The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 759 - 525: 18 Beauties, 18 Touches_2

Chapter 759: Chapter 525: 18 Beauties, 18 Touches_2

Doctor Nile said.

"Hmm."

Liu Zheng nodded without saying anything.

He couldn’t say something like "It’s their fate," but lacking the ability to change it, he could only stay silent.

"But, fortunately, they met me."

Doctor Nile shifted the topic.

"Oh? Doctor, do you have a solution?"

Liu Zheng exclaimed joyfully.

"You’ve forgotten, my scarab can turn dung into medicine, and this medicine dung has its own nourishing effects, perfect for treating these hidden injuries and chronic illnesses."

Doctor Nile said.

"Then where do we get so much dung?"

He asked.

"You’ve eaten so much of it, and now you can’t remember where to get it."

Doctor Nile chuckled.

"Oh, I get it, the sewer."

Liu Zheng said expressionlessly.

Well then, he was inevitably connected to the sewer, especially its dung.

"As long as you know, go quick and find some dung, a few can’t hold on any longer; if they can’t consume the medicine dung, it won’t be long now."

Doctor Nile said.

Actually, it is possible to treat them, but he’s not running the clinic as a charity, giving discounts to Liu Zheng for those girls is already his limit.

"Wait, Doctor, can’t you also go to the sewer? Why can’t you take care of the dung yourself?"

Liu Zheng attempted to resist.

"You dare say; my guards were half-dead because of you. If I go out again, who’s going to look after the clinic this big?"

Doctor Nile glared.

"Fine, fine, I’ll go, okay?"

Knowing his own fault, he reluctantly accepted the burden.

"Damn it, I need to get Niu Daji the qualification to freely enter and exit the sewer, and this kind of thing will be handed over to it in the future."

Liu Zheng mused.

Niu Daji felt a sudden chill as it was rushing to the target location.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now."

Liu Zheng said.

"Go, go."

Doctor Nile waved him away like a pesky fly.

"Alas, the world is sliding into depravity, and human hearts are growing cold."

He sighed, pretending pensiveness as he left the clinic.

"You talk too much."

The Sphinx wrapped its tail around his waist and hurled him into the car.

"Quite a novel way to board a car."

The driver quipped as he saw Liu Zheng upside down in the passenger seat.

"Cough, cough, you don’t get it, Colonel, boarding this way helps exercise the neck and promote blood circulation."

Liu Zheng said earnestly.

"Really? Then you should always board this way; if inconvenient, I can help you."

"Let’s skip that. Too much is bad; exercising occasionally is enough. Let’s go, off to ’Die Happy’ funeral home."

He said after turning over.

The funeral home was a bit far from the clinic, but with the sports car’s superb performance and the driver’s outstanding driving skills, they reached the destination in just over ten minutes.

The ’Die Happy’ funeral home’s storefront wasn’t big, and the decor leaned towards a blend of urban and rural.

But since the old man himself requested, the quality wasn’t a concern.

"Welcome."

Upon Liu Zheng’s arrival at the funeral home, a round-faced, bald man greeted him.

The bald man wore a slightly oversized suit, black-framed glasses, sported a little mustache, his face bearing a pretentious and mercenary smile, with small eyes full of appraisal and calculation.

"I want to arrange a funeral."

Liu Zheng said directly.

"Of course, everyone who comes here is arranging funerals; those wanting others to hold one should go to the black market."

The bald man joked.

"What packages do you have here?"

He asked.

"As soon as you walk in, you ask about a package; sir, you’re indeed quick. But funerals and weddings are major life events; they shouldn’t be rushed. How about we first look at the cemetery grounds?"

The bald man suggested.

"You have cemeteries here? Aren’t they all in the cemetery?"

Liu Zheng asked in confusion.

"Sir, you sound knowledgeable. Yes, indeed, cemeteries are all in a cemetery, but we have an agreement with them. As long as you’ve chosen your cemetery plot and house type here, we can immediately send a team to construct it, ensuring no delay in the burial."

