Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The next second, Liu Zheng appeared at the exit of the passage.

"what?"

When did the food delivery lane become so short? It's almost as short as a door.

After thinking about it, I figured it was probably a preferential treatment after building a good relationship, which would shorten the time he would spend out.

Conversely, if the food delivery channel is unhappy with him, it can also extend the time it takes for him to leave the house.

"Good heavens, there really are traps everywhere."

Liu Zheng smacked his lips.

Fortunately, he has always been polite and well-mannered, a good young man of the new era who is loved by everyone.

"Where to go first?"

Once inside the tank, the driver asked mechanically.

"Let's go to Green Osmanthus Garden Crazy City."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

Forty minutes of delivery time is enough time to rush off to be a dutiful son and kowtow.

"Oh."

The driver started the engine, and the heavily armed black lightning bolt began to weave through the steel jungle.

Don't be discouraged, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

He tried to comfort the other person.

"Oh."

The driver's tone remained unchanged.

"We'll be going to the Ten Thousand Mountains in a couple of days. Bring all your ammunition with you and bomb it however you want."

Liu Zheng continued to comfort him.

Legitimate property, whether private or public, is protected by the city hall. Even a bloody restaurant cannot be damaged at will; it must at least have a strong connection to food delivery.

But the Ten Thousand Mountains are different. The mountains there are basically not protected by the city hall, and they can all be razed to the ground, as long as he has the power to do so.

"My inventory is so large that even if you brought ten more tanks, you still couldn't fill it all, let alone one."

The driver said proudly.

"Can I rent ten tanks by myself?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"No, each employee can only rent one car at a time. That's an ironclad rule."

The driver shook his head.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that then. If we don't get to fry enough, that's not my problem."

He drawled out his words.

"Liu Zheng, it's ridiculous of you to use provocation on a cold-blooded soldier."

The driver said coldly.

"But I have to say, you succeeded."

He immediately added, then slammed on the gas pedal.

Upon arriving at Green Garden Crazy City, the security guard on duty was not a young man with gray hair, but a tanned, gaunt old man.

As the tank approached, he immediately came out of the guard booth.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Seeing Liu Zheng walking towards the gate, he reached out to stop him.

"Brother, I'm the godson of apartment 304 in building 15. I'm here to handle his funeral arrangements."

Liu Zheng said.

"Building 15, Room 304? Really?"

The old security guard was somewhat suspicious.

He had worked at Country Garden Crazy City for a long time, so he naturally knew about that troublesome earthbound spirit.

"Of course it's true! Haven't the people from 'Die Well' funeral home arrived yet?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You've come, but why didn't you come with the funeral home staff?"

The old security guard still had some doubts.

"I'm just busy with work. If you don't believe me, you can give me a call and ask."

As he spoke, he slipped a banknote into the other person's pocket.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The old security guard was startled.

"The phone bill? I asked you to make the call because of something, so I can't expect you to pay for it yourself, can I?"

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Hey, it's just a phone call, it won't cost much, you're over it."

The old security guard said somewhat embarrassedly.

"What if it takes a long time? I also have two friends who live in this neighborhood, and I'll need your help a lot in the future. Please do me the favor and accept this."

he said sincerely.

"Alright, since you're being so polite, I can't let you lose face."

The old security guard took the opportunity to back down.

"But I still need to make the call."

he emphasized.

"It's alright, go ahead and do it."

Liu Zheng said generously.

"No problem, you can go in."

The old security guard made a phone call and immediately opened the gate.

If it were any other homeowner, the property management company wouldn't be so accommodating. But the problem of earthbound spirits is indeed a major headache. Now that it can be resolved, the property management company is naturally willing to cooperate.

"Thank you."

He entered the residential compound and went straight to Building 15.

As soon as Liu Zheng got downstairs, he heard knocking and banging sounds.

When we arrived at room 304, the door was open, and the mourning hall was set up in the living room.

In the center of the mourning hall was a nanmu coffin, its surface painted with a layer of brown lacquer, and decorated with various patterns such as phoenix crowns, dragons, the Golden Palace, twin lotus blossoms, tortoises, snakes, deer, and cranes, making it look extremely luxurious and opulent.

In front of the coffin were placed a memorial tablet, incense table, candles, sacrificial animals, and offerings, with fresh flowers and flower baskets on both sides, and a banner with the deceased's portrait hanging high behind.

When he saw the portrait, his eye twitched involuntarily.

Because it wasn't a portrait of a deceased person at all, but rather a spirit bound to the earth, hanging upside down from the ceiling with its face sticking out from behind the frame.

Below the portrait were a band playing funeral music and a vigil keeper. Since Liu Zheng was not present, the current vigil keeper was the bald manager.

"Mr. Liu, you've finally arrived."

The bald manager breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him arrive.

"Sorry for causing trouble to you."

Liu Zheng said.

“It’s alright, it’s just work. Why don’t you let the old man come down first? We’ve already printed out his portrait, he can just change into it.”

"That's what the bald manager suggested."

"No need, just let it hang there. As long as he's happy. Where's the ceremony now?"

he asked.

"The previous procedures have been completed. Considering your situation, you can simply step forward, kowtow three times, and then lead the procession out of the community while holding up the portrait of the deceased."

"That's what the bald manager said."

"Row."

Liu Zheng nodded.

After saying that, he went to the portrait, knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed three times.

"Godfather, rest assured. Your son has taken care of everything after your death. I guarantee you will be more comfortable in death than in life."

he shouted.

"I"

"Please keep quiet during the funeral, otherwise it will be detrimental to the deceased's virtue and feng shui."

The bald manager reminded him.

The earthbound spirit was so frightened that it immediately shut its mouth.

He's the type of guy who's tough on his own, but when he's around a professional like the bald manager, he gets completely outmaneuvered.

"Let's begin the ritual."

Liu Zheng stood up and said.

Then it waved its tentacles, trying to pick up the portrait.

With a slight effort, the portrait remained completely still.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bound spirit tightly embracing the portrait, with veins bulging on its face.

"Godfather, what are you doing?"

Liu Zheng remained silent.

The earthbound spirit did not answer, but simply turned its face away.

"If you have any other complaints, just say so. When my delivery time comes, you won't even have anyone to hold your portrait."

He urged.

The earthbound spirit remained silent, only pointing at the bald manager.

"Manager Xu, is it really impossible for my godfather to speak up?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It's really not possible. If the deceased speaks, it will not only diminish their own good karma, but also affect the fortune of their descendants."

The bald manager shook his head.

"Alright. I'll give you five minutes to guess. If I still can't guess after five minutes and you're unwilling to let go, then I'll just leave."

He looked around the mourning hall and fell into thought.

Chapter 543 Liu Zheng: Not taking medicine doesn't mean you're sick

"I see."

Liu Zheng quickly found the answer.

"Manager Xu, could I borrow these employees of yours for a moment?"

he asked.

What do you need them for?