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

Chapter 693 The Big White Goose: Liu Zheng, please let me go.
"You wretched human, don't think I can't tell you're being sarcastic."

The plane tree expressed its dissatisfaction.

"But you really won't do that, will you?"

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"I really wish I could do that, so I could just rip your head off and hang it on my branch!"

"I'm so angry," the plane tree said through gritted teeth.

"Your head isn't in good shape, but if you want to hang it, I can hang your body on it. Of course, there will be an extra charge."

He shrugged.

"Puree! Grab your things and get out of here! Don't pollute my view anymore!"

The roots of a plane tree stretched out and bound him, then he was thrown more than ten meters away.

"No wonder a tree can't cultivate itself into a spirit if it gets so easily agitated."

Liu Zheng lay on the ground and complained.

If one could cultivate oneself into a spirit, then the French sycamore tree wouldn't need to evolve into a phoenix to gain freedom.

Of course, they might also be immediately recruited by the sanitation department to serve as lifelong servants.

"What did you say?!"

The sound of plane trees could be heard from the gradually thinning green mist.

"I said, Your Excellency, the esteemed French nobleman, thank you for giving me a ride."

Liu Zheng said respectfully.

"Humph!"

The plane trees ignored him.

Liu Zheng got up and noticed something shiny on the ground.

He picked it up and saw that it was a shrapnel with a very sharp edge.

Name: Founding Shrapnel

Type: Equipment

Quality: Excellent

"Effect 1: Significantly increases the hit rate of ranged and explosive attacks."

"Effect 2: Significantly increases the hit rate of ranged and explosive attacks."

"Note: Everything that doesn't kill me makes me stronger."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Good guy."

Looking at the item's effects, Liu Zheng exclaimed, "Wow!"

If he were to appear on the battlefield with this shrapnel, he would become an easy target.

So, should we wear it or not?
After thinking for a moment, Liu Zheng decided to wear it anyway.

Anyway, he's already a sitting duck, so one more won't make a difference.

"Please equip the 'Meritorious Shrapnel' to the appropriate position."

The system prompted.

Where should shrapnel be properly mounted?

"Isn't it?"

He frowned and plunged the shrapnel into his chest.

"The 'meritorious shrapnel' has been put into effect."

The system prompt sounded again.

"Depend on!"

It really has to be inserted into the body? Does a god system like yours have to be so realistic?
Liu Zheng tried to move a couple of times, and sure enough, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Although he can endure it with his current willpower, it will inevitably have an impact during intense battles.

But even if it's not inserted into the chest, it will still have an effect if it's inserted into the abdomen, limbs, or buttocks.

"There is."

He pulled out the shrapnel and inserted it horizontally into his forehead.

Liu Zheng tried shaking his head; although it stung a little, it no longer affected his movements.

"I'm such a genius."

he said proudly.

Others might worry about inflammation, infection, allergies, etc., but Liu Zheng doesn't need to worry at all.

With his current physique, even real-world superbugs would be easy prey for him, and he wouldn't be afraid of even a ton of Ganges water.

After leaving Rose Street, Liu Zheng returned to the Bloody Restaurant.

"Hahaha!"

As soon as he entered the lounge, Niu Ma pointed at his forehead and burst into laughter.

"Your head is swollen bigger than Ottawa. Hahaha, that's hilarious."

The white goose has a fleshy growth on its head similar to that of the red-crowned crane, but it is more prominent and located further forward.

"Dude, can you stop laughing? It's hurting my eyes. Also, that's not a hematoma, that's embedded shrapnel."

Liu said expressionlessly.

"What? You were ambushed by the city hall's troops?"

Niu Ma put away his smile and asked.

"No, I inserted it myself."

He shook his head.

"Hahaha!!!"

The oxen and horses laughed even louder.

"Sacred gold."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes and returned to his loyal little stool.

He had just picked up a newspaper and hadn't even had a chance to read it when the red-crowned crane called.

"Your Excellency, we have just received news that Black Swan is about to request a long leave of absence."

"The call connected," the red-crowned crane said.

"How long are you staying? Where are you going? What's the reason?"

Liu Zheng asked three questions in a row.

"I don't know, but it should be at least half a month or more."

The red-crowned crane replied.

"What a coincidence, I was just about to make a move on it when it asked for a long leave. Did you manage to keep it from noticing anything?"

He wondered.

"Absolutely not. Don't worry, I'm an actor after all, I have some acting skills."

The red-crowned crane assured.

