Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The young man reminded him.

"clear."

"Vlad III Limited Edition, Light Spirit, Spirit-Specific Spirit Spirit"

The more the young man looked down, the more his brows furrowed.

"Manager Liu, are you trying to rob our distillery of everything?"

He said half jokingly.

"A winery, a winery, isn't that just a place to buy wine? After buying it, they brew more."

Liu Zheng said in a very serious tone.

"Some wines are not so easy to brew; they require the right time, place, and people, and may even deplete the foundation of the winery."

The young man shook his head.

"So buying these wines requires a significant price, right?"

He understood the other person's subtext.

"Yes."

The young man nodded.

"I have a good impression of Manager Liu, so I still advise you not to let greed cloud your judgment."

Do you think I can't afford the price?

Liu Zheng asked.

“That’s right. After so many years of working in reception, I’m pretty good at judging people. Manager Liu looks like someone whose life has been full of hardships; I’m afraid his dreams are numbered.”

The young man replied.

"Although what you said is true, it's still a bit hurtful, bro."

He squinted and said.

"Haha, it's only because Manager Liu is such a magnanimous person that I speak so frankly."

The young man laughed loudly.

"Then you're not very good at judging people. I'm quite petty."

"Then I should pay the price for my reckless words."

The young man smiled.

"Tch. You know I've had a rough life, maybe I have a lot of nightmares?"

Liu Zheng said indignantly.

"Is Manager Liu really going to pay for nightmares to purchase alcoholic beverages?"

The young man frowned slightly.

"very dangerous?"

"It's extremely dangerous. Although Manager Liu has this item protecting him, it's still incredibly difficult for him to escape unscathed."

The young man pointed to the legendary vest he was wearing and said.

"As long as I don't die."

Since he entered the instance, every time he went on a mission, he lost an arm or a leg. The phrase "escaping unscathed" has nothing to do with him.

On the other hand, he was still uneasy if Liu Zheng had left unscathed with his things.

"Alright, since Manager Liu insists, I won't try to persuade him any further."

The young man had no choice but to say.

"Does Manager Feng and I have any mutual acquaintances?"

Liu Zheng suddenly asked.

"I usually stay in the distillery and don't go out much. I don't have any relatives or friends outside, so I don't think I do. Why does Manager Liu ask this?"

The young man did not understand.

"It's nothing, I just feel that your attitude towards me is a bit unusually nice."

He shrugged.

"We have no grudges against each other, and Manager Liu is a polite person. Isn't it normal for me to be friendly to you?"

“Normally this is normal. But this is a metropolis, so this is not quite normal.”

Liu Zheng said.

"Ah, the Metropolis."

The young man sighed deeply.

"So, could Manager Feng please clear up my confusion?"

He also started to use literary flair.

"Alright. Manager Liu and I are from the same hometown."

The young man pondered for a moment before speaking.

"what?!"

Liu Zheng's expression turned serious, and his muscles tensed up unconsciously.

"Which sense of 'fellow townsman' is Manager Feng referring to?"

He asked cautiously.

"Nature is where you were born."

The young man replied.

"Shouldn't people lose their memories after moving to the metropolis? And with so many people in the metropolis, how did Manager Feng know that you and I came from the same place?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and man escapes one. Even the most rigorous rules always have loopholes. As for how I know this, it's because Manager Liu has the same bloodline as me."

said the young man.

"Oh? How old are you this year?"

“Those who live in seclusion are unaware of the Spring and Autumn Annals, but when I was young, Ji Fa, the Marquis of Xibo, was preparing to raise an army to attack King Di Xin of Shang.”

The young man thought for a moment and then said.

"Good heavens, this is truly an ancient ancestor!"

He said subconsciously.

Chapter 591 Our Mother, Our Lord, Our Origin, Our Destiny

"Although we share the same bloodline, you are not my descendant, so we can treat each other as equals."

Feng Jizi shook his head.

"Alright. Then can I call you Senior Feng?"

Liu Zheng said.

"That's perfectly fine, then I'll call you Young Friend Liu. However, Young Friend Liu's straightforwardness has surprised me a bit."

Feng Jizi said.

"You're surprised I didn't shamelessly try to get involved with you, right?"

"Indeed."

Feng Jizi said frankly.

"I don't know why, maybe if I weren't an orphan, I would have been able to call you 'ancestor' without hesitation."

He scratched his head and said.

He couldn't quite explain the complex emotions he felt.

"Hmm. You still insist on paying with nightmares?"

Feng Jizi got back to the main topic.

"There's no other way. Although those are side jobs, they are still my main business."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"In that case, come in. By the way, how is your homeland now?"

Feng Jizi asked.

"As expected, the mountains and rivers will endure forever, and the torch will be passed on."

He thought for a moment and said.

"Very good, very good."

Feng Jizi's tone was full of relief as his figure gradually disappeared.

Liu Zheng took a deep breath and took a step forward.

This step will cause the heavens and the earth to collapse.

Everything around him shattered and vanished like flowers in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, and countless bizarre and fantastical scenes rolled before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Those scenes seem clear, but upon closer reflection, they leave no trace.

Indescribable, undefinable, and unstoppable.

Only a myriad of emotions, like silt, blocked Liu Zheng's thoughts, and like ice, made him tremble with a bitter chill.

"Woo!"

He couldn't help but cry.

Dreams are the fundamental consciousness of intelligent beings. No matter how powerful and domineering a person is, in their dreams they are as fragile and vulnerable as a newborn baby.

Liu Zheng's soul was torn to pieces by the nightmares that haunted him throughout his life, yet he couldn't even utter a single word of pain.

Because at this moment, his thoughts were no longer under his own control, but were drifting in the ocean of his subconscious.

If that were all, it wouldn't be a big deal. Since it's a dream, there will eventually be a time to wake up.

Everything arises in a dream.

Everything dies in a dream.

At most, you'll break out in a cold sweat, stare at the ceiling for a while, and then, as soon as dawn breaks, reality continues.

However, Feng Jizi repeatedly dissuaded him, saying that paying with nightmares was not so simple.

After Liu Zheng completely sank into the ocean of his subconscious, those fragments of nightmares writhed with the waves and turned into abstract silhouettes.

They all look like Liu Zheng, yet each one only resembles Liu Zheng in part.

It's like a group of inexperienced art students copying a part of his body and then piecing together a complete individual based on their imagination.

Once all the silhouettes are formed, they line up according to certain rules and then open their "mouths".

As everyone inhaled, Liu Zheng rose from his subconscious.

"mom!"

The silhouette at the front gently embraced him in a breastfeeding posture.

Fetuses begin to dream around eight months of gestation, and at this time, both pleasant and nightmare dreams originate from the mother's body.

However, when this mother, who looked exactly like Liu Zheng, extended her female features to Liu Zheng's mouth, the sides caved in and turned into sharp teeth and a piercing mouth.

Breastfeeding is about the mother giving nutrients to the baby, but now this entity that seems to be the mother is taking all the nutrients given to Liu Zheng back.

Although he was never given it.

So when all that little thing was about to be taken away, even in his dream, he still felt immense anger.