The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 348 - 323: The Grand Urban Stage, Don’t Come If You’

"How long is this going to take?"

After waiting a while, Liu Zheng asked.

"Hard to say, probably a few more hours."

The Fisherman paused and said.

"Then find sothing fun for to kill so ti, it’s so boring just waiting here."

He stretched and said.

"Lucky you, where am I supposed to find sothing fun in the sewer?"

The Fisherman rolled his eyes.

"Then get a fishing rod, I’ll fish for fun."

"In your dreams! You’ll never fish in my territory again in your life."

The Fisherman angrily said.

Last ti this kid went fishing, he nearly t a premature end. Think twice about fishing; it’s not happening.

"Don’t worry, my Luck Value isn’t maxed out this ti."

Liu Zheng said.

"Still no."

The Fisherman was adamant.

"If there’s nothing fun, then at least get sothing good to eat."

He scaled back his request, saying.

"Only have shit, you want so?"

The Fisherman said expressionlessly.

"Tsk"

Liu Zheng flipped him the middle finger with three tentacles.

"What are you guys up to?"

While they were talking, Brother Sha approached from afar, asking curiously.

"Nothing much, just killing ti. Brother Sha, where did you co from?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Oh, I just went to check on my potatoes."

Brother Sha said.

"You can grow potatoes in the sewer?"

He looked shocked.

If I rember correctly, potatoes require abundant light and low humidity; the sewer satisfies neither.

Of course, the most critical part is, there’s no soil in the sewer.

"Ha-ha, that’s my secret recipe."

Brother Sha said proudly.

"Since we’re free anyway, Brother Sha, show your potatoes."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"That’s not possible."

Brother Sha firmly refused.

"Brother, fair is fair. If you need help with a fight, even if it’s against the City Hall, I won’t hesitate. But to see my potatoes? Sorry, can’t do that."

His expression was extrely serious.

"...Alright, it was presumptuous of ."

Liu Zheng said unemotionally.

Indeed, where can you find normal people in tropolis? They’re all just different kinds of crazy.

"By the way, Brother Sha, returning your clothes."

He took off the Dragon Robe Funeral Clothes.

"No worries, brother, keep them for now."

Brother Sha generously said.

"Such valuable items aren’t safe with ; better return them to the original owner."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

Primarily because the one-ti death immunity effect of the instance had already been used, this perfect quality equipnt had already lost much of its function.

"Alright then."

Brother Sha didn’t insist further and accepted the Dragon Robe Funeral Clothes.

From the corner of his mouth that curled up, he seed to really like this cloak.

Things beca much more interesting with Brother Sha around, Liu Zheng coaxed the Fisherman into fetching a deck of cards, and the three of them started playing Landlord.

Of course, in tropolis, this ga had a different na; it was called Death Delivery.

He only found out after asking that Bloody Restaurant was a kind of urban legend in tropolis.

Many parents scared their children by saying, if you don’t do your howork, a delivery person from Bloody Restaurant will co to take you away.

In Death Delivery, the Landlord was the delivery person, and the farrs turned into security and hoowners.

Well, it really fits the style of tropolis.

After Liu Zheng had been the delivery person for several rounds, causing the Fisherman and Brother Sha to be barely conscious, the airplane’s Dr. Nile finally showed so reactions.

"Urgh!"

He didn’t even open his eyes, leaned over the airplane and started vomiting into the river.

And the Fisherman, as if granted a great amnesty, threw away his cards and headed for the airplane.

"Hey, we haven’t finished this round yet."

Liu Zheng said discontentedly.

He was holding a pair of jokers and three twos, planning to make the Fisherman lick the sewer walls a bit more.

"Business first, kid; why can’t you understand priorities?"

The Fisherman said with conviction.

"Indeed, brother, gambling is bad, you should gamble less too."

Brother Sha quickly agreed.

He had also licked the sewer walls several dozen tis. Although his strength wouldn’t cause any adverse reactions, the taste was indeed disgusting.

"Tsk, a pair of deadbeats."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

The Fisherman stretched out his arm and fished Dr. Nile onto the shore.

"Here, have so water to rinse your mouth."

Liu Zheng handed over a bottle of water.

Speaking of which, this water was also sothing he brought back from Yate, so it was kind of a local specialty.

Dr. Nile took a couple of sips and then spat it all back out.

As expected of a mummy, even his vomit was different from ordinary people.

Ordinary people’s vomit is partially digested food, semi-solid and semi-liquid mixed with saliva and stomach acid.

But Dr. Nile’s vomit was dry chunks, and one could even make out the original shape and texture of the food.

After vomiting for a full three minutes, he finally managed to suppress the urge to vomit and collapsed on the ground, looking dazed.

"Was it really that bad? I have dealt with his constipation before, and it wasn’t this nauseating."

Liu Zheng said disdainfully.

Pity this guy is a doctor; he has no tolerance at all.

Speaking of which, Dr. Nile’s dical procedures were hardly less disgusting than the sewer.

"You do it if you think you can."

Dr. Nile said irritably, regaining so strength.

Last ti, Liu Zheng just assisted with the treatnt, but this ti he had perford a full-fledged surgery, it was not the sa level of difficulty.

If it were not for his exquisite dical skills, coupled with the cheat he pulled with the silver-lined finger, he would have been stuck and died in the swollen hemorrhoids of the sewer this ti.

"You two, stop bickering, let’s get moving."

The Fisherman interjected.