The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 669 - 480 Liu Zheng: You want me to help someone become a Buddha, really? _2

Chapter 669: Chapter 480 Liu Zheng: You want me to help someone become a Buddha, really? _2

The prematurely gray security guard explained.

"Then hire a professional, like a monk, a Taoist, a shaman, or a witch or something."

"A soul’s obsession is like a serious illness, achieving enlightenment is akin to self-healing, while those professionals’ rituals are like medication or surgery, which will inevitably harm the spiritual body or leave aftereffects."

"The property management once helped the owner find some professionals, but as soon as he heard about the risks, he refused them all."

The prematurely gray security guard said.

"Wow, still treating it as if nothing’s wrong. Your property’s so diligent, are you worried the haunted house will affect property prices?"

He joked.

"Haunted houses don’t matter much, everyone living in Mad City is quite a character. If that owner actually turns into an evil spirit, our property management and many owners would be thrilled."

The prematurely gray security guard said.

"Why?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"An Earth Spirit with normal human intelligence is highly nourishing for those who can absorb soul energy."

The prematurely gray security guard replied.

"Oh~"

He suddenly understood.

Turns out everyone is waiting for him to drop gold coins.

No wonder this is Metropolis, even consuming orphans is harsher than in the real world.

In the real world, eating orphans at most involves murder for money, but Metropolis doesn’t let you go even after death.

"Then why are you so proactive?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Because he’s bored by himself, so he holds concerts at home. The key is, his singing is terribly awful, and not only can the spirit’s singing penetrate walls, but it can even impose dreams. Not to mention his neighbors are deeply disturbed, even owners in several nearby buildings can’t escape his torment."

The prematurely gray security guard said.

"Didn’t they report to property management?"

"They did, we tried to manage it, but we can’t control it. His father was a City Hall employee, a model who died in the line of duty. As long as he doesn’t commit a major crime, not even the Security Department can do anything, let alone us."

The prematurely gray security guard shrugged.

"Major crimes..."

For some reason, the image of those Round God Sect followers’ corpses suddenly flashed in Liu Zheng’s mind.

Harboring a major criminal wanted by City Hall should count as a major crime, right?

"No, no."

He vigorously shook his head, dispelling the evil thoughts in his mind.

The man hadn’t offended him, nor committed any serious crime, just a bit disturbing; if he framed him using this method, how would he be any different from those bugs?

"Smack!"

Liu Zheng swung a tentacle and slapped himself in the face.

"Uh, Brother Liu, what’s wrong with you?"

The half-gray security guard was startled by him.

"Nothing, just itchy face. Go on, what’s his obsession?"

Liu Zheng waved a tentacle and said.

"Oh, the owner is a loner, with no wife or children, and has poor relations with relatives and friends, so no one even helped arrange his funeral."

"So, he wants someone to conduct his funeral, especially to act as a filial son and virtuous grandson."

The half-gray security guard said.

"That shouldn’t be hard to achieve, right? As long as he’s willing to pay, plenty of people would be willing to act as his filial descendants."

"The problem is, he has no money."

The half-gray security guard spread his hands.

"No money but isn’t there still the house? Whoever holds his funeral could inherit his house."

"His house was issued by City Hall, it’s only a small property right, untransferable, unsellable, not even rentable. And after his obsession is removed and he goes to the cemetery, the house will be reclaimed."

The half-gray security guard seemed to know everything about the 304 owner.

"Then with nothing to gain, why would anyone rush to be his descendants? They’re not that desperate, are they?"

He retorted.

"Exactly. If it were only about lacking compensation, just to avoid his noise harassment, people would’ve pinched their noses to push someone out to handle it, at worst crowdfunding a little compensation."

"The key is, he has an extremely outrageous demand."

The half-gray security guard continued.

"What’s the demand?"

"He wants anyone who mourns for him to kill all their direct relatives before they can be his descendants."

The half-gray security guard replied.

"He’s insane, there’s no benefit, and he wants them to kill off their entire family to mourn for him? Even those on the Heartless Path wouldn’t do something so stupid, right?"

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but curse.

"Who wouldn’t say so? Even crowdfunding at most would just gather some money, not collectively come out as a family, right? So, this matter was shelved."

The half-gray security guard said helplessly.

"If I were an owner in that building, I’d directly crowdfund an assassin to give him a physical exorcism."

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

"With City Hall protecting him, no one wants to take that risk."

The half-gray security guard shook his head.

City Hall’s power struggles, no matter how brutal, are internal affairs; outsiders daring to attack City Hall members would face being made an example of.

"I see, but if I can make him achieve enlightenment, will there be any extra reward from your property management or residential committee?"

Liu Zheng switched gears and asked.

"Huh? Brother Liu, you don’t seem like someone short on cash? Going for a honorary resident medal doesn’t seem worth it, right?"

The half-gray security guard wore a shocked expression, harboring a bit of suspicion in his heart.

Even in Metropolis, known for its simple folks, humanity couldn’t be completely extinct, especially for folks from the countryside who highly value bloodline and familial ties.

Considering the dangers outside the city, surviving without banding together wasn’t feasible.

Nothing provides a more direct and reliable bond than blood relations.

If Liu Zheng would endanger his family for such a reason, the gold bar he just received felt a little burning in his hands.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’m an orphan."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"Ah? Ah! Sorry, Brother Liu, I mentioned your sad past."

The half-gray security guard apologized awkwardly.

No wonder this guy works so hard and is so neurotic, turns out he’s an orphan, it all makes sense now.

"It’s fine, I think it’s great, no attachments, everything’s more convenient. See, now it’s convenient for this too."

He said considerately.

"That’s true. Brother Liu, when you go, just say the property management recommended you."

"As for other information, I’ve got a shift from midnight tonight to nine tomorrow night, you can call me when you’re free."

The half-gray security guard said.

"Alright. It’s getting late, I need to deliver some takeout."

Liu Zheng finished speaking and suddenly stabbed a knife into his own shoulder.

"Taking the money and not wanting to let me pass, where’s that deal in Metropolis? Next time you see me, learn your lesson, or else this knife will be in your head."

He twisted the handle and patted the half-gray security guard’s twisted face, then strolled off.

"Take care, Brother Liu."

The half-gray security guard glared at his back with anger, yet muttered quietly.

Once in the community, Liu Zheng took out his Human Bone Cane and rushed straight to building 15.

"Found it."

On reaching the third floor, he quickly located the target apartment.

"Anyone home?"

Liu Zheng knocked fiercely on the door, then called out knowingly.

"Who is it?"

Just after he spoke, a translucent elderly head emerged from the door.

"Bloody Restaurant? I didn’t order delivery, you usually don’t force deliveries on the dead, complaining about not getting enough ’money’, right?"

The elder head glanced at his uniform, then spoke rapidly.

"Ahem, sir, I’m not here to deliver food, I’m here to mourn for you. The property management recommended me."

Liu Zheng took a step back and said.

The elder head extended further out, almost close enough for a French kiss.

"What?!"

The elder head was first shocked, then overjoyed.

"Hahaha, after so many came, finally someone willing to be my grandson. Great, great!"

He said with ecstatic joy, his soul’s penetrating voice shook Liu Zheng’s brain to the point of almost being scrambled.

"It’s son."

He emphasized through his headache.

Becoming someone’s son was already the limit; being a grandson was too much of an insult.

"Same difference, same difference. Come, come, my dear grandson, come and chat with grandpa!"

A pale arm stretched out from the door, dragging Liu Zheng directly into the room.