Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"I asked the bald manager."

“I kowtowed to every household, giving money and begging people to come and mourn my godfather.”

Liu Zheng said.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, the bald manager was stunned, while the earthbound spirit's will-o'-the-wisp lit up.

Judging from the appearance of the earthbound spirit, Liu Zheng knew that he had guessed correctly.

What's with all this talk of "eighteen farewell ceremonies" and "sister flowers"? Isn't it all about the spectacle?

Now that we have a filial son and a funeral ceremony, all that's missing are relatives and friends to come and pay their respects.

Given the usual behavior of the earthbound spirit, the residents of the community would rather his soul be scattered and gone than come to mourn him.

In times like these, only this cheap, filial son can step in.

"I think I understand what you mean, but wouldn't it be better for you to handle this yourself?"

The bald manager quickly figured it out.

"I'll go myself. But I don't have enough time, so I need your help."

Liu Zheng said.

"This"

The bald manager hesitated.

To be honest, after working in the funeral industry for so many years, this was the first time he had ever heard of such a request.

"Please help me out. We'll have many more opportunities to work together in the future."

Liu Zheng stuffed a wad of banknotes into his pocket.

"Ok."

The bald manager glanced at the city hall family member certificate on his chest and finally agreed.

"Thank you. Everyone, please follow me."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacles and led the funeral home staff out of the mourning hall.

"One person per floor, five hundred per household, quick and decisive. Regardless of whether anyone comes or not, one thousand per person, and an extra thousand for each household that comes."

He spoke to the funeral home staff and then gave each of them five hundred dollars.

Upon hearing this condition, the solemnity on the employees' faces immediately turned into a frenzy for money.

No one understands the importance of money better than them; from birth to death, you can't live a comfortable life without money.

"Go."

Liu Zheng waved his hand, and the employees immediately rushed out like wild dogs.

But instead of sweeping the building himself, he went straight downstairs.

He took a deep breath, puffed out his stomach, and then shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I am the godson of the owner of apartment 304 in building 15. I'm sure you all heard the commotion at my home today."

"As the saying goes, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. Please make sure to take some time to come and pay your respects."

“My godfather may have done something wrong in the past, and I apologize to everyone on his behalf.”

Liu Zheng lifted his shirt, knelt on one knee, and bowed three times towards the building's archway.

Then he took out a rusty knife and stabbed himself three times through his thigh, a move known as "three cuts and six holes".

"The salute has been delivered. If you refuse to accept the toast and instead choose to suffer the consequences, then I will have no choice but to resort to harsh words."

"Everyone has to die eventually. I have some connections in the cemetery. If you insist on not letting my godfather pass away happily, then you won't be able to have a happy funeral in your own families either."

"If any of you or your relatives and friends are not able to rest in peace after death, do not say that I did not warn you."

After saying this, he stood up, bowed three times, and then went into the building.

When they returned to the funeral hall, the funeral home staff had already returned to their original positions.

Although he saw nothing, he inexplicably felt that the mourning hall was extremely crowded, and even unconsciously made room for the air.

Liu Zheng was too lazy to think about the underlying principles. Just looking at the Earthbound Spirit's smiling face, which resembled a chrysanthemum, he knew that his method had succeeded.

"Thank you for gracing us with your presence."

He bowed deeply to the air around him.

It seemed as if someone was returning his greeting, but most others chose to ignore it.

Being threatened is never a pleasant thing, let alone being threatened to attend the funeral of a neighbor you've disliked for decades.

How long should the mourning period last?

Liu Zheng asked the bald manager.

"It will take at least half an hour."

The bald manager did some calculations and said.

"Then I'm too late. I'll leave the matter of Qiling to you."

"Okay."

The bald manager reluctantly agreed.

"This is the reward I promised you. Could you please help me distribute it?"

He was too lazy to count, so he just grabbed a handful of money and handed it to the bald manager.

"Godfather, I have to go. From now on, you'll just have to follow Manager Xu's instructions and go through the procedures obediently. If you keep causing trouble, there's nothing I can do."

