The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 687 - 489: Peacock Battles the Red-Haired Monster_2

Chapter 687: Chapter 489: Peacock Battles the Red-Haired Monster_2

"Lady Salmon, please put this on."

The Black Cat was stunned for a moment, then took off the hat from its head and tossed it toward San Huamao.

"Is this a gift for me, meow?"

San Huamao asked happily.

"I’m afraid this can’t be given to you. If it’s a gift, please accept this instead."

The Black Cat thought for a moment, then took the Platinum Feather Pen from its chest and gently tossed it.

The quill floated by itself, flying in front of San Huamao.

"Isn’t this too precious?"

Liu Zheng hesitated.

Since the Pond Master wasn’t present, he had to assume the role of guardian.

"It’s okay, it’s just a decoration; if lost, it can be retrieved."

The Black Cat waved its paw and said.

"When you’re bored, you can rest your head on it to sleep, allowing you to play in the worlds of my works."

"But it heavily consumes Spirit, so Lady Salmon, don’t get too addicted."

It laughed.

"Are there anti-addiction measures?"

Liu Zheng asked with concern.

If San Huamao turned into a little kitten addicted to the net, the Pond Master would surely bite him to death.

"Of course there are. If you lack spiritual power, you naturally cannot enter the world of the works."

The Black Cat nodded and said.

"That’s good then."

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dang!"

The bell in the gray mist chimed once more.

"Alright, you two should really be going now."

The Black Cat gave them a gentle push, and an invisible force thrust them into the bronze door.

By the time Liu Zheng reacted, they were already at the entrance of Emperor’s Garden.

"Since you’re here, won’t you have a cup of tea before leaving?"

Just as Liu Zheng was about to exit the district, a cold voice suddenly echoed from the sky.

Without a second thought, he took out the turtle shell and charged forward with all his might.

"Can you escape?"

With a mocking laugh, a powerful suction force directly captured him, pulling him back.

Liu Zheng turned around, seeing only dazzling lights in blue, yellow, red, black, and white.

As he looked over, the five-colored lights intensified their brilliance.

Liu Zheng only felt dizzy and thrown involuntarily into the multicolored light.

"Peacock, have you forgotten your promise to the City Hall?"

He shouted angrily.

"I can certainly afford a cup of tea."

The Peacock seemingly answered irrelevantly.

"I’d trust a ghost before I trust you."

Liu Zheng sneered.

Once inside Emperor’s Garden No. 1, the Peacock had ten thousand legitimate ways to take him down.

"Being a turtle spirit is better than being a turtle fool."

He gritted his teeth and was about to use the turtle shell.

"Meow!"

At this moment, the San Huamao suddenly let out a sharp cry from above.

"What’s wrong?"

Liu Zheng asked urgently.

"Someone touched my head, meow."

San Huamao said aggrievedly.

"Huh?"

In his confusion, San Huamao had already thrown the hat away.

From the inverted top hat, a withered large hand covered in red hair stretched out.

"Hmm?"

The Peacock’s tone subtly changed, and the five-colored lights immediately withdrew, like swords or feathers or five mountain peaks.

"Who dares to trespass into Emperor’s Garden, showing such blatant disrespect towards me?"

Within the five-colored lights, the silhouette of a woman in palace attire appeared faintly.

The red-haired hand remained silent, simply moving its fingers, seemingly groping or writing.

"In that case, let us have a confrontation then."

Faced with such insolence, the Peacock was not alarmed but elated.

If Liu Zheng did not resist, then she truly had no excuse to do anything; she would have to escort him into Emperor’s Garden No. 1 unharmed.

But now, since there was an external enemy invading, collateral damage in an ensuing fierce battle would be quite reasonable.

The Peacock pointed a finger, and the five-colored lights immediately cascaded downward like the collapse of Buzhou Mountain.

Before it even reached him, Liu Zheng felt immense pressure, his surface veins bursting like old high-pressure water pipes, and all his bones creaked non-stop.

Just as he hesitated whether to use the turtle shell, a pair of furry arms embraced him and pulled him into a fluffier belly.

Liu Zheng looked up to meet a pair of sparkling big eyes.

