The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 785 - 538 Niu Ma: This is not about money_2

Chapter 785: Chapter 538 Niu Ma: This is not about money_2

He deeply worried about the food safety of Metropolis residents.

Liu Zheng put the phlegm chocolate into the Legendary Takeout Box, then took out the fiery ice cubes from last time and ate them.

Even though it only adds 3 Spiritual Attributes and only lasts for an hour, it’s better than nothing.

"Crunch, crunch."

He bit down hard on the ice cubes, the cold making his gums tremble.

But to be fair, apart from the odd pairing, the texture and taste aren’t too bad, at least better than the phlegm chocolate should be.

The green light lit up, indicating the dish was error-free.

Liu Zheng closed the Legendary Takeout Box and called the driver.

"Colonel, I want to rent a tank."

He said.

"What are you going to blow up this time?"

The driver asked with interest.

"Still the Bright Center, but this time I shouldn’t need to blow anything up, just taking the ’Hound’ should be fine."

Liu Zheng said.

"I understand."

The driver responded plainly, his disappointment palpable even through the screen.

A surge of inexplicable guilt hit Liu Zheng’s heart, and he instinctively wanted to say they could blow it up, but rationality stopped his impulse.

Shaking his head, he walked into the takeout passageway.

The next second, Liu Zheng appeared at the passageway’s exit.

"Huh?"

Since when did the takeout passageway become so short, it’s almost like a door now.

Thinking about it, it might be a privilege of maintaining good relationships, shortening his exit time.

Conversely, if the passageway didn’t like him, it could extend his exit time.

"Well, everywhere’s a pitfall, isn’t it?"

Liu Zheng smacked his lips.

Luckily, he’s always polite and well-mannered, a beloved modern young man, adored by all humans and non-humans alike.

"Where to first?"

In the tank cabin, the driver asked mechanically.

"Let’s go to Green Garden Mad City."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and said.

With just forty minutes of delivery time, it’s enough to rush for a filial head-knocking.

"Oh."

The driver started the engine, and the black heavy-armored lightning began weaving through the steel jungle.

"Don’t be discouraged, there’ll be plenty of chances in the future."

He tried to comfort the other.

"Oh."

The driver’s tone remained unchanged.

"In a couple of days, we’ll head to the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, then you can bring all the ammo you want, blow up however you like."

Liu Zheng continued to console.

Legal properties, whether private or public, are protected by City Hall, even the Bloody Restaurant can’t wantonly destroy them, at least there needs to be a strong relation to takeout delivery.

But Ten Thousand Great Mountains is different, those peaks inside are basically unprotected by City Hall; flattening them is entirely possible, as long as one has the power.

"My stockpile—let alone one tank, even ten more wouldn’t fill it."

The driver said proudly.

"So can I rent ten tanks then?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"No, each employee can only rent one vehicle at a time, it’s a strict rule."

The driver shook his head and said.

"Well, then if it doesn’t blow up to satisfaction, it’s not my fault."

He said, drawing out his words.

"Using a goading tactic on a cold-hearted soldier, Liu Zheng, your behavior is laughable."

The driver said coldly.

"But I have to admit, you succeeded."

Briefly, he said, and then stepped on the gas pedal hard.

Arriving at Green Garden Mad City, the security guard on duty wasn’t the usual gray-haired one, but a coal-black, wiry old man.

Seeing the tank approach, he immediately walked out of the security booth.

"Stop, what are you here for?"

He asked, blocking Liu Zheng’s path as he approached the gate.

"Elder brother, I’m the godson from Building 15, Apt 304, here to handle the funeral arrangements."

Liu Zheng said.

"Building 15, Apt 304? Really?"

The old security guard was a bit skeptical.

Having worked at Country Garden Mad City for a long time, he naturally knew about the troublesome Earth Spirit.

"Of course it’s true, haven’t the ’Die Happy’ funeral home’s people arrived yet?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"They have come. But why didn’t you come with the funeral home staff?"

