Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Without a physical body to support it, the golden-red flames instantly engulfed Liu Zheng's consciousness, turning him into a human torch and burning the silhouette of the mother figure that was embracing him until it loosened its grip.

However, how can the rage of the ego illuminate the subconscious sea of ​​the true self?

Spurred by this, the silhouettes stopped queuing and rushed forward.

The more they eat, the more likely they are to become real living beings.

"Eat your mother!"

Liu Zheng let out a roar, and the fire surged, the humanoid consciousness directly expanding into a fireball.

It's one thing for others to want to eat his blood and drink his flesh, but to want to eat him even in one's own dreams? Keep dreaming!

Even if it meant suffering a severe mental blow, he would never let those scoundrels gain any advantage.

Just as Liu was about to expose himself, the once calm sea of ​​his subconscious mind was stirred up again.

A colossal object rose rapidly from the seabed, initially the size of a mountain, and soon becoming larger than the entire ocean of the subconscious.

A tentacle emerged from the sea and wrapped around Liu Zheng. The expanding fireball immediately transformed back into human form and then went out.

A drop of black milk was secreted from the tip of the tentacle and inserted directly into his mouth, all the way in.

A sense of peace and tranquility arose spontaneously, giving him true comfort, a genuine, unique, and supreme maternal love.

"Praise be to our Mother, our Lord, from whom we came, and to whom we return."

"Homage to the goddess of dark abundance, the supreme mother goddess, the black goat of the forest who gives birth to countless offspring."

Liu Zheng and all the silhouettes bowed in reverence to this enormous creature, a black cloud-like mass of flesh larger than the sea.

“Shub”

But just as this god's name was about to be fully pronounced, a bamboo wine ladle descended from the sky.

It first included all the silhouettes, and then it included Liu Zheng.

After a dizzying spin, when he woke up, he was already in a bamboo forest.

"How are you feeling, young friend?"

Feng Jizi, who was standing to the side, asked, holding the bamboo wine ladle that Liu Zheng had last seen.

"It's alright, just a bit of a headache."

Liu Zheng covered his head and said.

System notifications kept popping up in front of him, and to avoid missing important information, he had no choice but to scroll through them one by one, even though he was feeling unwell.

Fortunately, most of the "rationality reduction exemptions were successful" except for one: "The player suffers severe mental trauma, with a permanent decrease of 5 points in mental attributes and a temporary decrease of 10 points, lasting for 24 hours."

"Gan!"

A temporary drop is one thing, but a permanent drop is really painful.

Liu Zheng's spiritual attributes had already improved little, and this completely wiped him out of his previous state.

Once the bonus from the legendary vest disappears, his mental attributes will immediately be inferior to those of an ordinary person.

"These are symptoms of mental exhaustion. It's nothing to worry about. Take some sleeping pills and get a good night's sleep for a few days and you'll be fine."

Feng Jizi comforted him.

"It's harder for me to get a good night's sleep than to come to your winery to buy supplies."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

Except for a short nap at night, even if he doesn't arrange for anyone to place orders, the mandatory delivery orders will never stop.

"Every industry has its difficulties, and young people must be even more persevering. As the saying goes, 'As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement.'"

Feng Jizi couldn't help but admonish.

Indeed, Chinese people of all eras seem to have a penchant for being teachers.

"Senior, doesn't what you're saying seem a bit out of place?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

This quote comes from the "Image Commentary" in the Book of Changes, which is traditionally attributed to Confucius.

But even if it wasn't written by Confucius, it must have been written much later than the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

"I only said that I saw King Wu of Zhou attacking King Di Xin of Shang when I was young, but I didn't say that I moved to the metropolis at that time."

"Although I don't remember very clearly, I should have left my homeland around the time of the Eastern Han Dynasty."

Feng Jizi said.

"Alright, you're quite knowledgeable, sir. So, senior expert, was my nightmare payment successful?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Half of the payment was successful, and for the other half, you've really found me a good job."

Feng Jizi said with a wry smile.

