Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Soon, with the addition of Liu Zheng's great-great-grandfather, the situation quickly shifted in his godfather's favor.

After a symphony of ghost stories played like a makeshift troupe, silence returned in the eerie wind.

Then, wisps of dark blue-black, silky, watery aura drifted out from the cold wind and merged into the two funeral couplets.

"It's done!"

The bald manager breathed a sigh of relief and immediately seized the opportunity to shout again.

"Ancestors, may your souls return! May your virtues be bestowed upon you, and may you protect your descendants!"

As he chanted the incantation, a bluish-black aura flowed into the funeral couplets like a whale sucking in water.

Perhaps the extraction was too fast, for ghostly whispers echoed again in the eerie wind, but the golden light surged and suppressed them all.

"However, your godson didn't spoil you for nothing."

Liu Zheng gave the Earthbound Spirit a thumbs up.

"Mr. Liu, get ready, it's time for a critical moment."

The bald manager reminded him.

"clear."

He nodded, his tentacles poised to strike.

"Your presence is a great honor, bringing good fortune and prosperity to our humble abode!"

After finishing the incantation, the bald man took a deep breath and puffed out his cheeks like an African giant frog.

"Wow!!!"

The phoenix's blood-weeping trumpet blast completely drowned out everything, bringing both the funeral band's performance and the ghostly whispers in the eerie wind to a standstill.

"Good fortune is coming, and flowers are blooming, bringing wealth and prosperity!"

The bald manager urged him again, and the writing on the two funeral couplets gradually turned golden-red.

Once all the writing had turned golden-red, the funeral couplets were ignited from the bottom by bluish-black flames.

Amidst the eerie flames, a golden-red lotus platform of the third rank gradually took shape.

"With the lotus reaching the third rank, Mr. Liu, whose luck did you borrow?"

The bald manager was shocked.

Although it was only his second time performing this secret ritual, he had carefully reviewed the funeral home's records.

The earthbound spirit and the good deeds of his ancestors cannot be said to be very meager, but at most they can only form a second-grade golden lotus of fortune.

The difference between a second-grade golden lotus and a third-grade golden lotus is no less than that between Master Kong and Kangshuaibo, or between Audi and Audi Double Diamond.

Therefore, it must be because the person who wrote the funeral couplet had such great fortune that he forcibly pulled the Golden Lotus, who should have been a second-rank official, down to a third-rank official.

"This kind of luck is hard to borrow."

The bald manager was somewhat worried.

Although the backlash from bad luck mainly targets those who borrow it, these accomplices are also inevitably affected. Let's just hope that this generous Mr. Liu is truly prepared.

"Mr. Liu, how long do you want your good fortune to last?"

"I asked the bald manager."

"About an hour."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

If there's no delay on the road, an hour should be enough for scratching lottery tickets and frying food at the shop.

"Okay. Woohoo!"

The bald manager blew a short syllable, and a black number 1 shot out from the horn and flew towards the Golden Lotus of Fortune.

Just as the black characters were about to disappear into the golden lotus, a hairy hand pushed open the lotus bud and stretched out.

This hairy hand has only four fingers; the other three fingers are unusually long, while the thumb is unusually short.

Its shriveled, shiny appearance makes it look less like a living hand and more like a meticulously crafted specimen.

"Wishing Monkey Paw!"

The bald manager recognized the origin of the hand.

This mysterious monkey paw appears every now and then, sometimes directly in the metropolis, and sometimes brought in from abroad.

Anyone who gets it can make three wishes, but they will never be granted in the form they desire.

After the three wishes are made, the monkey's paw will curl up completely, bringing unbearable disaster to the wisher and those around him, and then disappear.

Many people in the metropolis know about the existence of monkey claws and the consequences of using them, but most of them choose to make wishes due to greed or overconfidence, and then repeat one tragedy after another.

The bald manager never expected that it would appear on its own initiative in this way.

Is it just that it looks like one? Or has the mechanism of a monkey's paw changed?

He was about to remind Liu Zheng when he saw the other man take off his pants.

"Mr. Liu, what are you trying to do?"

The bald manager exclaimed in shock.

Did the other party wet their pants in fright from the sudden change?

Then you can tidy up later. Is it time to change your pants now?!

"Don't say it out loud, or whoever does will die."

Liu Zheng said without turning his head, his tone somber and ruthless.

