Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"That's what the prematurely gray-haired security guard said."

"Brother, aren't you overestimating me?"

Liu Zheng remained silent.

"If I had the ability to help others attain Buddhahood, would I need to be a food delivery driver?"

Even the most incompetent Buddha shouldn't be reduced to working for a bloody restaurant.

"Brother Liu, you misunderstood. This 'becoming a Buddha' means 'transcending suffering.' That homeowner is a 'bound spirit.' A spirit that stays at home has no intention of going to the cemetery, but it can't overcome its obsession, so it wants to find someone to help it become a Buddha."

The security guard with premature gray hair explained.

"Then let's find professionals, like monks, Taoist priests, sorceresses, witches or something."

“The obsession of the soul is like a serious illness. Becoming a Buddha on one’s own is like self-healing. But the professional deliverance is like taking medicine or having surgery. It will more or less damage the spirit or leave sequelae.”

"The property management company also helped this homeowner find several professionals, but he refused them all as soon as he heard about the risks."

"That's what the prematurely gray-haired security guard said."

"Goodness, they're still being deliberately secretive. Are you property management going to such lengths because you're worried a haunted house will affect property values?"

He made a joke.

"Haunted houses are no big deal; none of the residents in Crazy City are easy to deal with. If that homeowner really does become a vengeful spirit, then our property management and many homeowners will be very happy."

"That's what the prematurely gray-haired security guard said."

"why?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“A bound spirit that can maintain the sanity of a normal person is a great tonic for someone who can absorb soul energy.”

The security guard with prematurely gray hair replied.

"Oh~"

It dawned on him.

So everyone was waiting to get tons of gold coins.

As expected of a metropolis, even their exploitation of the destitute is more ruthless than in the real world.

In the real world, those who prey on the destitute might at most commit murder for money, but in the metropolis, they won't even let the dead go.

"Then why are you so enthusiastic?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Because he was bored being alone, he started holding concerts at home. The worst part is that he sings terribly, and his spirit's singing can not only penetrate walls, but also appear in dreams. Not only are his neighbors greatly disturbed, but even the residents of the next few buildings are not spared."

"That's what the prematurely gray-haired security guard said."

"Didn't they contact the property management?"

“We’ve looked for him, and we’ve tried to manage him, but we can’t control him. His father is a city hall employee and a model worker who died in the line of duty. As long as he doesn’t commit those serious crimes, not only us, but even the Public Security Bureau can’t do anything about him.”

The prematurely gray-haired security guard shrugged.

"A serious crime!"

For some reason, the corpses of those Yuan Shen sect believers suddenly flashed through Liu Zheng's mind.

Harboring a wanted criminal by the city hall should be considered a serious crime, right?

"No, no, no."

He shook his head violently, banishing the wicked thought from his mind.

They didn't provoke him or commit any serious crime; they were just causing a disturbance. If he uses this method to frame them, how is he any different from those insects?

"Snapped!"

Liu Zheng swung his tentacle and slapped himself across the face.

"Uh, Brother Liu, what's wrong with you?"

The half-gray-haired security guard was startled by him.

"It's nothing, my face is just a little itchy. Go on, what is his obsession?"

Liu Zheng waved his tentacle and said.

"Oh, that homeowner was a loner. He had no wife or children and had a bad relationship with his relatives and friends, so no one helped him with his funeral arrangements."

"So he wanted someone to help him with his funeral, especially someone to be a dutiful son or grandson."

"That's what the half-white-haired security guard said."

"This shouldn't be difficult to achieve, right? As long as he's willing to spend the money, there are plenty of people willing to be his dutiful sons and grandsons."

"The key issue is that he has no money."

The half-white-haired security guard shrugged.

"If he doesn't have a house, then he can just inherit it from whoever arranges his funeral."

“His house was issued by the city hall. It only has small property rights and cannot be transferred, sold, or even rented out. Moreover, once he gets rid of his obsession and goes to the cemetery, the house will be taken back.”

The half-gray-haired security guard knew the resident of 304's situation inside and out.

"There's nothing there, so who would rush to be his descendant? Would they be so cheap?"

he complained.

"That's right. If it's just that there's no compensation, then in order to avoid being harassed by his noise, everyone will just hold their noses and send someone out to do it. At worst, they can crowdfund some compensation later."

"The key point is that he also has a very unreasonable request."

The half-white-haired security guard continued.

"any request?"