He held the bamboo wine ladle out in front of Liu Zheng, and saw that it was filled with crystal clear liquid, while a drop of ink was slowly and resolutely staining the liquid.

"Once the bamboo wine scoop turns completely black, not only will the brewed wine be ruined, but the beautiful dream we collected will also turn into a nightmare."

He sighed deeply.

Not only did they not receive any ticket fees, but they also had to pay out of pocket for a lot of nightmares and fine wine. What a huge loss!

"Can't nightmares be used to brew wine?"

"Then we need to subdue the nightmare first. If I had known you had heard that person's gospel, I would have given it to you for free rather than let you undergo the nightmare trial."

Feng Jizi said with a pained expression.

"Ignorance is not a crime."

Liu Zheng, in turn, comforted him.

"What about my beverage purchase?"

"Hard to say."

Feng Jizi shook his head.

If he had only paid for one nightmare, Feng Jizi would have found a reason to give him a few more bottles.

But now Liu Zheng has not only failed to pay off the nightmare, but has even sealed up a lot of the distillery's inventory. It's good enough that he's not being asked to pay compensation.

"What should I do? I'm in a hurry to go back and report. Senior, you have to think of a solution for me, the junior."

He dumped the scoundrel.

"What can I do? The only thing I can do now is hand the goods over to the distillery and wait for the owner to decide what to do."

Feng Jizi said helplessly.

"How long will that take?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It will probably take two to three days."

"It's too long, I can't wait."

His two or three-day holiday is over, what a load of rubbish! And he still comes to buy that damn wine.

"Then I have no choice."

Feng Jizi shook his head.

"I do have a solution that might solve this problem."

He rolled his eyes and said.

"any solution?"

Feng Jizi asked.

“I know someone who is best at dealing with these kinds of monsters and demons. Why don’t we hand this over to him?”

Liu Zheng said.

"Then you should invite him here quickly."

"He can't come; you have to visit him in person if you want to see him."

He shook his head.

"So troublesome?"

Feng Jizi frowned.

"That's how reclusive masters are. You see, if I want to see a senior, you have to pay me a visit, don't you?"

Liu Zheng offered a flattering compliment with a grin.

"Young friend, do you mean I should go with you to pay a visit?"

"That would be best. However, I could also take the items to that expert, fix it, and then bring them back to you."

he suggested.

"this one"

Feng Jizi hesitated for a moment.

"If you're worried, senior, I can leave these here."

Liu Zheng took out several items of perfect quality.

"I never imagined that my young friend's family was so wealthy."

Feng Jizi's expression shifted.

"The more you work, the more you earn; you get rich through labor. Isn't that how it is where we're from?"

"Young friend, are you perhaps mocking something?"

Feng Jizi sensed that he was not being sincere.

"No, I'm not, you must have misheard me, senior."

Liu Zheng vehemently denied it.

"Alright, let me go and ask for instructions. You stay here and don't wander around."

After a few seconds of contemplation, Feng Jizi spoke.

"Don't worry, I can't move now even if I wanted to."

He tried to move, but found that he had basically lost control of everything below his neck.

"Ah."

Feng Jizi nodded slightly and drifted away.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his wide robe and long sleeves fluttering in the wind, exuding an indescribable air of elegance and freedom.

"Our ancestor is still so handsome! I just wonder if he'll bring me oranges when he comes back later?"

After thinking about random things for a while, Liu Zheng fell into a deep sleep.

This time he didn't have a single dream until Feng Jizi came back and woke him up.

"Congratulations, young friend, the sect leader has granted your request."

Feng Jizi laughed.

"That's great, thank you so much for your help, senior."

Liu Zheng expressed his gratitude.

It's easy to imagine that Feng Jizi must have said a lot of good things about him.

"We are all people who have left our hometowns, and we should help and support each other even more."

Feng Jizi did not deny it and handed the bamboo wine ladle to him.

Unsurprisingly, no item description popped up.

"Young friend, hurry back! If this thing stays outside the winery for too long, it may lose its spiritual power."