Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Zhizi gave a casual reply, but it's unclear whether she actually listened.

"It seems you weren't lying, human."

Yaksha stopped smiling and said.

What Wolfe just said seems to confirm what Liu Zheng said.

"I'd like to, but lying in the Metropolis is too unprofitable."

Liu Zheng said frankly.

In reality, lie detectors are still just toys; the strong in Metropolis almost all have built-in lie detectors.

If you want to lie to their faces, you have to be just as strong as them.

"Then let's hope that your promise comes true."

Having said that, the Yaksha left on his own.

"Are you really not going to kill her?"

Zhizi was eager to try.

"Are you sure?"

Liu Zheng countered with a question.

"No."

Tomoko shook her head.

"Then forget it."

Such powerful magic users should either be killed in one strike or avoided altogether, otherwise, letting them escape could lead to endless trouble.

"Oh. Here you go."

Tomoko handed him the bag of dill seeds she had just received.

"Don't you want it?"

Liu Zheng took the bag, and the item description popped up again.

Name: One bag of dill seeds

Type: Miscellaneous Items

Quality: Excellent

Effect: None

"Note: The fruits produced by the dill planted by the Great Witch Wolva herself are imbued with her magic, making them exceptionally rich and unique in flavor."

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

"Hmm, white-feathered chicken and Guokou soup should like this."

He pondered.

"I like the Queen, the Queen likes you, so I like you too. You should give the best to the person you like."

"That's what Zhizi said."

Are you sure the Queen likes me and doesn't hate me?

He pursed his lips.

"She's just not good at expressing herself."

Tomoko defended the Queen.

"You even came up with an explanation for her."

Seeing her serious expression, Liu Zheng couldn't help but raise his tentacle, wanting to pat her head.

"stop!"

Zhi Zi gently stopped him, her sharp edge pressing against his throat as if it were a physical object.

"What do you want to do?"

She squinted, her eyes becoming narrow and elongated, filled with a dangerous look.

I want to pat your head, like a friend would.

Liu Zheng honestly replied.

"You should be grateful that the Queen ordered me to protect you, otherwise you would be a human stick by now."

"That's what Zhizi said coldly."

"Isn't your way of liking someone a little too intense?"

He squinted and said.

"It's Tomoko who likes you, what does that have to do with me?"

Tomoko sneered.

"then who are you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

He knew that Tomoko was mentally ill, but he didn't expect it to be schizophrenia, which was indeed quite dangerous.

"You don't deserve to know who I am. Get out of here now, I don't have time to waste on you."

Tomoko urged.

The sharp edge traveled down the center line and stopped at a key point.

If Liu Zheng continues to dawdle, she will not hesitate to turn him into a sister.

"Tch, fine, I'll go then!"

He tossed the seaweed aside, strode out of Yitai Hutong with his head held high.

After Liu Zheng boarded the carriage, Zhi Zi jumped onto the roof without hesitation and disappeared among the eaves and tiles.

"Schizophrenia, huh? That's really rare."

The driver said with great interest.

"Schizophrenia must be quite common in a metropolis, right?"

He replied casually.

In such a high-pressure environment, even someone who had only been there for a few days developed a mental illness; one can only imagine what happened to the indigenous people.

"No, in the metropolis, simple schizophrenia like hers is rare. Cases of soul splitting, possession and rebirth, and dual souls in one body are more common."

The driver shook his head.

"Is it easier to treat or more difficult to treat?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I don't know. When a soldier reports that he has mental health issues, the medic will give him a 'Bai Feiting' pill, and generally the soldier will be free of those issues. If he still has them, then give him another one."

The driver shrugged.

"Let me guess, could the raw material for this airship be 'spice'?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said.

"It only accounts for a very small portion, after all, 'spice' is still very rare. Only officers of the rank of colonel or above are supplied in limited quantities to the 'Imperial Airships' which are mainly made of 'spice'."

The driver replied.

"You guys still don't know the difference between superiors and inferiors when it comes to harming your own people."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"This is a necessary price to pay; survival in the present is more important than life in the future. Of course, we didn't know there would be such a big side effect at first, and by the time we found out, it was too late."

"Besides, do you think those gray beasts don't need it? Their dosage is even higher than ours."

The driver sneered.

"I don't really understand you politicians, and I don't want to. Let's skip this topic."

He waved his tentacle.

War is the highest form of conflict of interests.

Regardless of the nature of the war, there will always be some dirty tricks involved, regardless of human will or the personality of the leader.

Liu Zheng didn't want to face those difficult choices, nor did he want to be the one being chosen.

Of course, this is not something he can achieve simply by wanting to.

He could only survive first, and then try to become as strong as possible, becoming a piece of stinky, hard excrement that no one wanted to touch.

How was the party?

Liu Zheng called Nightingale.

"It was alright, those kids had a lot of fun. It's just that the old man kept staring at me, like he might release a fish to bite me at any moment."

Nightingale complained.

"Uh, thanks for your hard work. Is Brother Sha here?"

"Yes. We're teaching them how to roast potatoes."

The nightingale replied.

"Then it's alright. With Brother Sha protecting you, you don't need to be afraid. Once we get out, just tell me what you want to eat or drink. I have money now."

He comforted.

"I want to go home."

"The nightingale said."

"Why don't you have a good talk with your dad? He probably still dotes on you."

Liu Zheng suggested.

"It's enough that he only dotes on me."

The nightingale's tone carried a hint of murderous intent.

"Okay. When I get back from the Ten Thousand Mountains, I'll set up a trap and get rid of those relatives who want to kill you."

He said it bluntly.

People may side with their relatives regardless of right or wrong, and the nightingale's relatives may have their own reasons, but who can blame them when the nightingale is his friend?

Of course, this only applies to those relatives who want to kill her; he can't care about anyone else.

The feuds within wealthy families are something Liu Zheng, as an outsider, neither wants to nor can get involved in.

“Okay, then you’ll take my hand, walk along the path paved with their blood to my father, and then propose to me.”

"The nightingale said with a chuckle."

"I don't know for a moment whether you watch too many idol dramas or too many horror movies."

He rolled his eyes and then hung up the phone.

All she does is flirt with him all day long. If she's so capable, why doesn't she flirt with the fisherman instead?

Back outside the restaurant, Liu Zheng jumped off the carriage.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you a bath this time. Next time, next time I'll definitely make sure you get a good bath."

He stroked the pony's back as he spoke.

"唏伦~"

Xiao Ma nudged him gently with his head, then drove away with the driver.

After passing through the delivery lane and returning to the rest area, the cattle and horses were still lying on the haystacks as usual.

After glancing over and finding no obvious injuries, Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss, where did you send it? I can't get through to you on the phone."