"He requires those who mourn his death to kill all their immediate family members before they can become his children and grandchildren."

The half-white-haired security guard replied.

"Are you crazy? There's no benefit in it, and you'd kill your whole family to mourn him? Even someone who cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness wouldn't do something so stupid."

Liu Zheng couldn't help but curse.

"Who can argue with that? Even if everyone crowdfunded, they could only raise a little bit at most. It's impossible for them to pool their entire family's money, right? So this matter was just put on hold."

The half-white-haired security guard said helplessly.

"If I were a resident of that building, I'd just crowdfund a hitman to physically send him to the afterlife."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

“With the city hall protecting him, no one is willing to take the lead.”

The half-white-haired security guard shook his head.

No matter how fierce the power struggle within the city hall may be, it's an internal matter. Anyone outside who dares to lay a hand on the people in the city hall should just wait to be made an example of.

"I see. If I can help him attain Buddhahood, will your property management company and owners' committee offer any additional rewards?"

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes and said.

"Huh? Brother Liu, you don't seem like someone who's short of money. You wouldn't go to such lengths for an honorary homeowner medal, would you?"

The half-gray-haired security guard looked shocked, and at the same time, a slight resentment arose in his heart.

Even in a metropolis with its simple and honest people, it is impossible to completely extinguish humanity, especially since these rural people value blood ties and family affection even more.

After all, given the level of danger outside the city, it would be impossible to survive without sticking together for warmth.

And there is no more direct and reliable bond of unity than blood ties.

If Liu Zheng were willing to destroy his own sect for such a small amount, then he felt that the gold bars he had just received were a bit too hot to handle.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm an orphan."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"Oh? Oh! I'm sorry, Brother Liu, I've touched on something that's bothering you."

The half-gray-haired security guard looked somewhat embarrassed.

No wonder this guy works so hard and is so neurotic; he's an orphan, which explains everything.

"It's okay, I think it's fine. I'm carefree, and everything is convenient. Look, isn't this convenient?"

He said considerately.

"That's true. When you get there, Brother Liu, just say you were referred by the property management."

"As for other intelligence, I get off work at midnight tonight and start work at nine tomorrow night. Just call me when you have time in between."

"That's what the half-white-haired security guard said."

"Okay. Alright, it's getting late, I have to go deliver the food."

After Liu Zheng finished speaking, he suddenly plunged a knife into Liu Zheng's shoulder.

"You take the money and still don't want to let them go? Where in the metropolis do you find such a good deal? Next time you see me, learn your lesson, or this knife will be stuck in your head."

He turned the hilt of his knife, extended his tentacles, and slapped the half-white-haired security guard's face, which was contorted in pain, twice before swaggering away.

"Take care, Brother Liu."

The half-white-haired security guard stared angrily at his retreating figure, muttering under his breath.

Upon entering the residential area, Liu Zheng took out his human bone cane and sprinted towards Building 15.

"found it."

Upon arriving on the third floor, he quickly found the room he was looking for.

"Is anyone home?"

Liu Zheng pounded on the door, then called out knowingly.

"Who?"

He had just finished speaking when a semi-transparent old man's head emerged from the doorway.

"A bloody restaurant? I didn't order takeout. Don't you guys usually not force delivery to the dead? Do you think we're not paying enough?"

The old man glanced at his uniform and then spoke rapidly.

"Ahem, sir, I'm not here to deliver takeout, I'm here to mourn you. The property management recommended me."

Liu Zheng took a step back and said.

The old man leaned out a little more, and they were about to share a deep French kiss.

"what?!"

The old man was first shocked, then overjoyed.

"Hahaha, so many have come! Finally, someone's willing to be my grandson. Good, good!"

He exclaimed with ecstasy, his voice, even more penetrating than a dolphin's, shaking Liu Zheng's brain to its core.

"It's my son."

He emphasized, despite his headache.

Being someone's son is already the limit; being someone's grandson is too humiliating.

"It's all the same, it's all the same. Come, come, my good grandson, come in and have a good chat with your grandpa!"

A pale arm reached out from the door and dragged Liu Zheng into the room.

Chapter 484 I treat you like a grandson, but you want to be my son.

"Come, come, you little rascal, I mean, young man, have some tea."

The old man, who looked no different from when he was alive, except that his body was semi-transparent, said solicitously.

"Uh, no thanks, I don't like tea."

Looking at the murky tea in the cup, Liu Zheng politely declined.