"Liu Zheng, I’ll protect you, meow~"

The gigantic San Huamao said confidently.

"I’ll leave it to you then."

He chuckled and said, then changed into a more comfortable position.

"Alright, meow~"

The San Huamao curled itself into a ball, with all the fur except the part touching Liu Zheng flaring up like a hedgehog.

Each different-colored cat hair, like a steel needle, was bent into hooks under heavy pressure.

"Meow ow!"

The San Huamao let out a discomforted cry.

"Salmon, are you alright?"

Liu Zheng asked with concern.

"I’m alright, meow, Salmon is very strong, meow!"

The San Huamao said earnestly.

"Yes, Salmon is the strongest and cutest little kitten in the entire Metropolis."

He praised sincerely.

"Of course, meow~"

The San Huamao replied happily.

"Speaking of which, isn’t your adoptive mother a German Shepherd? Why do you still meow, not bark?"

Liu Zheng’s thoughts began to wander.

"Because my grandmother is an American Shorthair meow."

The San Huamao replied.

"Uh, alright."

A German Shepherd raised by an American Shorthair, no wonder it would adopt a San Hua.

Yes, a meowing German Shepherd, thinking about it, is quite cute.

Just as he was muddled by a brain hemorrhage, the multicolored light formed a mountain and pressed down. The ground around the center of the red-haired hand sank several centimeters under invisible force.

Even the tall hat was pressed to the ground, and the red-haired hand’s movement paused.

This seemed to have touched the red-haired hand’s reverse scale.

"Impudent beast! How dare you disturb my peace!"

A muddled, indistinct voice came from within the hat.

As soon as the words were spoken, the stars shifted, and the clear sky turned into dark clouds overhead.

A blood moon was covered by clouds, the unpenetrable moonlight dyed the clouds into blood-red, making it even more terrifying.

"So it was you!"

Seeing this, the Peacock exclaimed and immediately tore off its ceremonial robe.

A giant peacock spirit bird silhouette appeared between heaven and earth, its tail feathers of green, yellow, red, black, and white stood up against the wind.

With one sweep, the dark clouds dissipated.

With the second sweep, the blood moon disappeared and the golden sun reappeared.

With the third sweep, the red-haired hand along with everything around it vanished without a trace.

"Humph!"

The peacock silhouette disappeared, and the woman in ceremonial attire glared towards 188 Emperor’s Garden, then transformed into a light, heading off to an unknown place.

"Liu Zheng, we’ve come out now, meow~"

The San Huamao released Liu Zheng and returned to its original size.

He looked closely and found himself already on the street.

"Goodness, such a long-distance delivery, the Peacock was quite polite."

Liu Zheng joked bitterly.

He looked at the ground; the excellently crafted ceremonial hat was now in tatters.

Liu Zheng carefully extended a touch to it, and the hat disintegrated into countless fragments in the wind.

"Wasn’t that the president of the Writer Association just now?"

He wondered to himself.

After all, last time, Si Xue did say that the big shot might be "ill-fated in old age, covered with red hair," and advised making preparations early.

To have that one take action, it seems that the Fool’s position in the Writer Association is indeed rock-solid.

"Hmm, hard to say."

If the relationship is so tight, if a new president takes office, the Fool would definitely become a target of suppression.

If the Fool wants to avoid such a scenario, he must either climb up quickly or delay the current president’s resignation.

Was finding the Nine Dragons Coffin intended to suppress the "ominousness" on the current president?

"Damn!"

A player barely surviving among chaos, how did he get involved in this gods’ battle, getting more tangled and sinking deeper?

Liu Zheng felt the foul intent from Hell’s Game towards him.

As he was thinking, his phone rang.

"Where did you guys get taken to?"

The driver asked.

"I don’t know either, just on the street."

He replied.

"Is there any landmark around you?"

"There’s a white water tower with black stripes painted on it, like a zebra."

Liu Zheng said after looking around.

"Oh, I know where you are."

The driver said.

"Where?"

"Old City District. Stand still and wait for me to pick you up."

The driver said blandly.

"Even the Peacock didn’t kill you, dying at the hands of hooligans would be too ridiculous."