"Um"

Liu Zheng nodded, not particularly concerned.

After all, it's a metropolis; black swans might have the ability to predict the future or possess extraordinary items.

But since the other party is trying to run away, he has to act quickly.

Does it have a show today?

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes, there is a ballet solo, 'Swan Lake', at 7 p.m. tonight."

"That's what the red-crowned crane said."

"The Swan Song? It's quite fitting as its final performance."

A cruel smile crept across his lips.

"Sir, if you need tickets, I will prepare them for you now."

"That's what the red-crowned crane said so solicitously."

"Hmm, prepare one for me. No, wait, I'll tell you after I've confirmed it."

Liu was considering whether to invite the novelist, since she had invited him to a salon last time.

But he went there to kill geese, and inviting the novelist seemed like an attempt to drag her into the mess.

"Yes, sir, but you'd better hurry, as tickets for the Black Swan show are in high demand."

The red-crowned crane reminded them.

"understood."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone.

After thinking about it, he decided to tell the novelist.

Whether or not to go is the other person's choice, but if they don't even give you that choice, then don't blame them for making an enemy of you.

"Senior~ You called me again so soon."

The novelist said happily.

She wasn't afraid of Liu Zheng asking her for help; the more she did for Liu Zheng, the closer he would get to her belly.

Are you free tonight?

Liu Zheng shivered inexplicably, then asked.

"available!"

The novelist said without hesitation.

"I'm going to the Grand Theater to kill someone at 7 p.m. tonight, and I was thinking of inviting you to see a show while we're at it. If you don't feel comfortable with that, then forget it."

"convenient!"

The novelist's answer remained decisive.

"Do you need my help?"

She asked the question herself.

"Oh, no need. I just wanted to watch the show with you. If you're not coming, I'll go alone."

Liu Zheng said.

"I will definitely go!"

The novelist said forcefully.

"Okay. You'd better wear something light, in case you have to run away."

He thought of the outfits worn by the upper class when watching plays, as described in those novels, and offered a reminder.

"Don't worry, senior, I will definitely not be a burden to you."

The novelist said earnestly.

"With your abilities, I'm not much of a burden to you," Liu Zheng said self-deprecatingly.

"I also need to go!"

Suddenly, Hii ​​Shikibu's voice rang out.

"I'm on official business, why are you joining in?"

He said speechlessly.

"Killing someone is nothing serious. I'll buy my own ticket; I don't need you to pay for it."

"Hishikibu said proudly."

"Is it about money? Even if I don't want you to go, the novelist doesn't want you to go either."

Liu Zheng attempted to shift the blame eastward.

"My senior, let her go."

The novelist was inclined to refuse, but seeing that Hishi Shikibu was about to throw a tantrum at the slightest disagreement, he eventually agreed.

After all, she's her only best friend, and they've even been locked up in a dark room together.

"Alright, go ahead, I've bought you the tickets. But let's make it clear first, you just enjoy the show and don't cause any trouble."

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

"Tch, who knows who will be asking me for help later."

"Hishikibu said dismissively."

"I'm asking for a novelist, what does it have to do with you? All you're doing is spouting nonsense, and you're still trying to act all high and mighty."

He shrugged and then hung up the phone before Hishishibu could explode.

He told the red-crowned crane to buy three of the most expensive tickets, and then he called the Nile doctor.

"Doctor, do you have a way to block a person's precognitive abilities or sense of danger?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes, we do have it, but we don't have the kind of grass we need in stock. Even if we try to ripen it, it will take half a month."

"That's what the Nile doctor said."

"That's it."

Half a month later, after the grass was planted, the black swans had all disappeared into some hidden corner.

"That dark elf should know; you can ask her."

The Nile doctor offered this advice.

"Row."

After hanging up, he called Yaksha again.

"Do you have precognitive abilities or a sense of danger that you can't detect?"

Liu Zheng cut to the chase and asked.

"Yes, but it requires his own physical material; the higher the mystery value, the better the effect."

Yaksha replied.

What is meant by "mysterious value"?

"It's hard to explain to people who don't understand magic. For example, the mystical value of one gram of blood is higher than that of one hundred grams of hair."

"Yaksha said."

"Oh~"

That's easy to explain; he understood it as soon as he heard it.

Isn't it just a mystical version of the saying "one drop of semen equals ten drops of blood"?
"Will I contact you again once I get it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Okay. But let me make it clear beforehand that if I feel things aren't going well, I will cancel the ceremony."

