The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 671 - 481: I treat you as a grandson, but you want to be my son_2

Chapter 671: Chapter 481: I treat you as a grandson, but you want to be my son_2

Liu Zheng said.

"Hmm, that’s true. It’s not difficult. As long as you cry for the funeral properly for me, I’ll definitely write a recommendation letter for you, even a hundred if needed."

The old man assured.

"One is enough. Getting a hundred won’t earn me a hundred honorary homeowner medals."

He said while glancing at his phone.

"Then let’s consider we’ve reached a preliminary agreement. I don’t have enough delivery time, if you want to discuss further, just order takeout yourself to find me."

Liu Zheng said.

"Why should I, that’s too unfair for me."

The old man was unwilling.

"It’s as if this is only my affair. I’ll pay, and you’ll bear the cost, decide whether you want to order or not."

He rolled his eyes.

"Damn it, if I had a son like you, I’d be infuriated to death long ago."

The old man exploded in anger.

"If you had a son like me, you wouldn’t have died without a widow, and wouldn’t have bought such poor tea leaves for you."

Liu Zheng walked to the coffee table, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Yuck!"

The rancid taste combined with the bitterness of the tea almost made him vomit.

But he forced himself to swallow it down with sheer willpower.

"My friend has some good tea leaves, I’ll bring some for you next time. Also get some aged fruits and snacks so you won’t be at a loss when inviting someone over."

"By the way, is your air conditioning broken?"

Liu Zheng looked at the unplugged air conditioner and asked.

"No, can’t afford the electricity bill."

The old man said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Take these, pay what you need to, fix what needs fixing. Don’t let things become unusable, embarrassing yourself in front of others when you need to deal with things."

He took out a wad of cash and placed it on the coffee table.

"They wouldn’t dare! I’ve lived all these years, no one dares to mock me."

The old man said, puffing up again.

"It’s not that they don’t dare to mock you, but City Hall. Now that you’re dead, City Hall can’t help you anymore. If you’re not dignified on your own, do you expect to be respected even in death?"

Liu Zheng admonished.

"Hmph, anyone who dares disrespect me, I’ll haunt them in their dreams daily, and if I can’t sing them to death, I’ll annoy them to insanity."

The old man said defiantly.

"So you do realize your singing is awful?"

He responded, speechless.

"Alright, I’m not joking with you anymore, I’m off to deliver takeout."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacles and said.

"Wait, where are you delivering to?"

The old man stopped him.

"Building 17, Apartment 501."

To be safe, Liu Zheng didn’t mention the customer’s name.

"That place, huh. Good thing you met your grandfather here, or you’d be in for a big loss."

The old man said with feigned importance.

"How so?"

"I once entered that homeowner’s dream, filled with gory and horrifying things. Clearly, that person’s a full-on psychopath, and he’s bound to try and torture you."

The old man recounted.

"How strong is he?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"That I don’t know, but judging by the way he kicked me out of the dream so quickly, his spiritual power must be quite strong."

The old man said.

"Alright, I get it. Thanks, old man."

Liu Zheng begrudgingly expressed gratitude.

Even a bunny, when avoiding accepting takeout delivery, could be pushed into becoming a hungry wolf, especially in a Metropolis where the average person is already a psycho.

Not entirely useless though, at least it heightened his alertness a bit.

"Young folks shouldn’t blindly trust their own confidence, ignoring the wisdom of the elderly leads to immediate regrets. Never mind, considering you’re filial enough, your grandpa will lend you a hand."

"Hei~tui!"

The old man took a deep breath then spat thick phlegm into the teacup.

"Eew~"

Liu Zheng showed a disgusted expression.

"Eew my ass, that’s the essence of my Soul Power. If you weren’t my grandson, I wouldn’t have grudgingly spat it out."

The old man had the look of someone who’s kindhearted but unappreciated.

"I haven’t agreed yet."

"Then pretend I didn’t say anything."

The old man pretended to drink it back.

"No way, once it’s spat out, how can you slurp it back? Consider it an advance."

Liu Zheng stopped him.

"So how do I use this?"

