The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 391 - 343 Niu Ma: The First Time Fighting Desperatel

"No? I don’t know, I’ve never bought insurance either."

Niu Ma hesitated before speaking.

Given its job, going to work every day was almost like digging its own grave, so buying insurance seed quite unnecessary.

However, once the little Niu Ma was born, Niu Ma would definitely buy insurance for it.

After all, there were rumors that to avoid paying out, insurance companies would provide so protection to the insured.

"So what are you saying?"

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

But with this interruption, he completely dismissed the idea of tomb raiding.

"Can’t finish, can’t finish, the side quests are simply endless!"

He sighed outwardly, but inwardly he was secretly thrilled.

This was the life Liu Zheng wanted, a life that was fulfilling and fun, much like playing a ga.

Unfortunately, Hell’s Ga had no save-load function, and the difficulty level was way too high.

Stupid ga designers, ugh!

"Thank you for your kindness, but we really don’t have ti this ti, we must regretfully miss this event," he feigned regret as he spoke to the Old Cowboy.

"No worries, you pay one dollar as a deposit, and I can reserve your eligibility for the event,"

the Old Cowboy said calmly.

"Huh?"

Faced with an unexpected windfall, Liu Zheng’s first reaction wasn’t joy, but fear.

He took a step back and watched the Old Cowboy warily.

"I wonder, Mr. Tomb Guardian, exactly what is it that you want to do?"

he asked in a grave tone.

Niu Ma also took its hoof off Liu Zheng’s shoulder and tensed up, entering a fighting stance.

The Old Cowboy noticed the murderous aura emanating from them, and a hint of a smile flashed across his wrinkled face, as if mocking their overconfidence.

"Weaklings offending the strong. My horse hasn’t been fed today; are you volunteering to feed it?"

he asked slightly lifting his head.

What to feed it with was obviously themselves.

The lean horse snorted sharply, expelling two plus of black smoke from its nostrils.

"We an no disrespect, sir. It’s precisely because we are weak that we need to be more cautious. After all, a wisp of smoke from your horse on us is like a mountain pressing down on us,"

Liu Zheng said humbly.

"You carry the scent of the dead,"

the Old Cowboy stated.

"Uh, I hope you can clarify, sir, as I’ve had quite a few dealings with the dead. The Old Vampire, the Little Vampire, Doctor Nile, Sasha, just to na a few that I definitely know are dead, plus there are wax figures like chubby youngster which I’m not sure count."

"Him,"

the Old Cowboy pointed towards his chest.

Liu Zheng followed his gaze and looked down to see two badges on his chest.

Since it was related to the dead, it probably wasn’t the City Hall employee’s family certification badge.

Then...

"I do know that one, I bought those yogurts at his request,"

he quickly organized his words and said.

"Do you recognize him?"

the Old Cowboy inquired.

"I’m just a small fry, I don’t have the right to recognize or deny anyone. Whoever asks to do sothing, I do it diligently within my capabilities and without breaking any City Hall laws. It’s the sa whether it’s for that person or for you,"

Liu Zheng bowed.

"You remind of those annoying lawyers; they talk as much as you do,"

the Old Cowboy glanced at him and said.

"Uh..."

he awkwardly scratched his head.

"Give one dollar."

the Old Cowboy stated.

"I don’t have a dollar."

"I do, I’ll lend you one,"

the Old Cowboy reached into his pocket, took out a coin, and tossed it to Liu Zheng.

He raised two tendrils to catch it, the coin’s face featured a brain penetrated by nurous cables.

A sword hiltless and plunged right in the middle of the brain, presumably symbolizing the number 1.

The other side of the coin displayed a circle surrounded by thorn-like decorations.

"Give it to ,"

the Old Cowboy extended his hand.

Liu Zheng clutched the coin tightly, his eyes struggling.

Clearly, giving this dollar would complete so sort of ritual.

Engaging in a ritual with such a high-ranking figure, his life and even his soul might no longer be under his own control.

"If I shout to run, just run, don’t look back,"

Niu Ma suddenly said.