"Yaksha said."

"Row."

He and Yaksha can only be considered strategic partners now; it's already quite generous of him to help without expecting anything in return.

Of course, Liu Zheng wouldn't take it for free; he would definitely prepare a gift of equal value.

The person to cast the spell has been found, but the necessary materials are still needed.

It shouldn't be too difficult to do, after all, Black Swan is a dancer who has to do so many large movements every day.

Putting everything else aside, there must be piles of fallen feathers.

However, time was tight, with only a few hours left to collect the data.

Secondly, the other party may already be on guard, and collecting its body materials at this time would easily alert them.

"what?"

An idea flashed in his mind.

"That's it."

After Yaksha finished speaking, he prepared to hang up the phone.

"and many more."

Liu Zheng called out to her.

"What else?"

"If someone possesses another person's body and destiny, can the flesh and blood of that possessed person be used as ritual material?"

he asked.

"Theoretically, it should be possible, but I haven't tried it."

Yaksha wasn't entirely sure either.

"Then let's put it into practice."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone and then called Big White Goose.

"What can I do for you now, brother?"

The big white goose said with a smile.

"Not at all, it's you who needs my instructions, elder brother."

He replied with a smile.

"The British minister just praised you highly, saying that if everyone in the customer service department were like you, there would be no place for any other restaurant in the Metropolitan."

The white goose said in an exaggerated tone.

"Minister Britannia is too kind. I am just a newcomer in the delivery department. How can my service level compare to even a fraction of the senior staff in the customer service department? Minister Britannia is only praising me because of my superior's reputation and the friendship between the two departments."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"what?"

The cattle and horses looked up blankly.

Does it have any prestige in front of Britain? When did the delivery department and customer service department start to have any camaraderie?

"You still speak so flawlessly. If Li had half of your speaking skills, he wouldn't have offended so many people. Sigh."

The white goose let out a long sigh.

"Alright, let's get down to business. What do you want to see me about?"

it asked.

"That's right, I need some of your body material to cast the spell."

Liu Zheng told the black swan about wanting to take leave and his own guesses.

Is it really necessary to do this?

The white goose frowned slightly.

Blood is a very private thing, and it is taboo to voluntarily give away one's blood. Even someone with its power should think carefully about it.

"If you're not willing, then forget it, I'll think of another way."

He said considerately.

While the client is required to provide necessary assistance, providing one's own blood is certainly not within the scope of necessity.

"I'll be right there."

The white goose neither agreed nor refused, and simply hung up the phone.

Soon, it knocked on the door of the lounge.

"Give."

Without saying a word, it took out a perfume bottle, half-filled with bright red blood.

"Thank you for your trust, elder brother."

Liu Zheng solemnly accepted the perfume bottle.

"Don't rush to thank me. I'm getting old, and it's hard for me to trust others, even if I have high hopes for you. So, you still need to take it with you."

The big white goose took out the triangular-eyed little figure that had been used to do his makeup last time.

"These are my eyes. You have to keep them with you the whole time until you give them back to me."

"That's what the big white goose said."

"I'm fine with it, but I'm worried it won't keep up with my workload."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

At worst, Yaksha can just go back to the restaurant after the ceremony, and besides, he doesn't really have anything shameful to hide.

"Don't worry, it's very resilient."

"Alright. By the way, since your blood can be used as an ingredient in the ritual, could you also order takeout for the Black Swan?"

Liu Zheng suddenly had an idea.

"Brother, I've finally made it to retirement, can't you let me live a few more years in peace?"

"You want to draw my blood and order takeout. I'm starting to wonder who you're working for."

The white goose looked at him as if he were a devil.

In metropolitan areas, strength and lifespan are not necessarily positively correlated.

Although Big White Goose is now in a relaxed state, it was once a very hardworking and daring animal when it was in charge; otherwise, the restaurant would not have allowed it to retire.

Although the strength is still there, the foundation and potential are far less than when it was younger.

Fishermen and novelists may also have their takeout orders penalized, but they can still improve their skills if they practice diligently.

The maximum deduction for the white goose when ordering takeout is real; it's impossible to raise it any further without some extraordinary encounter.

"Hehe, this is to increase the success rate of the operation."

Liu Zheng said without any embarrassment.

"Then you should think of other ways to increase your success rate."

The white goose took a piece of chewing gum out of its pocket.

"I'll give you the money I earned by risking my life, so don't even think about my old bones."

(End of this chapter)