The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1134 - 713: Who the Hell Wants to Share a Grave with You!

Chapter 1134: Chapter 713: Who the Hell Wants to Share a Grave with You!

Dr. Nile sighed and turned to go into the inner room.

After a while, he came out holding a wooden box.

"Don’t break it, you have to return it to me after using it."

Dr. Nile warned.

"What’s so precious about this thing?"

Liu Zheng was a bit curious.

When he borrowed items from Dr. Nile for the auction, there was no such caution.

He opened the wooden box to find a ball of colorful strings inside.

"Name: Lazy Man’s Automatic Outfit (Male Only)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: When used, imagine the corresponding scenario in your mind, and the item will transform into the most suitable outfit for the player (for male players only)."

"Remark: Who told you it’s appropriate to wear a nude apron to a meeting!"

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Wow, that’s convenient."

Liu Zheng praised.

"Of course, I was saving it to wear to Sasha’s wedding."

Dr. Nile said.

"That’s such a far-off event, can’t you just have one custom-made? It’s not that difficult for you to tailor one."

Putting aside the dry and decayed flesh, Dr. Nile looked like an ordinary human.

"The style of the La Clan’s ceremonial dress has been lost, and I can’t possibly ask God La for something like this."

Dr. Nile said sadly.

If Sasha were still human, it wouldn’t be a problem.

But she had transformed into a half-mummy, losing the ability to procreate, and the commotion and joy of the moment were like rootless water, fleeting.

"No worries, if I encounter the La Clan when I travel abroad, I’ll kidnap a tailor back for you."

Liu Zheng comforted.

"You might as well persuade the French Plane Tree or Snow Horse to become Subordinate Gods of my lord."

Dr. Nile rolled his eyes.

If such a great achievement were possible, getting God La to personally make a wedding dress wouldn’t be an issue.

"Hmm... Don’t worry, I will definitely return this item to you."

He avoided the subject.

The French Plane Tree definitely wouldn’t want to become a Subordinate God of the Winged Divine Dragon, otherwise, why would it turn into a Phoenix? Continuing to be a street tree was still an official position.

As for the Snow Horse, well, looking at how it would rather hide in its cave for hundreds of years with such a bad temper, it’s probably not one to listen to reason.

Unless God La or Liu Zheng could resurrect its former master, the Pink Mao Mao Thunderbolt King, that would be more feasible.

"Tch~ Okay, if there’s nothing else, just get on with it. As long as you’re here, my patients don’t dare to come."

Dr. Nile chased him away.

"If they’re so timid, why bother seeing a doctor? Just wait at home to die."

Despite saying this, Liu Zheng obediently left the clinic and returned to the restaurant.

"How’d it go?"

As soon as he entered the break room, Niu Ma asked.

"Don’t worry about my work; the person has been saved, and they only lost a hand."

He replied.

"Hmm, you’re still useful."

Niu Ma said satisfactorily.

"Actually, the hand didn’t have to be lost. It was me who asked He Bishu to chop it off."

Liu Zheng added.

"There’s something wrong with you, isn’t there?"

Niu Ma said, shocked and angry.

"People can’t always learn from others, but they can learn from experience. Since you don’t have time to discipline it, and without giving it some lesson, it’ll only get more out of control. If you save it once, can you save it countless times?"

He said without fear.

"...What about its tail?"

After a moment of silence, Niu Ma asked.

"After coming out, it wanted to ask me for money to gamble. So I let Niu Daji take it to the sewer to eat some muck to sober up."

Liu Zheng answered.

"It’s my only nephew!"

Niu Ma shouted angrily.

"I know, otherwise, I would’ve just killed it myself to eliminate the root of the problem. You care about your nephew, but I care about my future nephew even more."

"Who the hell said you have a nephew?"

Niu Ma cursed.

"Once my sister-in-law gives birth, won’t I have a nephew or niece? If Hou Taotao wants to play with little Niu Ma, can you stop it? What if it turns little Niu Ma into a gambler too?"

"...But isn’t making it eat sewer muck too much? What if it mutates?"

Niu Ma still didn’t completely agree with his approach.

"Gambling dogs are scarier than mutations. Big Boss, don’t you know that?"

Liu Zheng retorted.

Niu Ma was left speechless.