Then, his four tentacles danced simultaneously on his chest and lower body.

He closed his eyes, and countless figures he had admired, practiced, and fantasized about appeared before him.

At the same time, all five senses contract, allowing the whole body to fully experience the stimulation from sensitive points.

Three wishes.

A muffled voice echoed in Liu Zheng's mind, like a whisper or a chant.

He seemed to see a disheveled, ragged ascetic smiling at him, but in an instant, it transformed into a monkey squeaking at him.

"Three wishes, hahaha!"

In a daze, the two figures overlapped again.

"May your mother! Ah!!!"

Liu Zheng let out a joyful yet resolute shout, and a bullet, accompanied by white and red liquid, shot out from the muzzle of his gun.

The brass bullet ignited from friction with the air and pierced the palm of the monkey's paw.

The monkey's claw, which was about to bend its fingers, suddenly straightened, and an eye without whites grew out of the wound.

Ignoring Liu Zheng in front of him, his eyes pierced through the folded space and looked at the folded Gobi Desert.

As the sun set, the gravedigger, who was herding cattle, turned around and met the gaze of the uninvited guests.

"You are guilty."

He raised his whip and announced the verdict towards the monkey's paw.

The flames in his eyes swirled like vortexes, and the eyes of the monkey's paws burned along with them, eventually solidifying into burnt lava.

"You've struck gold."

The tomb keeper extinguished the flame in his eyes and spoke to Liu Zheng.

If the monkey claw hadn't been so reckless as to slash at it, the bullet would have at most repelled it.

But after being burned by the Eye of Judgment, the monkey's claw body will be crippled, if not killed, and will be unable to cause trouble for Liu Zheng for a long time.

In their timescale, this "long time" starts at a hundred years.

If I had known he was going to make another move, the price wouldn't have been that high.

"Thank you, sir."

Liu Zheng quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Ah."

The gravedigger waved, severing the connection.

He turned his gaze away and looked at the monkey's paw in front of him.

He tentatively touched it with his tentacles, and an item description popped up.

Name: The Monkey's Paw That Makes No Wishes

Type: Miscellaneous Items

Quality: Perfect

Effect: None

"Note: The Wishing Monkey Paw BBQed by the Eye of Judgment has lost all its abilities, retaining only its original food content. If the original monkey paw can be seen, it might be able to be repaired."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"You're crazy. If I ever saw the real monkey paw, it would BBQ me right away."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes as he looked at the note.

The monkey's paw was put into the system space, the flower bud that had been stretched open closed again, and the black numbers were also injected into the interior of the Golden Lotus of Fortune.

"Good fortune is upon us, flowers bloom and wealth abounds!"

As the bald manager shouted, the Golden Lotus of Fortune slowly bloomed, and a pure gold lotus seed floated on the lotus platform.

Liu Zheng took the lotus seeds, and the lotus flowers disappeared one after another at a rapid pace, while the item description popped up again.

Name: Grade Three Fortune Golden Lotus Seed (Disposable)

Type: Item

Quality: Perfect

"Effect: After use, the player's luck value will be increased to near MAX for one hour."

"Note: You have to be my biological son in the next life."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

He couldn't help but smile when he saw the note.

"What need is there for a next life? In this life, I am already your own son, Father."

Liu Zheng bowed deeply to the portrait of the deceased.

The earthbound spirit revealed a relieved smile, and the eerie wind dissipated.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the funeral home staff, and then proceeded to shower them with cash.

Although it's a bit of a shame that the luck stat only increased to near MAX in the end, it's already pretty good that there were no side effects, and we even got a perfect quality ingredient for free.

Hmm, I'll go back and ask the people from the White Feather Chicken and Extreme Flavor Group if they want some. Maybe I can make back the money I spent on yogurt.

"I'll leave the rest to you all to finish up. I need to get back to delivering food."

After Liu Zheng finished speaking, he ran wildly toward the entrance of the cemetery.

Although he really wanted to meet the red pig, there simply wasn't enough time.

"Let's go to the center of Xihe."

He jumped into the sports car, and before he was even properly seated, he spoke, then presciently wrapped his tentacles around the seat from behind.

Sure enough, the sudden, intense push against his back pressed him against the chair.

After a whirlwind of speed, Liu Zheng arrived at the entrance of the West River Center.

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Liu."

Deputy Director Li stepped forward, his voice extremely weak.