Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

One of the spider's legs pierced his heart, and the other pierced his abdomen. The bristles on the spider's legs stood up and dug into the surrounding flesh.

This is a common technique used by the man-of-war spider. With just a drag, it can tear its prey's vital parts to shreds, leaving it utterly dead.

Even black goat calves suffer injuries that cannot heal themselves in the short term.

Unfortunately, it encountered the youngest of the young, the darling of the black goat that gives birth to all things.

"Tear!"

With a chilling tearing sound, Liu Zheng's heart and entire intestines were ripped out, and red, yellow, and green liquids gushed out.

The spider with the human head grinned cruelly, ready to enjoy watching him collapse in agony.

However, despite his body trembling with pain, Liu Zheng stood upright.

"You hit me so hard!"

He pouted, looking aggrieved.

"Then pay with your life."

With a forceful tug, the tentacles binding its two hind limbs caused the already unbalanced spider to fall backward.

It frantically waved its eight spider legs, trying to stand up, but a thick goat hoof stepped on its belly.

The dragon scale blade, burning with red flames, left a series of afterimages in the air. The spider spear, harder than refined iron, was further enhanced by the "Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath" and split in two, leaving a smooth and clean cut.

Spider legs, made of flesh and blood, were even worse off, being chopped into several pieces.

The spider's head showed an expression of pain far greater than it had imagined, while the person in front of it was even more cruel than it.

Liu Zheng raised the Dragon Scale Knife high and smashed it into the mouth of the human-headed spider like he was pounding rice cakes, interrupting its process of spitting out spider silk.

"You didn't fall for it just now, so you definitely won't be fooled this time. What a pathetic wretch, having a human head but not being smart at all."

As he mocked, he pulled out the Dragon Scale Blade and plunged it into the head spider's abdomen, stirring it vigorously.

"I've heard that spiders like to secrete digestive enzymes to dissolve the tissues of their prey. I think this looks about right. Here, eat."

Liu Zheng showed it the spider's internal organs.

The only response from the spider was a hateful look in its eyes and a weak, whistling howl.

"Eat up, you son of a bitch! Why aren't you eating? Give me some!"

He used the tip of his knife to pick up a clump and inserted it into the spider's mouth.

"squeak"

Faced with Liu Zheng's brutality, the spider-headed creature was powerless to resist and could only let out weak gasps.

"Can't eat anymore? Then die!"

Liu Zheng gritted his teeth and brandished his knife, as if he were the one lying on the ground.

The blade flashed, and the body was severed from its head.

The filthy blood spread across the moss-covered ground, transforming into nutrients that nourish microorganisms.

"He died already? Not enough, not enough!"

He roared angrily, raising his dragon scale knife and butcher's knife and hacking wildly at the man-headed spider until its head and body were chopped into mincemeat.

His anger gradually subsided, and the Dragon Scale Blade returned to its rusty state.

"Gan!"

Looking at the piles of minced meat on the ground, Liu Zheng, now fully conscious, cursed under his breath.

Now, even if the human-headed spider is of high quality, it won't fetch a good price.

It's unexpected that "Wrath" in the Seven Deadly Sins has such a hidden side effect.

He searched among the remains for a long time, unwilling to give up, and finally found something.

An oval-shaped organ with many holes on it.

This is the spinning apparatus, the organ spider uses to produce silk. There should be three pairs, but the other spinning apparatuses have all been chopped up, and only this small one survived.

"At least it wasn't a complete loss."

Liu Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

We can take this back and see if the Spider Maiden wants it. If she doesn't, we can try selling it to the White Feather Chicken.

He glanced at the room whose door had been smashed open; it was completely empty.

But his intuition told him that there must be something inside.

"Want to go in?"

Liu Zheng asked himself the question, and then immediately came to the answer.

"Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing."

Moreover, for him, one more problem often means one more problem.

He put away his spinning wheel, covered his still-healing wound, and hunched over as he limped away from the alley.

