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Chapter 157 Giving Niu Ma Some Bread to Clean Off Their Dirt (Extra for Alliance Leader Xingkong and Denghuo)

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Giving Niu Ma Some Bread to Clean Off Their Dirt (Extra for Alliance Leader Xingkong and Denghuo)

"Uh."

Niu Ma choked for a moment but shook his head almost immediately.

"That might not necessarily be a bad thing. Better to sell butts than to lose lives," he said.

"Besides, with so many employees in customer service, it’s not certain that it will get to him."

He didn’t know whether he was comforting Centaur or himself.

"Then let’s wish him good luck," he said.

Liu Zheng offered his blessings to Centaur.

After a while, Big White Goose’s call came through.

"The British Minister agreed, I’m coming over to pick up the goods," it said.

"Okay."

He hung up the phone, and a few minutes later, someone knocked on the door of the break room.

Liu Zheng opened the door, and there stood Big White Goose indeed.

"Boss?"

He looked at Niu Ma.

If he remembered correctly, when off duty, other department personnel could not enter without Niu Ma’s permission.

"No need, I’m not coming in. Just hand me the stuff," Big White Goose said.

"Oh, okay."

Liu Zheng took the crutch bandage out of the delivery box and handed it over.

Big White Goose looked at the crutch bandage for a while and even sniffed it a few times.

"This thing is quite old," it remarked.

"Indeed, it should be considered a historical relic," he replied casually.

"Well, it’s still usable, so let’s go with that."

Big White Goose nodded, pulling out a small trolley from behind.

Liu Zheng’s expression turned subtle.

He was very familiar with the design of this small trolley; it generally appeared in rather dimly lit rooms.

"By the way, we’ve had more customers these days, fancy helping out?" Big White Goose asked.

"I’d love to heed the teachings of the big brother, but my boss is not well and can’t do without me," he sighed.

"What the hell..."

Niu Ma glared, ready to curse, then saw the wads of cash shaking behind Liu Zheng.

"When the hell have I been well, cough cough cough."

He coughed violently, appearing as if he wouldn’t last much longer.

"That bad, eh? Should I go to the kitchen and find some herbs for you?"

Big White Goose offered helpfully.

"No need, next time I go out for deliveries, I’ll just bring back some foreskin scum from Dr. Luo He for him," Liu Zheng said.

"You guys really do have a deep bond," Big White Goose remarked, then left with the crutch bandage.

"Who the hell are you feeding foreskin scum to?"

Niu Ma darted over, aiming a hoof at Liu Zheng’s butt.

"I eat, I eat it, alright?"

Liu Zheng scrambled up from the ground and pleaded.

"Hmph, dare to mess with me again, and I’ll beat you into paralysis first," it threatened, snatching the cash from Liu Zheng’s tentacles and slumping back onto the straw pile.

He laughed, not taking Niu Ma’s threat to heart.

Merely paralysis, even if he became completely incapacitated, it would all grow back eventually.

Liu Zheng opened the small trolley; inside were two grooves, each containing a soft and floppy thing.

He reached out and touched it, hmm, still that peculiar feel.

Soon, the system popped up with an item description.

After confirming it was correct, Liu Zheng called Fisherman.

"I got the cosplay outfit," he said.

"Good, remember, don’t cosplay too powerfully, lest you attract the attention of the sewer," Fisherman advised.

"Is last time’s level okay?" Liu Zheng asked.

"Better tone it down a bit more, the sewers have become rather sensitive recently," Fisherman shook his head.

"Okay, got it. Then you order some takeout, I’m still coming up from that sewer well last time," he said.

"Alright."

He hung up the phone, deep in thought.

If last time’s level wasn’t good enough, he had planned to have some fun making a version of Niu Ma.

So, should he tone down the details based on last time’s model, or just switch to a different person altogether?

Liu Zheng sifted through the people he knew.

Si Xue, Mr. Li, and Red Ghost were definitely top tier and surely not suitable.

Even if he intentionally cosplayed them poorly, he couldn’t grasp the scale since he had never really seen them in action.