The bald man’s voice was filled with rising and falling pitches as if he were giving a speech rather than a sales pitch.

"Alright, let’s take a look."

Since he’s acknowledged a godfather, not picking even a house type seems a bit too much.

"Very well, this way, please."

The bald man led Liu Zheng to the center of the hall.

"Xiao Lu, show our guest the latest house layouts."

The bald man commanded.

"Got it, Manager."

A slightly accented voice emanated from the ground.

Liu Zheng looked down, seeing a woman in a shirt and skirt embedded in the floor tiles.

Once she spoke, her body began to rise and morph, quickly transforming into the typical sand table found in sales centers.

"Sir, take a look; this is our meticulously crafted upscale community within the cemetery, all with excellent feng shui, an underground CBD, a life’s after-garden."

The bald man produced a pointer from somewhere, gesturing at the sand table as he passionately spoke.

Liu Zheng looked at the cemetery models within the sand table, each marked with a number.

"Are these all the purchased cemetery plots?"

He asked.

"Exactly. Every owner residing in our community has been carefully selected, ensuring they are high-quality individuals. Additionally, we’ve provided the community with professional butlers to meet owners’ needs and resolve conflicts between them, guaranteeing a more comfortable living experience than they had while alive."

The bald man nodded.

"Are the butlers living or dead?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"We employ a double-butler system; deceased butlers handle affairs within the cemetery, while living butlers manage external ones, ensuring specialized roles and tasks, ultimately encapsulating professionalism!"

The bald man exclaimed loudly.

"Sounds good. How much for this suite?"

He pointed to a large flat suite.

"Sir, you have a keen eye; this suite is a scarce sunshine luxury residence, featuring dual bathrooms, a spacious living area, dual balconies, and a duplex design..."

"Stop, stop, isn’t this supposed to be a large flat suite?"

Liu Zheng interrupted the bald man’s endless speech.

"This is the second floor, the first floor is underground."

The bald man explained.

"...Okay, what does scarce sunshine mean, is there sun in the cemetery?"

"We have equipped the community with professional grade sun lamps, specifically provided for owners in need."

The bald man said calmly.

"...Impressive. I’ve heard you’ve got quite a few exciting projects here, like ’Eighteen Partings’ and ’Sister Flowers’ and such."

"Sir, is the deceased in your family an elderly master?"

The bald man raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know?"

"People who request both projects, nine out of ten are usually elderly masters. Eighteen Partings come in several levels, which are you interested in?"

The bald man asked.

"What types do you have?"

"There’s Eighteen Copper Men, Eighteen Scholars, Eighteen Beauties, Eighteen Martial Arts, Eighteen Weapons, Eighteen Layers of Hell, Eighteen Touches, etc. If you sign up for a membership on-site, we have a hidden Eighteen Arhats project."

The bald man said.

"We also have a collaboration with the Metaverse."

He suddenly leaned over and whispered to Liu Zheng.

"Forget Eighteen Arhats, what’s this Eighteen Touches?"

Liu Zheng had just killed a bunch of bald ones; if the Eighteen Arhats came, it would surely be a funeral for him.

"Oh, it’s eighteen massage experts simultaneously massaging the deceased during their burial."

The bald man said.

"Eighteen of them, is there room?"

He squinted.

Perhaps only the Giant Clan could enjoy this project.

"Sir’s mistaken; I mean literally, eighteen massage experts represent eighteen hands."

The bald man calmly explained.

"..."

What the heck, eighteen massage expert hands, with so many hands moving around the deceased, folks supposing it’s a funeral project, others might think it’s desecrating the corpse.

"What’s with Sister Flowers then?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Sister Flowers come in two tiers here. Xiao Di, please bring ’Sister Flowers’ out for the guest."

The bald man ordered.

"Yes, Manager."

A woman in professional attire emerged from behind a black cloth in the corner of the hall.

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