The old security guard was still a bit suspicious.

"I’m busy with work, you know. If you don’t believe me, you can call to confirm."

He said, slipping a note into the man’s pocket.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The old guard was startled.

"Phone bill. Because my matter requires you to make the call, it’s only right that you shouldn’t have to pay for it."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"A phone call doesn’t cost much, you’re going overboard."

The old guard said, a little embarrassed.

"What if it takes a while? I have two other friends in this community, and I’ll be needing your help often. Please do me a favor and accept it."

He said sincerely.

"Alright, since you’re so polite, I can’t embarrass you."

The old guard said, giving a little.

"But I still have to make the call."

He emphasized.

"No worries, go ahead and call."

Liu Zheng said generously.

"No problem, you can go in."

The old guard made a quick call, then opened the gate.

If it was any other owner, the property wouldn’t be so amenable, but the Earth Spirit is a tough issue, and now that it could be solved, the property management was naturally willing to cooperate.

"Thank you."

He entered the community, heading straight for Building 15.

As soon as he reached downstairs, Liu Zheng heard the sound of knocking and tapping.

Upon reaching Apt 304, the door was open, and the mourning hall was set in the living room.

In the center of the mourning hall was a coffin made of camphor wood, its surface coated with a layer of brown lacquer, adorned with patterns like phoenix tops, dragon bands, golden palaces, double lotus, turtles, snakes, deer, and cranes, appearing very lavish and affluent.

In front of the coffin were plaques, incense tables, candles, offerings, and the Three Sacrifices; on both sides were flowers and flower wreaths, with a portrait banner hung overhead at the back.

Upon seeing the portrait banner, his eye twitched involuntarily.

Because it was not a portrait at all, but the Earth Spirit hanging upside down from the ceiling, with its face poking out from behind the frame.

Underneath the portrait was a band playing funeral music and a wake keeper, currently a bald-headed manager in Liu Zheng’s absence.

"Mr. Liu, you’re finally here."

The bald-headed manager sighed with relief upon his arrival.

"Sorry for the trouble."

Liu Zheng said.

"No problem, it’s just work. How about getting the old man down? We’ve printed the portrait, just need to swap it in."

The bald-headed manager suggested.

"No need, just let him hang like that, as long as he’s happy. Which part of the ceremony are we on now?"

He asked.

"We’ve completed the earlier steps. Considering your situation, you just need to bow three times in front, then carry the portrait and lead the procession out of the community."

The bald-headed manager said.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng nodded.

He walked to the front of the portrait, knelt down, and gave three resounding kowtows.

"Godfather, rest assured, your funeral arrangements, your son has taken care of everything, ensuring you’ll be more comfortable in death than in life."

He said loudly.

"I..."

"The dead should remain silent during the funeral to avoid harming their karma and Feng Shui."

The bald-headed manager reminded.

Startled, the Earth Spirit closed its mouth immediately.

He was typical of being tough at home, yet thoroughly restrained by the bald-headed manager he deemed a professional.

"Let’s begin the procession."

Liu Zheng stood up and said.

Then he moved to lift the portrait.

He found it wouldn’t budge at all with a slight tug.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the Earth Spirit was clinging tightly to the portrait, with veins bulging on its face.

"What are you doing, Godfather?"

Liu Zheng asked in exasperation.

"What’s the matter? Later, when it’s time for my delivery, you won’t even have anyone to carry the portrait."

He urged.

"I..."

Again, the Earth Spirit pointed to the bald-headed manager.

"Mr. Liu, your godfather really mustn’t speak right now, correct?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"He truly can’t. If the dead speak, they’ll lose their karma."

The bald-headed manager confirmed.

"You have five minutes to guess, and if I can’t guess it and you still won’t let go, I’m just going to leave."

He said, inspecting the mourning hall and falling into deep thought.