Ghost Hand, Oynk, Fire Mage, and Fisherman should be considered second tier, but probably still not suitable.

Especially the Fire Mage, last time it was him who farted in the sewer, causing constipation in the latter.

If Liu Zheng dared to cosplay as the Fire Mage, he would probably get beaten up by the sewer the moment he stepped in.

Of course, he hadn’t seen what the Fire Mage looked like anyway.

Niu Ma, White Feather Chicken, British Minister, Red Pig were considered third-tier, barely meeting the requirements.

But to cosplay as them, he also had to calculate the cosplay resemblance carefully.

Otherwise, if it’s too similar it might attract the attention of the sewer; if it’s not similar enough, he wouldn’t be strong enough to protect himself.

Liu Zheng thought it over and had an idea.

After waiting a while, Ghost Hand crawled in.

It stared at the cosplay outfit crate, clearly stunned for a moment.

Ghost Hand looked at the crate and then at Liu Zheng and gave him a thumbs up.

Liu Zheng returned a thumbs up, slightly proud inside.

It wasn’t just these big shots who could get good stuff; with some extra effort, he could too.

After Ghost Hand left, he picked up the order sheet.

"Dish: One serving of blanched mealworms"

"Address: Sewer fish pond"

"Orderer: Fisherman"

"Time limit: Four hours"

"Tsk."

Liu Zheng pursed his lips.

With this old Deng, the quality instantly dropped when he ordered for a sea woman.

Only four hours, crudely speaking, what’s it good for?

Well, it could still be useful for something.

"Huh?"

He noticed the name of the dish.

Mealworms should also be bugs, right? Sleep has finally brought the pillow.

When he got back to the restaurant, he would find a way to lure out the tailor spider and cure its social anxiety with gourmet food.

Liu Zheng thought proudly.

"Let’s go, big shot."

He greeted, then walked out of the break room.

He didn’t check the dish, just put it straight into the delivery box.

The moment he opened the delivery box, Liu Zheng’s face darkened.

Because that ’Man bites Dog’ was still inside.

He closed the delivery box, passing the check.

Liu Zheng silently picked it up and walked into the delivery channel.

This time there wasn’t much rush, so he didn’t call for a ride and just jogged to Rose Street.

The French Plane Tree saw him from a distance and rolled its eyes.

"Help me bury this child too, and consider this dog as the payment, how about that?"

Liu Zheng carefully separated the boy and the dog, holding the boy’s body, tossing the dog onto Black Soil.

"Alright."

The French Plane Tree thought about it and agreed.

Burying a body is just about having it done or not; one more won’t attract more scavengers.

The exquisite quality of the Bloody Restaurant’s delivery, considered a rare delicacy.

"Where’s the coffin?"

The French Plane Tree asked.

"Just use this meal box."

Liu Zheng put the little boy back into the meal box.

Since the French Plane Tree had said that Black Soil was preservative, using the meal box should be fine too.

Black Soil parted, revealing the serene face of Natasha.

The roots curled around the little boy, placing him next to Natasha.

One coffin is a packing box, another coffin is a meal box, rather fitting indeed.

"What’s his name?"

The French Plane Tree asked.

"Just call him Wang Sheng."

Liu Zheng looked at the little boy’s standard East Asian features as he said.

"That’s ugly."

The French Plane Tree wrote down the name Wang Sheng on its bark, and beside it, wrote another line.

Bonaparte.

"You’ve given him another name."

He sighed.

If later they thought about moving the grave, they wouldn’t allow it.

"I’m their guardian now, I’ll name them if I want, what can you do about it."

"Hurry up and do your own thing, annoying human."

The French Plane Tree said impatiently.

"Alright, alright, you’re the boss since you’re stronger."

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

As he walked toward the sewer well, he speculated in his mind.

Considering how these bizarre residents value names, the French Plane Tree giving the two children names might have another motive.

Phoenix, the bird of resurrection from the ashes.

Can the French Plane Tree, after evolving into a Phoenix, revive them?

But what use is resurrecting two frail human children?

With doubts, Liu Zheng put on the prepared cosplay outfit and jumped into the sewer well.