Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

He pointed to his skin, which had turned grayish-white.

"Tell me! Where is she?!"

Red Pig released Liu Zheng as if it had been electrocuted, and then asked loudly.

“I can tell you, but you can’t move if I tell you not to. Otherwise, I’ll leave immediately, and you’ll never see her again.”

Liu Zheng produced the express delivery slip and gave a prior warning.

"Okay, I promise you, tell me quickly."

The red pig said impatiently.

He thought for a moment, then instead of taking out the porcelain pillow, he took out the Three Lives Yellow Soup.

"This is."

Red Pig's gaze sharpened.

It sensed extremely refined soul power from this bowl of wine.

"This is a top-quality wine I bought from Dukang Winery, called Sansheng Huangtang. The drinker will be drunk for forty-nine days and will recall his experiences in this life, his previous life, and his life before that in his dreams. After waking up, his soul will recover from the injuries he suffered."

Liu Zheng explained the effects of the Three-Life Yellow Decoction.

“I don’t need to. I’m not injured, and I don’t need to recall any past lives or previous lives.”

The red pig resolutely refused.

"This isn't for you to drink, why are you refusing?"

He rolled his eyes.

"what do you mean?"

"This is for Chihaya's host to drink. Only when the host is drunk can you see Chihaya. Otherwise, once the host wakes up, Chihaya will disappear completely."

Liu Zheng said.

"What do you mean, host? Chihaya has possessed and been reborn?"

Red Pig frowned.

"Let me explain it to you slowly."

He relayed what the tomb keeper had told him.

As the red pig listened attentively, it gradually calmed down.

"This is the porcelain pillow that houses the soul of Chihaya's host."

Seeing that its condition had stabilized, Liu Zheng finally took the porcelain pillow out of the broken mandarin duck pouch.

"Chihaya."

The red pig took the porcelain pillow, hugged it to its chest, rested its head against it, and stroked it incessantly with its large hands.

"Wake up, the woman in your pillow is someone else's wife. Your wife is in someone else's dream."

he reminded.

"Do the oxen and horses know how much you deserve a beating?"

Red Pig glanced at him sideways and said.

"It knows all too well."

Liu Zheng grinned and said.

"Thank you, but I have nothing to give you."

After a moment of silence, the red pig spoke.

"Can you still play the keyboard?"

"I've almost forgotten it all."

Red Pig replied.

“Then let’s remember it again. I’ll have Niu Daji learn to play the drums, and we can reunite the ‘Animal Farm’ band.”

He can't play guitar, but Niu Ma can play bass, so he knows a little guitar and can be the lead singer.

A mix of pig-headed people, minotaur people, cows, horses, and black goats—the new band seems to fit the name "Animal Farm" even better.

"Hmm, it would be even better if the white-feathered chicken were added. Its chicken feet are quite good for drumming, so Niu Daji could go learn guitar."

Liu Zheng thought to himself.

"Black Claw and Yellow Monkey have lost their souls. Even if they re-form a band, it won't be the same 'Animal Farm' they used to be."

The red pig shook its head.

"Everything is constantly changing. The only constant is change itself. Even a slight resemblance is better than none at all."

He shrugged.

"Okay, you're the boss now, you call the shots."

Red Pig stopped arguing with him.

"Great. By the way, see if this will be useful to you?"

Liu Zheng took out the resentful fish.

You have a lot of good things about you.

Red Pig was slightly shocked.

The soul power contained within this fish is even more refined and profound than that of the Three Lives Yellow Soup.

"So-so, third in the Metropolitan area. You still haven't answered my question."

“It’s useful. As long as I absorb this, I can evolve to the next stage of the spirit body.”

Red Pig nodded.

"Can we leave the cemetery?"

he asked.

If Red Pig could leave the cemetery, he would essentially have a powerful bodyguard.

"No. I've been in the cemetery for too long, and it was only with the help of the cemetery that my spirit was stabilized. It's almost impossible for me to leave."

Red Pig shook its head.

"But wait a moment."

It looked at the resentful fish for a moment, then darted back into the tomb.

Chapter 596 Young friend, this old man is about to start pretending.

Half a minute later, the red pig crawled out of the tomb.

The porcelain pillow in his hand was gone, replaced by a brown flight jacket.

The jacket had many tears and repair marks.

However, those repairs were done on top of the original, so they could only make the jacket look less shabby, but could not hide the damage.

"This is the jacket Chihaya bought for me. I wore it from the day I bought it until the day we were shot down."

Red Pig touched his jacket, filled with nostalgia and reluctance.

"take it."

With its eyes closed, it resolutely handed the jacket to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng took the flight jacket, but no item description popped up.

"What's the use?"

he asked.

“I cut off a portion of the spirit and stored it inside the jacket. As long as the jacket isn’t destroyed, it won’t dissipate within a year. If placed in a place with abundant Netherworld energy, the storage time will be extended even further.”

"The split soul is only a quarter of my strength and not very intelligent, but it will obey your orders completely and is enough to deal with ordinary petty thieves."

"If you feed this fish to it, its strength will surge to a level that surpasses mine. But after that surge, its split soul will collapse."

Red Pig explained.

"If you give away a quarter of it, can you support yourself?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"As long as there's no fighting, it's fine. Anyway, I won't fight anyone except when the two of you come."

Red Pig glanced at him and said.

Now that Chihaya has returned, it has no reason to take action.

"By the way, what if the host sobers up after forty-nine days?"

As a pilot, calmness and rationality are instinctive.

After the initial euphoria, the red pig began to worry.

"I don't know. I'll ask the gravedigger again next time. What are you worried about? I'll bring Chihaya back for you in less than ten days. Are you afraid I can't solve this problem in forty-nine days?"

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

"Well, please."

The red pig bowed deeply.

"Don't bow your head, or the pig's head will fall off. You're my boss's brother, bowing to me would shorten my lifespan, wouldn't it? Let's go."

He waved his hand and turned to leave.

"You've really found a good lackey, you idiot."

The red pig watched his retreating figure and whispered something before eagerly darting back into the tomb.

After leaving the cemetery, Liu Zheng went to Rose Street.

"Quick! Give me my wine!"

As soon as we entered the street, the plane trees started making noise.

Its eagerness made Liu Zheng fear that it might grow wings and fly over at any moment, without needing to evolve.

"What's the rush? It's not like I'm not going to give it to you."

He went up to the plane trees and took out bottles of wine one by one.

The plane tree couldn't wait to grab a bottle of wine and pour it into its mouth.

"Didn't you absorb it through your roots?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Hmph, who told you I can only absorb through my roots? The trunk can too, it's just that the absorption is slower. Such fine wine is perfect for a gentleman like me to savor slowly; a lowly human like you would never understand."

While boasting about itself, the French plane tree didn't forget to belittle him.

"Yes, yes, please enjoy your time, esteemed gentleman."

Liu Zheng placed the last bottle of wine on the ground, gave a perfunctory reply, and prepared to turn and leave.

"Did I tell you to leave? You rude human."

The plane tree called out to him.

"Is there anything else you require, esteemed gentleman?"

He bowed and asked.

"Hmph, I'm not like you humans who like to get things for free."

The plane tree snorted and tossed a leather bag in front of him.

"This is."

Liu Zheng felt the face looked familiar, and then quickly remembered.