Liu Zheng knelt down and kowtowed three times to the earthbound spirit.

He had done everything he could, and he didn't care what trouble the earthbound spirit caused anymore.

If the earthbound spirit dares to break the contract and not give him the letter of recommendation, hmph.

Liu Zheng got up and was about to leave when he saw a piece of paper flutter down.

"This is?"

He was overjoyed and quickly took it, and sure enough, it was a letter of recommendation from an honorary homeowner.

"very good."

He put the letter of recommendation into his pocket with satisfaction, only to see a glimmer of golden light float down from the sky.

"This is?"

Liu Zheng took it with his tentacles. The tip of the tentacles felt slightly heavy, but upon closer inspection, it felt weightless.

Congratulations, Mr. Liu.

The bald manager saw it too and quickly offered his congratulations.

"Where does joy come from?"

he asked.

Since no item description popped up, he didn't know what this thing was for.

"This is Buddha's tear, a tear of emotion and relief shed by a spirit before becoming a Buddha. It is not only a rare material for making extraordinary items, but also can be carried to resist the erosion of the netherworld."

"Moreover, shedding tears of Buddha means that the deceased has attained Buddhahood and transcended worldly desires."

"That's what the bald manager explained."

"Oh?"

Liu Zheng looked up and, sure enough, the figure of the earthbound spirit had disappeared, leaving only a half-body portrait with a gold-rimmed edge.

"If that's the case, does that mean we can skip the rest of the rituals and cancel the ancestral grave ceremony?"

He said thoughtfully.

"Huh? This won't do, will it?"

Upon hearing this, the bald manager was startled, and the gold border on his half-body photo quickly turned black.

"Just kidding, I'm leaving."

After Liu Zheng finished speaking, he turned and left without any hesitation.

"Go to the Bright Center, and hurry up."

He rushed onto the tank and immediately said.

There's really not much time left; I'll have to wait until next time to get the remaining two recommendation letters.

"Boss!"

As they approached the Guangming Center, Niu Daji ran out of the alley and called out to them.

"We're here, get in the car."

Liu Zheng opened the hatch and spoke to it.

Niu Daji and his abilities are quite complementary. When fighting, with Niu Daji taking the damage in front, he can more efficiently unleash the power of true damage.

"Alright. What are you standing there for? Get in the car now."

Niu Daji waved into the alley.

"Who else is coming?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Oh, it's Tomoko."

Niu Daji replied.

"Tomoko? What's she doing here?"

he said in surprise.

"The Queen said she got the boss drunk and had to take responsibility. The Extreme Flavor Group also promised to help her protect the Pink Kingdom, so she sent Tomoko to help us."

Niu Daji explained.

"Well, at least she still has some conscience."

Liu Zheng nodded.

If the Queen really doesn't make any statement, then the relationship between the two sides will come to an end, and all the help he provided before will have to be weighed on the scales.

"Come on, Tomoko, I'm in a hurry. It'll be faster to get there by tank."

He climbed out of the cabin roof himself and said.

After calling several times, a girl in a kimono finally came out of the alley.

She wore a pure white kimono embroidered with different flowers in various colors, which, combined with her petite figure and delicate face, left Liu Zheng with only one idiom to describe her.

Flowers in full bloom.

But her expression held no hint of coquettishness; her dull eyes resembled a piece of raw iron that had just been quenched.

"Da da da!"

Zhizi, wearing wooden clogs, walked slowly to the tank.

She hesitated as she looked at the towering vehicle. Even though the "Hound" was only a medium tank, it was still a behemoth compared to her, who was less than 1.6 meters tall.

"Do you need help?"

Upon seeing this, Liu Zheng extended his tentacles.

Tomoko tilted her head and glanced at him, and he immediately felt a tearing pain running from his brow to his groin.

Liu Zheng was startled and quickly looked down at his body, only to find that there was nothing wrong with him, except that the pain was still spreading through his nerves.

Tomoko opened her mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

"Tomoko said she didn't mean it."

Niu Daji explained.