The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1162 - 727: Who’s Chasing, Who’s Fleeing—Who Can Escape? (Part 2)

Chapter 1162: Chapter 727: Who’s Chasing, Who’s Fleeing—Who Can Escape? (Part 2)

"Neigh~"

A few seconds later, the skinny horse let out a short cry, reminding him they had arrived.

Liu Zheng opened his eyes; they had reached the gate outside.

"Ugh~"

He turned over and got off the horse, but before he could speak, the skinny horse vomited all over the place, the strong smell of alcohol permeating the air.

"Uh..."

Liu Zheng shook his head helplessly.

No wonder the ride felt strange this time; it seemed it had drunk too much.

Metropolis is truly a place full of drunks, yet their tolerance isn’t all that great.

The skinny horse awkwardly grinned, looking embarrassed even with its horse face.

It pointed to the vomit on the ground and winked at Liu Zheng.

"I’ll find someone to clean this up."

He sighed and took out his phone to call Black Skull.

"Nigga, can you send a few fly men over for cleanup?"

"Yes, not a corpse, no explosion, just a friend who drank too much and vomited."

"Right outside the cemetery. Okay, thank you, Nigga."

Liu Zheng hung up the phone.

"Alright, my friends from the sanitation department will send the fly men over for cleaning in a bit; they’re pros at this."

He said to the skinny horse.

"Hrumph~"

The skinny horse raised a hoof, warmly wrapping it around his shoulder as they walked into the cemetery.

"Been a horse long enough, thinking of becoming a human?"

The Tomb Guardian looked at the upright-walking skinny horse and asked.

The skinny horse bashfully lowered its hoof, returning to a four-legged stance.

"Who’s asking you to lower them? Run a thousand kilometers upside down, sober up then continue running."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Neigh..."

The skinny horse pulled a sour face and ran upside down into the desert.

"If you sneak it alcohol again, you’ll run with it next time."

The Tomb Guardian looked at Liu Zheng and said.

Liu Zheng pretended to be focused, not daring to speak up, feeling somewhat like he’d been caught corrupting someone else’s kids.

"You still want the Nine Dragons Carrying Coffin tomb?"

The Tomb Guardian got to the point.

"Yes, sir."

He nodded.

"Three conditions. First, don’t damage the tomb’s structure. Second, don’t bring anyone in with you. Third, anything taken from the tomb must be inspected by me before you can take it away."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Sir, may I ask a few questions?"

Liu Zheng raised his hand.

"Go ahead."

"If I enter the tomb, then bring others in, does that count as breaking the rules?"

He asked.

"As long as it’s not their physical bodies entering, it doesn’t count, but if you go too far, the cemetery will have an adverse reaction."

The Tomb Guardian said.

Like fish therapy, where small fish nibble dead skin on your feet—relaxing. But a group of piranhas gnawing at your feet—that’s a horror story.

For others, the Tomb Guardian wouldn’t bother warning; after all, the cemetery as a symbol of death and conclusion in the Metropolis isn’t something to scoff at.

Most people won’t trigger any reaction, and coming out alive from the tomb is already fortunate.

It’s precisely because of low success rates that Liu Zheng was asked to tomb raid; most tomb robbers wouldn’t even bother anymore.

But Liu Zheng, this human, is indeed uncanny; even the Tomb Guardian couldn’t quite anticipate what he’d dare attempt.

That mish-mash of marks on him, his bloodline—any one would cause a stir.

The Tomb Guardian just wanted to ride horses, raise cattle, and occasionally sip a cold soda with beans and salted meat. He didn’t want to work overtime.

"Understood. So, the Nine Dragons Carrying Coffin can definitely be taken?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

After all the effort for the heist, having it seized by the Tomb Guardian wouldn’t be funny.

"You can take the dragons and the coffin, but not necessarily what’s inside."

The Tomb Guardian said.

He only knew the general situation of the tomb; more specifics weren’t necessary or of interest to him.

"Alright. Last question: about that ’meat’ you asked me to prepare, how do I use it specifically?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

"Use it like delivery; once inside the tomb, same method. I heard a saying from a Zhen Dan ghost: where there are people, there’s a world—even a tomb isn’t just desolate."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Hmm..."

He seemed to understand.

"Can we start?"

The Tomb Guardian asked.

"Yes, sir."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Good."

The Tomb Guardian whistled, and a ghoul covered in fungi and spots rushed swiftly from afar.

"Remember it?"

The Tomb Guardian asked.

"Yeah, the beast that last time had its eyes on my head."

Liu Zheng disdainfully remarked.

"Now I’m more interested in your tongue."

The ghoul spoke.

This time, it spoke in a common tongue.

"Funny, I think your tongue would make a fine cured tongue."

Liu Zheng sneered.

"Then I’ll give you that chance."

Once the Tomb Guardian began speaking, both Liu Zheng and the ghoul shut their mouths, respectfully looking at him.

"You’ll play the tomb robber, and it the Tomb Guardian. It will chase you until you enter the tomb."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Can I fight back?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes. If you take it down, I’ll reward you with an angel’s corpse."

The Tomb Guardian nodded, then spoke to the ghoul.

"Thank you for your kindness."

The ghoul’s voice rang with jubilation.

If it could digest the angel’s corpse, it could evolve to a higher level, even surpassing the ghoul species.

Thinking of that, it looked at Liu Zheng with eyes full of greed and killing intent.

"Go ahead, look—look at your mom. I’ll gouge them out for Niu Daji later."

Liu Zheng boldly gestured with a middle tentacle.

"Talk later. I’ll count three-two-one, fire, and follow the bullet."

The Tomb Guardian ended their trash talk session, then drew a revolver.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Bang!"

The brass bullet, along with gunpowder, shot out, but neither Liu Zheng nor the ghoul followed the bullet; they instead immediately locked eyes.

The burning long blade clashed with venomous claws, neither backing down.

Black pupils and yellow-green eyes met, their killing intent equally pure.

"Dark Stare!"

A shrill cry like an infant’s wail came from the ghoul’s mouth, its eyes turning pure black.

Liu Zheng was momentarily dazed, the scenery withdrawing from light leaving only glowing dark eyes before him.

Like someone buried alive, fear crept over him like ants.

"Is that it?"

Liu Zheng suddenly sneered, then spun like a top, swinging tentacles.

The Dragon Scale Blade erupted with scorching fury, dispelling the surrounding dark.

The ghoul retreated awkwardly, a shallow cut on its wrist with rose-colored blood trickling.

"Of all the spells, you chose this? Don’t you know I’ve dreamt of Evil God?"

Liu Zheng stopped spinning, wearing a mocking smile.

Mere dark tombs pale in comparison to the bottomless dark seas.

"You must reach the tomb in ten minutes; past that, the cemetery’s aura will erode your body, with the speed rapidly increasing over time."

The Tomb Guardian suddenly spoke.

"Damn!"

"Hiss hiss!"

Upon hearing that, Liu Zheng’s cocky smile instantly turned into a sour expression, while the ghoul laughed like an owl.

"Laughing, are you?"

He chopped off a tentacle, thrusting it into his mouth with his knife and chewed it vigorously, then spat thrice.

"Blood Mouth!"

Three thumb-thick blood arrows shot towards the ghoul’s head and spine.

Sensing the fierce aura on the blood arrows, the ghoul dared not resist, leaping away like a cat.

Liu Zheng didn’t even glance at the skill’s result, just sprinted furiously in the bullet’s direction.

He repeatedly used "Back Kick" to stomp the ground, powerful recoil propelling him forward, coupled with the "Citizen Health Shoes" effect; within seconds, he was hundreds of meters away.