"Hey, it's boring."

Passing through that invisible membrane, Liu Zheng straightened up and pursed his lips.

He's put on such an act, yet no one seems to be trying to profit from the situation. This generation of troublemakers is really too difficult to manage.

"You've been beaten up like this again. It feels like every time you fight someone, it's a life-or-death situation?"

The driver complained.

"That's called fighting style, something for young people, Colonel, you wouldn't understand."

Liu Zhengqiang's actions were an attempt to save face for himself.

"Um, where exactly is this, Colonel?"

Before the driver could expose him, he changed the subject.

"Didn't you recognize me?"

The driver fell for it.

"I felt that the layout was quite like a black market."

Liu Zheng said.

"That's right, this used to be the black market."

The driver nodded.

“Metropolis wasn’t always like this, nor were these landmarks; the black market is where most of the ruins are left.”

“Some of these ruins are completely abandoned, while others still retain some function. The alley in front of you retains some of its concealment and protection functions, which can prevent beings like me from entering.”

He began to speak slowly.

"Doesn't the city hall care?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

“We don’t care about those that are still in business, let alone those that have been abandoned. It’s better to guide than to block. The city hall is indeed powerful, but the metropolitan area is much larger, and most of the time we can only focus on the big picture and let go of the small ones.”

the driver said.

"Is there any remains of that blood-stained restaurant?"

He rolled his eyes and said.

“I advise you not to get any ideas. Because these ruins are unmanaged, the power and rules within them are on the verge of collapse, or have already undergone unpredictable changes. Some ruins are even more dangerous than the original sites themselves.”

The driver glanced at him and said.

"Ok."

Heeding advice to eat well, Liu Zheng abandoned his suicidal thoughts.

"Of course, the more dangerous the place, the greater the opportunity."

The driver suddenly changed the subject.

"Colonel, do you want me to go, or do you not want me to go?"

He was a little confused.

"I neither want to nor want to. If you act recklessly and die, then I won't have any fun to watch. But if you don't act recklessly, I still won't have any fun to watch."

The driver seemed a bit conflicted.

"Then I'd better not do anything reckless. Anyway, even if I don't deliberately do anything reckless, something reckless will always come my way."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Indeed, you never disappoint me when it comes to getting into trouble."

The driver smiled slightly.

"Thank you, though I wasn't really comforted. Let's go."

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said.

Next stop, Rose Street.

"You idiot, did you bring me any alcohol?"

This time, the plane tree took the initiative to call out to him.

"No, I haven't had time to make wine lately."

Liu Zheng said, half-jokingly.

"If you don't get me some wine soon, I'm going to die of thirst!"

The plane tree complained.

Not being able to lie does not mean you can't use exaggeration.

"Are you craving it? Besides, don't you have a lot of wine stored up?"

He squinted and said.

"I drank it all in a moment of joy."

The plane trees return.

"What's making you so happy? Has the ginseng baby learned to dance court ballet?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Hmph, I don't think she'll ever learn that in her lifetime."

The plane tree glared at the ginseng doll that had buried itself in the soil, the leaves on the doll's head trembling.

"The bird just told me that it has noticed that the Border Services Agency is patrolling less frequently lately."

it said.

"Oh, is that all?"

"You know about this?"

"I don't know, but I have a guess."

He shook his head.

Everything needs to be done by people. 4399 has said that the Border Management Bureau is in dire need of manpower recently, so their daily work will inevitably be affected.

"If you knew, why didn't you tell me? You always knew humans couldn't be trusted."

The plane tree said angrily.

"Guessing doesn't mean knowing. Would someone as reliable as me tell you information that's either true or false?"

Liu Zheng gave a suitable reason.

"I don't care, you have to get me a batch of good wine, or I'll consider it as you not reporting it."

The plane tree persisted.

"Playing the victim, huh? Fine, fine, I'll get it done for you."