The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 670 - 481: I treat you as a grandson, but you want to be my son

Chapter 670: Chapter 481: I treat you as a grandson, but you want to be my son

"Come, come, Sun Thief—oh no, young man, have some tea."

The old man, looking no different from when he was alive except for his translucent body, said eagerly.

"Uh, no need, I don’t like tea, thank you."

Looking at the murky tea in the cup, Liu Zheng kindly declined.

"Don’t be shy. It’s your first time here and you won’t even take a sip of tea? That’s just rude."

The old man urged.

"Alright, this tea looks moldy to me, I really can’t drink it."

Having failed to politely refuse, he had no choice but to speak frankly.

"So disrespectful, and you still want to be my filial son or grandson?"

The old man’s face turned gloomy, his translucent body quickly solidifying, and his once lively appearance began to rot and stink.

"It’s not about disrespect; I’m just being honest. Plus, I never said I’d be your filial son or grandson; I simply agreed to mourn for you."

Liu Zheng shook his head and said.

"You won’t even drink my tea, how can I expect you to handle my funeral?"

The old man snorted.

"That depends on how you want to handle it. The dead hold great respect, but things still need to be handled by the living."

"If you want everything done your way, that’s impossible. Not even my real parents would force me to do things."

"However, I can ensure your funeral is grand and enviable to everyone in the community, and when I mourn for you, I won’t be cursing you in my heart while I’m bowing."

He spoke calmly.

"Not according to my wishes? Wait until I keep you here with me for a while, then you’ll obediently become my grandson."

Countless spiritual lights emerged from the corners of the room, merging into the old man’s body, and his figure suddenly swelled into a giant rotting corpse.

Having been an Earth Spirit for so long, he had already fused with the house.

"But you probably won’t be able to keep me."

Liu Zheng took out the delivery order.

"I might not be able to beat you, but you can’t keep me either. When I come back, it’ll be you kneeling in front of me begging to be my grandson."

He said coldly.

Then he would explode the old man’s body until only a finger was left, directly using it to write a recommendation letter.

"Young people shouldn’t be so arrogant!"

The old man’s voice became even more terrifying in his rage, and the sickening stench and noise tortured Liu Zheng’s senses simultaneously.

"How can you be young without some arrogance?!"

Liu Zheng shouted back, raising his voice.

"What are you yelling so loud for?"

The old man defiantly shouted back.

"Go find the property management if you’re all that!"

"Wasn’t it the property management who told you to come find me?!"

"Then talk properly! I haven’t even hired an embalmer for you, looking like this is for what?"

"You! I’m furious!"

The old man’s figure swelled to the limit in anger and then exploded.

Gale winds mixed with rotten flesh, bones, and visceral organs slammed Liu Zheng against the wall.

"Bah!"

He spat out a broken bone from his mouth and stood up.

Then he looked around, and the room was clean and tidy, nothing chaotic or out of place as if it was all just a hallucination.

And the old man had returned to his original appearance, staring at him with a sour expression.

"Looking like this still has some human resemblance. I must say, quite a handsome old man; in the cemetery, you’ll probably hook up with a few bun-head old ladies for some square dancing."

Liu Zheng commented.

"Really? Are there really bun-headed old ladies in the cemetery?"

The old man’s face changed and suddenly became bashful.

"Such a large cemetery, how could there not be a few bun-headed old ladies? Even if there aren’t, I’ll bury a few in for you, whatever kind you want, just say the word."

He said generously.

Ordinary people in the Metropolis definitely want to be buried in the cemetery when they die. As long as he’s willing to pay, as many old ladies as he wants, whether they’re living or dead, it’s not a problem.

Not to mention the living ones willing to send themselves into coffins ahead of time aren’t few.

In reality, there are even such examples, willing to poison themselves for a prime feng shui spot.

Of course, sending people in to accompany the old man is doable, but whether it will work out is beyond Liu Zheng’s control; he’s not a pimp.

"Boasting, right? You, a delivery guy, can pull that off?"

The old man expressed disbelief.

"Haha."

Liu Zheng sneered and then took out something yellow and gleaming, casually tossing it on the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three gold bars hit the floor, leaving three small dents in the wooden floor.

"Keep smashing?"

His hand reached into the Legendary Takeout Box, eager to try.

"No need, no need, it’s not your floor, you won’t feel sorry, huh."

The old man said with a pained expression.

"You agreed to recognize me as your son, so doesn’t that make it my floor? Also, Lao Deng, what are you pretending? This floor clearly can’t be damaged."

Liu Zheng looked at the floor, and those little dents were healing at a visible speed.

"Nonsense, are you smashing the floor? You’re smashing me."

The old man grumbled.

"Back to the point, why are you so eager to be my grandson? You seem to get along with my temper; I don’t mind telling you openly. I don’t have savings, treasures, not even this house is mine. What are you after?"

"Nothing much, I just want you to recommend me as an honorary homeowner."

He replied.

"Honorary homeowner?"

The old man thought for a moment before recalling what that was.

"What use is that thing?"

He asked, perplexed.

"What’s useless to you doesn’t mean it’s useless to me. Just like how others can’t understand why you want someone to mourn for you, but for you, it’s well-understood."

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