevator door opened and Liu Zheng strode in.

"Yo, I'm back."

Facing the blood-filled sky and warriors with sharp blades, his tone was as relaxed as returning home.

"I thought you were gone forever."

It was impossible to tell whether the warrior was happy or angry in his tone.

"Then you underestimate me. If I were that kind of person, I would never live to see you."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"By the way, don't kill the waiter who came in with me."

he ordered.

"I am not a bloodthirsty person. But I wonder how you have completed my commission?"

The warrior asked immediately.

“There is no progress at the moment.”

Liu Zheng said frankly.

"When a common man gets angry, blood splatters every five steps. Do you think I won't get angry?"

The warrior's tone changed slightly, and he gripped the hilt of the knife with his backhand. "You've endured it for hundreds of years, but now you can't stand it after just a few days of waiting?"

Liu Zheng directly pulled out the "Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath", and anger slowly burned on the blade.

"You all just know how to urge me to do something stupid. I'm a worker, not a fucking wish-making machine!"

His voice was much louder than the warrior's, and the blood clouds in the sky trembled.

"What do you think your commission is? It's to revive your wife and children who have been digested by you for who knows how many years, not to go out and throw away the garbage."

"I know, blah blah. Now I want you to help me take out the trash. How many days do you think it will take you to finish it?"

Liu Zheng walked directly in front of the warrior Yifa and handed him the dragon scale knife upside down.

"You know I can't leave the elevator, so how can I help you take out the trash?"

The warrior said with a gloomy face.

"You can't even think of this? Has your brain rusted along with the elevator?"

He taunted mercilessly.

"If you can't throw away the garbage yourself, ask someone to do it for you. If you don't have money, beg. If they don't understand, use force. If they are all stubborn, then teach them knife skills. Teach them half first, and then teach the remaining half after you have thrown away the garbage."

"Look, you even need me to help you figure out how to throw away the garbage. How dare you whinge to me?"

Liu Zheng became more and more excited as he spoke, and his lips were about to touch the warrior's.

"Your Excellency, there is no need to be so excited. I am just asking."

The samurai took a step back without leaving a trace.

"Humph. If I don't get excited, you'll get ahead of me."

He curled his lips and said.

With these unruly citizens of the metropolis, the approach of being neither humble nor overbearing simply won't work.

If they are arrogant, you have to be more arrogant than them.

If you really can't win, then you have to be cowardly to the end.

"This is about my beloved family, so it's only natural that I feel a little anxious."

The warrior defended himself.

"I know, otherwise I would have turned against you. See?"

Liu Zheng took out the "super fire-resistant corn pipe".

Feeling the terrifying heat contained inside, the warrior's face suddenly changed.

"If my hand shakes, not only you, but the entire Hundred Ghosts will be burned to ashes."

He said.

"Then you can't escape yourself, right?"

The warrior could naturally sense at once that the flames did not distinguish between friend and foe.

"My ability to escape is much better than my ability to destroy."

Liu Zheng took out the express delivery slip and floor button again.

Seeing this, the warrior was finally speechless.

"Okay, stop looking so sad. Although I didn't ask for a way to separate your wife and child, I found something else that could help."

After beating with a stick, it's time to give a sweet date.

"what?"

The warrior took the bait as expected.

"The first one is the 'Dead Person's Brain Core', which can help the 'Dead Person' slowly improve their intelligence without changing their personality. I don't have this in stock, but I'm sure I can buy it."

“The second one is this.”

Liu Zheng took out the ball of light formed by the resentful fish.

"This is a polymer of the vengeful spirits of fish in the sewers. It is a great tonic for the 'dead.' Even if only a wisp of soul is left of your wife and children, it can make them whole again."

"This plus that, as long as your wife and children can be separated, then they will definitely be resurrected."

he said firmly.

"I believe every word you say."

Feeling the huge soul power contained in the ball of light, the warrior nodded repeatedly.

"Yes. You trust me, I trust you, and it's a pleasure to work with you."

Liu Zheng put away the dragon scale knife and extended a tentacle.

"Pleasant to work with."

The warrior grabbed his tentacle and shook it hard.

"By the way, your Excellency did not come here just to see me, right?"

The samurai's first shot is just a little straight, he's not stupid.

"I had something to talk to someone about, and I came to see you and give you some reassurance."

Liu Zheng said frankly.

"Your Excellency is in this state now. I am afraid that woman will do you harm."

The warrior frowned.

The fact that Liu Zheng's strength had dropped drastically naturally could not be hidden from him. If he got angry and burned down the Hundred Ghosts Line, he would also be implicated.

"It shouldn't be a big problem. I came in through the regular route, and I didn't actually cause any damage to the Hundred Ghosts last time."

On the contrary, Liu Zheng not only helped Bai Gui Xing serve a distinguished guest, but also solved a problem.

Of course, whether Shao Yanming will cause trouble for Baiguixing after he is resurrected is none of his business.

"Besides, even if that woman really wants to cause trouble for me, don't I still have you guys?"

Liu Zheng patted the warrior Yifa on the shoulder.

"Well, that's true."

The warrior nodded immediately.

The situation is different now. Liu was a spy who had infiltrated the Hundred Ghosts Route before, and the warrior was actually going against his own position by helping him.

It was just because no one exposed him, and what he did did not go against the overall interests of the Hundred Ghosts, so he got away with it.

But now Liu is a customer who comes to consume, so it is reasonable for the warrior to help him.

"By the way, I have an elevator friend. It wants to communicate with you guys. Are you interested?"

Liu Zheng remembered the incident with the restaurant elevator.

"I am not interested. But if you need, I can communicate with it. As for the other two, I don't know."

The warrior said immediately.

"Then ask them for me. If it's your first time, just write a letter and be a pen buddy."

He thought for a moment and said.

"I don't have any paper or pen."

The warrior said sheepishly.

"I don't have one either. I'll ask someone to give it to you later."

Liu Zheng's manuscript of poems has also been sent to the Fool.

"Okay. Your Excellency, we have reached your floor."

As soon as the warrior finished speaking, his figure disappeared along with the blood cloud, and darkness fell again.

"Ding!"

As the elevator door opened, the light outside illuminated Liu Zheng's eyes.

He narrowed his eyes and helped the staggering waiter out of the elevator.

"Can I still leave?"

he asked the waiter.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, I'll just take it easy for a while."

The waiter said through gritted teeth.

The samurai only saved his life with one shot, but he still suffered the punishment he deserved.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng had already delivered the meal, so a few minutes wouldn't matter.

"Hey~"

The waiter inhaled deeply until his belly swelled to the size of a ten-month pregnant woman.

"Whoo~"

Then he exhaled slowly, the bloody breath leaving his mouth and inhaled through his nose.

After exhaling nine times, his complexion was obviously much better and his body stopped shaking.

"What ability is this?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"This is a breathing method passed down by my family. It has some effect in recovering from injuries, but it is not worth mentioning."

The waiter said modestly.

"I'd like to hear your suggestion. Can you teach me this breathing method?"

he asked.

The more abilities like "rebirth of flesh and blood" you have, the greater the advantage you will have by improving your recovery speed.

"It's no problem to give it to you, but this breathing method has been modified by our ancestors, and now it can only be effective for people in our family."

The waiter said awkwardly.

"What about the original?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"The original version has long been lost. Because the adapted version worked better for our family, no one has paid attention to the whereabouts of the original version."

"Then the coffin I just gave you is a deposit. Please help me find the original breathing method."

He said without question.

"what?"

The waiter's face became more and more miserable.

(End of this chapter)