The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1241 - 769: He’s Smiling

After waiting for a while, the Fisherman came riding on the Devil Fish, cutting through the waves.

"Who is this??"

He jumped off the fish’s back, glanced at Fat Biao, and asked.

"The diner, the delivery deadline hasn’t passed yet, so I brought him down here."

Liu Zheng said.

"What happened up there?"

"I don’t know either, I just sensed danger, and then I escaped down here."

He shook his head.

"By the way, earlier he flew into the sky trying to escape, and then he was attacked. I didn’t see who attacked him, nor did I see how it was done."

Liu Zheng looked at Fat Biao and said.

The Fisherman crouched down and tore open Fat Biao’s clothes, revealing marks of being bitten all over his body.

Strangely, these bite wounds did not bleed, and the blood in the vessels was still flowing, but it was unclear where it was flowing to.

"Wake up."

He slapped Fat Biao’s face hard, but even after his face was swollen, Fat Biao did not wake up.

"If you keep pretending to be unconscious, I’ll hook you with a fishhook."

The Fisherman threatened, extending a finger.

"Isn’t this clearly a needle?"

Liu Zheng looked at the thick and sharp finger and quipped.

"Haven’t you heard of the saying ’a straight hook with savory bait’? A truly skilled Fisherman can catch big fish with a straight hook."

The Fisherman argued confidently.

"Fine, fine, you go on."

"Humph."

Seeing that Fat Biao wasn’t responding, the Fisherman directly pierced his philtrum.

Not to mention being unconscious, even a vegetative person would be startled awake by that.

Thus, Fat Biao woke up.

He looked at the straight hook inserted in his philtrum, his expression calm.

He glanced again at the Fisherman, the culprit, and cracked a genial smile.

Fat Biao grinned brightly, showing off his entire upper palate.

He saw Liu Zheng on the side and grinned even wider.

Wide enough to flip his whole body out of his mouth.

Even in flipping over, Fat Biao continued to grin, his internal organs, bones, and intestines all laughing so hard they almost fell out.

The teeth that laughed so wildly fell to the ground, and even the ground started laughing along.

"Damn!"

The Fisherman took off the fisherman’s hat from his head, transformed it into a large bucket, and put Fat Biao and his fallen teeth inside.

"Hold the bucket and wait under the sewer grate. When you hear the sound of the grate opening, throw the bucket up and run back. Remember, don’t open your eyes, don’t look back."

The Fisherman placed the bucket upside down on the ground and instructed Liu Zheng.

"Okay."

Without hesitation, Liu Zheng picked up the large bucket, closed his eyes, and ran into the sewer passage.

Meanwhile, the Fisherman maintained his stance of holding the large bucket, watching Liu Zheng’s silhouette disappear into the passage.

"Bang!"

Liu Zheng only stopped when he bumped into the ladder of the sewer.

He groped his way up the ladder and then quietly waited.

After silently counting to ten seconds, he heard the sound of the sewer grate being opened.

Liu Zheng quickly flung the bucket upwards, not caring about the result as he jumped down from the ladder and rolled away, scrambling back.

"Idiot, why are you running back and forth!"

After running a few steps, he suddenly heard the Fisherman’s voice coming from ahead.

Liu Zheng paused, and a flurry of thoughts rushed through his mind.

But he quickly shook his head, dispelling all distracting thoughts.

The Fisherman told him to run back, so he ran back.

He believed he was running back, so he was running back.

Not knowing how long he had run, Liu Zheng was suddenly grabbed by a large, rough, and strong hand, and pulled forward a few steps.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now."

The Fisherman said.

"How do I know if you’re really you?"

He didn’t comply.

"Then how do you want me to prove it?"

The Fisherman wasn’t impatient; he understood Liu Zheng’s concerns were valid.

"Unless..."

Liu Zheng contemplated for a long while, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Unless you swear on this. Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

He took out the Supreme Councilman’s manuscript from the Qiankun Ring.

"This aura... You sure have all sorts of strange and peculiar things."

The Fisherman concealed his shock, accepted the manuscript.

"I swear, I am the Fisherman, father of the Sea Girl, and an agent of the sewer."

He declared loudly.

"And also someone who owes Liu Zheng ten million in debt."

Liu Zheng added.

"Since when do I owe you ten million! You can open your eyes or not, I don’t care."

The Fisherman said angrily.

"Just joking, you see, why so impatient?"

He opened his eyes grinning cheekily, only to see the now bald Fisherman glaring at him.

"Wow, father-in-law, so you’re bald, no wonder you always wear a hat."

Liu Zheng quipped.

"That hat was transformed from my hair, you idiot. Also, don’t call me father-in-law!"

The Fisherman retorted.

"Will it never grow back then?"

He pretended to be worried.

"Mind your own business; better worry about yourself first."

The Fisherman sneered coldly.

"Worry about what?"

"You don’t think there’s no penalty for bringing something like that into the sewer, do you?"

The Fisherman said.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about. Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be off then."

Liu Zheng attempted to brush off the issue.

"Leave? Do you believe, right now, no matter which sewer grate you leave from, you’ll end up in Kowloon Walled City."

The Fisherman sneered coldly.

"What’s going on?"

He turned serious.

"Someone is summoning the Evil God, and it’s of a very high rank. Lucky for you, you ran quickly. If you waited until the Divine Country descends, you wouldn’t have been able to get out even if you opened the grate."

The Fisherman explained.

"And Fat Biao, just now?"

"The person summoning the Evil God likely set up barriers around and above the Kowloon Walled City to prevent escape. Only underground, with the existence of the sewer, couldn’t be sealed off, allowing you to slip through."