Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Some of them were successful, and some were unsuccessful."

"As metropolises develop and change, the number and function of these landmarks will also increase or decrease."

"However, the cemetery was built from the beginning and has never changed."

“Even in those turbulent times, we tried our best not to affect that area. Do you know why?”

Red Ghost asked.

"Because all who are born must die."

he replied.

"That's right. Even the dead will eventually have their minds eroded by time."

"Gods will perish, and the universe will also experience entropy increase. Perhaps one day, the metropolis will also face destruction."

"At that time, the cemetery may be our final tombstone."

Red Ghost said.

"What does this have to do with the gravedigger?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It is precisely because of the special nature of cemeteries that their managers are different from those of other landmarks."

"The cemetery keeper is chosen by the cemetery itself, and there is almost no possibility of them being elevated. The only reason for them to step down, apart from going against the will of the cemetery, is that their personality has been worn away by endless death. And this usually does not exceed five hundred years."

Red Ghost said.

"I see. So, if you were to become the tomb keeper, would you be able to break through this five-hundred-year limit?"

He asked again, still curious.

"The cemetery will not choose me as its caretaker."

Red Ghost shook his head.

"I mean, if."

Liu Zheng said with a grin.

"Then I probably can't either. I'll either die even faster, or I'll lead those who refuse to be silenced dead to attack the living among the living."

Red Ghost thought for a moment and then said.

"That sounds really exciting, I'll count you in."

He smacked his lips.

"The cemetery won't choose me. But you might have that chance."

"I... I can't do it. I don't have the ability to be a leader."

Liu Zheng is a very self-aware person.

He could probably lead a team of three to five people, or even command small-scale battles after studying at a military academy.

But it's impossible for him to command thousands of troops and launch a total war or a protracted war.

More than a competent leader, Liu Zheng is like a gang leader with a business sense.

"Don't underestimate yourself, I believe you have this talent."

Red Ghost encouraged.

"I'd better be modest. My shoulders are too narrow to carry so many people."

He shook his head.

"It's like a cemetery choosing its caretakers. Many times, it's not you who create the era, but the era that chooses you. As long as you don't want to go against your own will, you will eventually walk the path you've already chosen."

"You speak as if you were a charlatan."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"Haha, what an interesting young man."

Red Ghost paused, then patted his shoulder hard, almost knocking him to the ground.

It was obvious that it was taking the opportunity to retaliate, but Liu Zheng dared not speak out against it.

"Is there any other trouble?"

Red Ghost asked again.

"Oh, there is one more. A friend of mine is being targeted by a bunch of bald monks, and her father gave me a prop, but I'm worried it won't be enough."

He briefly recounted the story of the fisherman's family and then took out the frog-fish's stomata to demonstrate it.

"It turns out to be this thing."

Red Ghost glanced at Mingnang with disgust.

"Do you know him?"

“Every year when they are in heat, their calls fill the entire sewer, and even the gate of the sanctuary can't completely block them out; it's very disturbing.”

Red Ghost complained.

"Then it seems to be quite powerful."

"It's alright, but its power mainly lies in the penetrating power of its cry rather than its lethality."

"However, I do have something that would suit you."

As Red Ghost spoke, he began rummaging through the pile of junk.

"found it."

Red Ghost brought out a device that looked like a trumpet.

The horn has a handle on top, a bracket at the bottom, and an iron rod at the back that looks like the starter lever of a tractor.

Liu Zheng took the device, and an item description immediately popped up.

Name: Hand-cranked air raid siren

Type: Equipment

Quality: Excellent

"Effect 1: Releases a large-scale sonic attack after use."

"Effect 2: Can be used in conjunction with other sonic items or skills. When the power reaches its maximum, it will summon a large-scale air raid. The item will be automatically destroyed after this effect is triggered."

"Note: If you sound the sirens when none of the streets around you are sounding them, you will become a target of an air raid."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

"Um, sir, may I ask?"

After reading the item description, Liu Zheng's lips twitched.

"Won't this airstrike hit me?"

Chapter 436 The Sacred Body of the Innate Self-Destructing Truck

"meeting."

Red Ghost said with certainty.

"Boss, at your level, is this the only type of item that allows you to go down in a mutual destruction scenario?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"I don't know about others, but to me these are just souvenirs."

"Moreover, this isn't exactly a suicide item for me."

Red Ghost calmly replied.

"That's true."

Do you have any knowledge of engineering or architecture?

Red Ghost asked.

"Uh, does stacking blocks count?"

He thought for a moment and said.

"Not counting."

"Then there will be none."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Besides being quite skilled with his hands, he is also very much a liberal arts student, and his understanding of science and engineering knowledge is limited to textbooks and novels.

"Then there's nothing I can do. I have a simple fortification that can withstand an air raid, but you need knowledge of engineering or architecture to use it."

Red Ghost said.

"It's alright, there is a solution."

He shrugged.

It's just for air defense; we don't necessarily need fortifications.

"Do you want that German man to help you?"

Red Ghost saw through his thoughts.

"May I?"

"Of course. Weapons are neither good nor evil; it is the people who use them who are good or bad. I believe you will not become our adversary."

Red Ghost nodded.

"You just said I might become the villain."

“The opposite and the villain are not the same thing. Sometimes, in order to do the right thing, you have to do some unjust things.”

Red Phantom seems to have expressed its feelings on this matter.

"I don't want to be either of them, so I'll just be an ordinary citizen, saluting in life and sending flowers after death."

Liu Zheng said.

“You cunning boy. Go and play with the children for a while, but don’t corrupt them.”

Red Ghost glared at him.

"okay."

He turned and left.

"Wait a moment."

When Liu Zheng reached the warehouse door, Red Ghost called out to him again.

"What's wrong, boss?"

he asked doubtfully.

"I suddenly remembered something that you might need."

Red Ghost then rummaged through the pile of junk again.

Soon, it produced a picture frame.

The framed picture contains a portrait of a man with slicked-back hair, a long beard, a stern face, and a serious expression. He looks quite similar to Red Ghost when he wears a coat.

Below his neck was a collar similar to a military uniform, with red and yellow insignia on it.

But below the collar was a long robe in red and blue, which looked like the kind that clergy often wore.

The man raised his right hand, his fingers slightly bent into a gesture, while his left hand held an open classic book with large characters printed on it that Liu Zheng did not recognize.

Behind his head was a halo woven from gold thread, surrounded by radiant gemstones of various colors, making him appear extremely sacred and noble.

But both the man's expression and the collar of his military uniform make the painting look very discordant.

"This is?"