Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Oh."

The tomb keeper turned the non-existent horse's head and prepared to leave.

"Please wait a moment, Your Excellency the Tomb Keeper. I have a few things I would like to discuss with you."

"Manager Xu, could you please go to the cemetery first?"

He called out to the gravedigger, then spoke to the bald manager.

"Okay, okay, I'll head over now."

The bald manager, eager to avoid getting involved, ran away with the momentum of an 800-meter sprint.

"what do you want to say?"

The gravedigger rode on an air horse, looking down at him.

Has your beloved horse not returned yet?

Liu Zheng asked, somewhat amused.

"It's rare for it to go on a business trip, so it won't come back so obediently. Besides, it's also stalling for time for you."

The tomb keeper hit the nail on the head.

"Brother Ma is very kind."

he sighed.

He didn't actually do anything; he simply treated the other party as an independent, intelligent individual.

"I wonder if Brother Ma likes to drink 'Unlucky Coffee'. I'll bring him a few buckets next time."

Liu Zheng thought to himself.

"But it's had its fill of running wild, so you'd better get ready as soon as possible."

The gravedigger reminded him.

"Very well. Sir, are you familiar with the Nine Dragons Carrying a Coffin?"

He got to the point.

"I know. What do you need that for?"

"The tomb keeper asked."

"It's not me who wants it, it's the Fool from the Writers' Association who wants it. The president of the Writers' Association seems to be in bad shape and needs the help of the Nine Dragons Carrying a Coffin."

Liu Zheng said.

To get the coffin carried by nine dragons, you can't avoid the tomb keeper, so it's better to be honest.

"What state?"

"The tomb keeper asked."

"I don't know either, but when he made his move, he was covered in red hair, and a blood moon hung in the sky."

he replied.

"It can't be suppressed."

The gravedigger shook his head after hearing this.

"Are you saying that the Nine Dragons Carrying a Coffin couldn't ward off the bad luck of the Writers' Association president?"

"Yes."

The gravedigger nodded.

"That's what I was thinking too, so I plan to change the Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin to the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin."

Liu Zheng said.

"What you're thinking?"

The gravedigger glanced at him.

"Basically."

He said it shamelessly.

"hehe."

The tomb keeper gave a half-smile, but Liu Zheng seemed oblivious.

"You want me to change the tomb I'm going to rob to one with nine dragons carrying a coffin."

The gravedigger used the tone of a declarative sentence.

"Yes."

He readily admitted it.

"benefit."

The tomb keeper was even more at ease than he was.

"You said that, but let's forget about the plane tree coffin, it's almost been stripped bare."

Liu Zheng smiled wryly.

"I don't really like taking baths that much. My request is simple: just add some fuel to the fire."

"That's what the gravedigger said."

"Add fuel to the fire?"

"Yes. My fire has been burning for too long and it's gotten a little cold."

The gravedigger took off his cowboy hat, and orange flames shot from his eyes, quickly spreading throughout his body.

His flesh and blood vanished in the flames, and he quickly transformed from a handsome old cowboy into a terrifying flaming skeleton.

But his eyes were not empty, nor were they ordinary will-o'-the-wisps; they were red-hot, cracked spheres of lava.

And those eyes seemed to possess an infinite magic, drawing Liu Zheng's gaze.

"Don't look into my eyes."

A cowboy hat fell from the sky and landed on his head.

The wide brim of his hat obscured his vision, preventing him from looking directly into the eyes of the gravedigger.

Liu Zheng felt a chill run through his body, finally snapping out of his bewitched state.

"It seems you are indeed not a sinful person."

"That's what the tomb keeper commented."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had time to come to his rescue.

"How do we determine who is a sinner?"

Liu Zheng's tone was laced with sarcasm.

By realistic standards, Metropolis is practically overflowing with people who should have been killed but weren't.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he himself is utterly wicked.

"The sinners of the Metropolis shall naturally be judged by the Metropolis itself."

"The gravedigger said calmly."

Chapter 551 Five-Star McLuther once said

"I understand, it's under local jurisdiction."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Despite being a journalist, he does know a bit about law.

Of course, it also comes from the miscellaneous accumulation of experience as a former online novelist.

"However, sir, I see that you have quite a lot of internal heat about you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Look at the top of my head."

"That's what the gravedigger said."

He looked as instructed, only to see that the gravedigger's skull had only a thin layer of flame, with no flame even in the very center.

"This is."

He hesitated, not daring to speak.

"He's bald."

The gravedigger said frankly.

"puff!"

Liu Zheng couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Excuse me."

He quickly apologized.

"It's okay. It's fine as long as I can't hear."

No sooner had the tomb keeper finished speaking than Liu Zheng's hoof was in his hands.

Then, with a casual shovel, Liu Zheng was shoved headfirst into the ground.

"You can continue now."

"That's what the gravedigger said."

"@#$%^&&?"

A series of indistinct sounds came from underground.

"What did you say? I couldn't hear you clearly."

The gravedigger pretended to listen attentively.

In fact, with his strength, he could hear Liu Zheng talking in his sleep, even if it was just through a layer of soil.

"@#$%^&& (Why don't you just pull me out?)"

Liu Zheng smiled wryly.

Are you still laughing?

"@#$%^&& (I'm not laughing anymore, I'm never laughing again)."

He said quickly.

The gravedigger grabbed his hoof and pulled him out again.

"Ten thousand yuan. One thousand yuan for property damage, and nine thousand yuan for emotional distress."

The gravedigger pointed to the gap in the ground and said.

"Pah, pah, pah! Okay."

Liu Zheng spat out the dirt in his mouth and then obediently paid the money.

One laugh and ten thousand yuan is gone; no wonder people say you can make money by selling smiles.

What kind of flame do you need?

he asked.

"Anything of high quality will do, the higher the temperature the better. There's already enough in the cold, fiery cemetery."

"That's what the gravedigger said."

Is the temperature high enough?

In that case, the Chaos Club gold membership card wouldn't be suitable.

Although it was only for a moment, the pale flames mainly gave him a feeling of coldness and hardness.