"Hehehe, come, let grandpa enlighten you."

The old man whispered something to him.

"Wow, it’s a miracle you managed to live until now."

Liu Zheng tugged his mouth and said.

"Impossible, I only learned this trick after dying. Hehehe."

The old man let out a sleazy laugh.

"Your attitude is just like my boss’s own child."

He commented.

Leaving Building 15, Liu Zheng headed straight for Building 17.

"Luckily, there’s still some time left."

Arriving at the door of 501, he glanced at the time. Fifteen minutes remained.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Liu Zheng raised a tentacle and knocked gently.

Not unexpectedly, there was no response.

Show courtesy before force. If the other party played dead, he wouldn’t be polite either.

"BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!!!"

He swung a tentacle and pounded the metal door like a furious storm.

The sound echoed through the hallway like drums in a battle, shaking off the old dust from the ceiling.

"Ptoo, ptoo, ptoo!"

Liu Zheng spat out dust while speeding up the pounding rhythm.

"Who’s there? Are you crazy?!"

Finally, a furious voice came from inside the door.

"Hello, delivery here, please sign for it."

He stopped banging on the door.

"Leave it at the door and go to hell."

The person inside said impatiently.

"Sorry, the delivery must be personally signed for. Please open the door and take it."

Of course, Liu Zheng wouldn’t listen to him.

"I don’t have time. If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police!"

The person inside grew even more irritable.

"Uh..."

For some reason, this conversation felt strangely familiar to Liu Zheng.

"Calling the police won’t help. I’m conducting legitimate business here. Also, I’ve got people in the Security Department. When they arrive, who gets arrested is still in question."

He shouted back.

"Then go die..."

Before the words were finished, the door suddenly swung open.

Countless dark shadows rushed at Liu Zheng like a volley of arrows.

"Take that!"

The person hidden behind the shadows snarled viciously.

"Shit!"

Although Liu Zheng was somewhat prepared, the opponent’s attack was too fierce, and he could only defensively retreat.

After a chaotic series of clashes, he was sent flying several meters away.

Liu Zheng struggled to get up, feeling stinging and aching all over his body, unsure of how many bones were broken.

Nonetheless, it was nothing more than that. With his physique and recovery speed, these were just superficial wounds.

The shadows vanished, and the person inside the room finally revealed their form.

It was a Tentacle Monster wearing a pink tank top, its head resembling both an octopus and a jellyfish, with six tentacles sprouting from openings on either side of the tank top, hanging straight down.

"Damn, why does it get six more than me?"

Liu Zheng thought with some discontent.

"Think I’m scared now? Disappear from my sight, or I’ll kill you even if it means missing my deadline."

The Tentacle Monster finished speaking and began to close the door.

"Wait a minute!"

He shouted loudly.

"Wait for your grandma’s eight legs!"

The Tentacle Monster cursed, clearly not intending to wait.

"If you dare shut the door, I’ll throw this on your door."

Liu Zheng took out the cup of thick phlegm tea.

"What’s that?"

The Tentacle Monster paused.

"It’s the phlegm of the Earth Spirit from 15 Building, Room 304. Throw it on your door, and when he sings at home, it’ll be like he’s singing at your place too, with the dream-invading effects doubled."

He explained.

"Shit! That dumb old man, why doesn’t he just die?!"

The Tentacle Monster’s six tentacles all stiffened.

"Technically, he’s already dead."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Then he should die again! Damn it, I should’ve taken the chance to kill him when he intruded into my dreams."

The Tentacle Monster was filled with regret.

"Stop bragging, if he could be killed, it wouldn’t be up to you."

He ruthlessly exposed the lie.

"If I can’t kill him, then I’ll kill you."

The Tentacle Monster’s gaze turned hostile, and its six tentacles rose again.

"Bring it on!"

Liu Zheng twisted his neck and grabbed the sawtoothed butcher knife and boning knife.

"If you’ve got what it takes, kill me now. If you can’t, then every day from now on I’ll throw a cup of thick phlegm on your door and we’ll see if you kill me first or if he sings you to death!"

He declared with righteous determination.

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