It often went to gamble a few rounds itself, so of course, it knew what gambling dogs were like.

So desperate, they’d bet their own soul and the souls of their loved ones.

"Forget it, since it’s up to you, it’s your decision how to handle it."

Niu Ma sighed and lay back on the haystack.

"By the way, He Bishu’s condition was to have a life-or-death match with the Sea Star Gang, and it has to be a guaranteed win. If I’m not available then, Big Boss, you’ll have to handle it."

Liu Zheng said.

"Got it."

Niu Ma replied sullenly.

Liu Zheng didn’t say more, letting Niu Ma calm down on his own.

Then he played some games until it was six thirty in the evening.

"Time to order takeout."

Liu Zheng called the Red-crowned Crane.

"Yes, dear delivery person."

The Red-crowned Crane responded respectfully.

A few minutes later, Ghost Hand crawled in from outside the door.

Liu Zheng fed it a piece of dried fish, then picked up the takeout order.

"Meal: A large portion of Hundred Herb Rouge Rice Cake"

"Address: Main entrance of the Grand Theatre"

"Orderer: Lu Tong"

"Time limit: two hours"

"Two hours?"

He was a bit surprised.

Could Lu Tong handle such a long wait?

Liu Zheng was deeply skeptical.

However, Lu Tong opting for such a long delivery time was quite considerate.

If he really gets stalled to death by the cashier, he’d definitely buy him a nice burial plot.

Thinking about this, he walked out of the break room.

Opening the food box on the dining cart, he saw it was filled with green rice cakes, beneath which a faint reddish hue was visible.

"Name: Hundred Herb Rouge Rice Cake (One-time use)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: Restores a small amount of stamina, moderate stamina when consumed by herbivores."

"Note: Never place the rice cake anywhere other than in your palm!"

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"The residents of the Green Garden are sure to like this thing."

Liu Zheng thought.

After confirming everything was correct, he left the restaurant, driving to Green Garden Mad City.

With the honorary owner’s medallion, he drove straight to the novelist’s building and gave her a call.

Maybe because she knew Liu Zheng was busy with some "business" tonight, the novelist came down quickly.

Although she was quick, she didn’t skip any preparations.

She had put on very exquisite makeup, and changed into a shoulder-baring Tang suit.

Mainly pink and white, accented with mint and goose yellow, it highlighted the novelist’s fair and clean skin, and her tight tube top couldn’t conceal her ample bosom.

"Isn’t it a bit chilly, aren’t you dressed too scantily?"

Liu Zheng asked with concern after glancing a couple of times.

"It’s fine, senior, I feel warm."

The novelist shook her head.

"Dummy, he thinks you’re showing too much skin."

Fei Shibu rolled her eyes from the side.

"Is that so, senior?"

The novelist tilted her head, looking at Liu Zheng.

"That’s right."

Liu Zheng admitted with a straightforward manner.

"Hehe~ then I’ll cover up a bit."

The novelist playfully grabbed Fei Shibu’s shawl and draped it over herself.

"Hey! Why do you snatch my clothes just because this crude man is jealous?"

Fei Shibu complained.

"Anyway, this shawl doesn’t match your outfit, so if you want, go grab another one, but we won’t wait for you."

The novelist responded mercilessly.

"So you’ve got a husband and forget your bestie, I won’t give you two crooks a chance to ditch me!"

Fei Shibu muttered discontentedly.

Today she wasn’t dressed too formally, just a simple cheongsam with a shawl, which the novelist had just taken.

But this also showed that they were genuine friends, otherwise they’d be competing by now.

"Wow, senior, this car of yours is so cool."

The novelist ignored her, admiring the spirit car.

"Right? This car wasn’t always this cool, I went to the cemetery to ask the Tomb Guardian for a lot of Netherworld Aura before it became like this."

Liu Zheng boasted proudly, as if showing off his craft.

"You’re amazing, senior!"

The novelist said with starry eyes.

"This coffin isn’t bad, when you die a horrible death on the streets one day, we’ll use this to bury you."

Fei Shibu said darkly.

"Then what’s it called when you’re riding in my car later, sharing a bed when alive, the same grave when dead?"

He retaliated immediately.

"Like hell I’d share a grave with you!"

Fei Shibu fumed.