It moved past Liu Zheng, shielding him with its body.

From its pores oozed droplets of fresh blood, which then evaporated into a red mist of Blood Fog.

Upon closer inspection, the mist was filled with wailing ghost faces.

"Boss, there’s no need, the Tomb Guardian shouldn’t be after my life," Niu Ma said.

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"Hard to say," the old cowboy said softly.

"Hmph, do you think he can take my life? Neither Peacock nor he can kill ," Niu Ma said as he raised his head, from which a ghostly shadow sprang from his broken horn.

"Impressive aura, but indeed I’m not after your life. My ranch just so happens to need a herding ox, and you fit the bill," the old cowboy said.

"You think too highly of , I struggle even with delivering takeout, let alone herding sheep," Niu Ma said as he opened his mouth and a bronze ox head slowly erged.

The bronze ox head’s eyes were wide open, its horns high and ears triangular, pointing out to the sides, and its muzzle protruded.

Though the eyes of the ox head were not detailed, one could still feel the raging fury filled with the sharpness of arms and armor.

"Run!"

Niu Ma’s tail was lifted by a strong gust of wind, accompanied by a dull roar that sprayed out along with the Blood Fog.

"Okay!"

Liu Zheng shouted loudly in response, then decisively threw out the coin he was holding.

"You motherf*****!"

Niu Ma raised his hoof, and a ghostly imprint of the hoof appeared above the coin, ready to crush it.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The golden bullet hit the coin and rebounded, shattering the hoof imprint, and then disappeared without a trace.

anwhile, the coin spun into the old cowboy’s hand.

"Very well, rember to bring a coffin next ti," the old cowboy said as he pocketed the coin, turned his horse around, and rode off into the sunset.

"Are you sick, kid?" Niu Ma swallowed the bronze ox head back down and turned around, furious.

He had just been willing to risk his life for soone, and they hadn’t appreciated it.

It wasn’t just unappreciated; he had been toyed with, leaving his ox-face nowhere to put.

"Slip of the hand, slip of the hand. Next ti I’ll make sure to run before you can change your mind," Liu Zheng said with a grin.

"Hmph, if I help you again, I’ll grow my head and body upside down!" Niu Ma swore.

If Niu Ma’s head and body grew upside down, wouldn’t that be Ma Niu?

He thought, his expression strange.

Of course, Liu Zheng didn’t dare say it out loud, or Niu Ma might actually beat him up.

"It doesn’t really matter, the big shots looking for are nurous enough; one less won’t make a difference," Liu Zheng consoled Niu Ma.

Including Oynk, he had already collected all the initial five landmarks except for the Garbage Processing Plant.

Along with the Red Ghost, "Red Witch" board ga café, Amaterasu, and the Cetery Manager, he was becoming more like a check-in spot day by day.

If Liu Zheng had been a local, continuing this might have made him a human landmark of tropolis.

And only important figures could check in, anyone less than the City Hall Director wouldn’t even qualify for a photo.

"Hmph, handle your own life as you see fit," Niu Ma snorted and continued walking ahead nonchalantly.

He laughed and followed closely behind.

With Niu Ma by his side this ti, they encountered no mishaps along the way and smoothly reached Tombstone No. 10086.

"Boss, here," Liu Zheng handed over the tomb visiting set to Niu Ma.

"What for?"

"For you to go and sweep the grave," he said.

"You can sweep it yourself," Niu Ma objected.

"No, no, no, since it’s your old friend, it’s more appropriate for you to do it," he shook his head.

"It’s you who has sothing to ask him, I’m just accompanying you, so it’s more suitable for you to sweep it," Niu Ma also shook his head.

"Boss, don’t tell you’re scared to sweep it?" Liu Zheng casually glanced at him.

"As if you dare to do it yourself," Niu Ma returned the glance.

Man and beast shared a glance and laughed in understanding.

Whoever went to sweep the grave, got punched first.

That was sothing both of them were clear about.

The two, who had just fiercely fought for each other, now fell into a standoff, each with their own sches.