The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 464 - 378: The Richness of the Metropolis Vocabulary

"Who says it isn’t true? Every ti we idle chat, she likes to bring up my sore points. And since she’s a woman, I can’t really argue too much even if I’m dissatisfied, which is really headache-inducing."

"Therefore, the only solution is to reduce the frequency of idle chats, to avoid feeling depressed."

The Blood Warrior said with an unchanged expression.

"So what you’re saying is that you don’t get along with her, right?"

"Exactly. Although that old man is also eccentric, he’s still pleasant to talk to when we’re not playing chess. But that woman always has to intervene, and it’s troubleso for both of us to quarrel with her."

The Blood Warrior looked troubled.

"You remind of a question I once saw."

"What question?"

The Blood Warrior asked.

"Have you ever encountered any idiots among your colleagues at work?"

Liu Zheng replied.

He had just switched careers to beco a reporter when he saw that question and was in a period of dissatisfaction with his leaders and colleagues.

So he not only read all the top-rated answers under that question, but he also wrote an ultra-long reply of over ten thousand words anonymously, which even made it to the hopage.

Luckily, his leaders and colleagues weren’t really active on that platform, otherwise, Liu Zheng might have had to change careers again.

"Sigh!"

The Blood Warrior let out a long sigh.

"Condolences."

He cast a sympathetic glance at the Blood Warrior.

Given the Blood Warrior’s tough life, it was sad enough being in such a state, let alone having to deal with idiot colleagues.

"Huh?"

Liu Zheng seed to understand why the woman liked to chat with the Blood Warrior in the elevator.

"Is there really no way to deal with her?"

He asked.

"Of course, there is. If soone has the strength to withstand her and can incessantly talk about their own happiness to break her defense, not only will they avoid bad luck, but they can also absorb the fortune she has accumulated."

The Blood Warrior said.

"Is that so? Then wouldn’t her elevator doors be overwheld by people?"

No matter what, it’s still just an elevator, and strength probably can’t compare to that of a departnt manager or higher-level employees, and no one would ever complain about having too much luck.

"Managers and above can’t trigger this chanism, and a person can only trigger it once in their lifeti. The acquired luck will also gradually diminish, so what you’re talking about won’t happen."

The Blood Warrior explained.

"No wonder."

Liu Zheng nodded.

If there were no restrictions on this chanism, then that woman might be continuously stuffed with employees from the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse.

But now that he thought about it, he was actually interested in eting with that woman.

His last fortunate fishing excursion had caused a big commotion, but the results were still good.

Not only did he get to know the formidable Red Ghost, but he also left a deep impression on Si Xue.

Everyone who often works part-ti knows how important it is for the boss to rember you exist, even a negative impression can sotis be better than no impression at all.

Hence, there’s a saying: report your status whether there’s a reason to or not, your position will leap every year.

Speaking of which, he promised to help the White Feather Chicken blow up the lottery shop but had yet to do so. If he could be lucky again, maybe he could win the top prize?

At that ti, should he exchange his winnings for a al with the Supre Councilman, or get a truckload of Fertility dicine to make Niu Ma kneel before him and sing "Conquest"?

Ah, it’s really such a tough choice.

"Sir, sir?"

The Blood Warrior interrupted Liu Zheng’s wild thoughts.

"Cough cough, yes? What is it?"

He said, wiping the corner of his mouth.

"The elevator can’t be stopped indefinitely. If you are prepared, I must fulfill my promise."

The Blood Warrior said.

"Oh, go ahead and fulfill it. Wait, how are you going to fulfill it?"

Liu Zheng had a foreboding feeling.

"Since you have the Immortal body, naturally we’ll use the most convenient thod."

The Blood Warrior’s face revealed a hint of a smile, then he brazenly drew his sword.

The blade of "Corpse Killing Pill" lost its blood color, turning into a ghastly white like bone, and the back of the blade beca segnted with bony protrusions, resembling a spine.

"Heavenly Sound Killing Style·Final Form!"

He shouted the na of the technique, then swung his sword at Liu Zheng.

The sword wind passed through those bony protrusions, morphing into ghostly howls and wolf wails.

Blood clouds in the sky seed to resonate, pouring down a drizzle of blood rain.

"Brandishing a sword and riding through the ghostly rain, white bones pile high as startled birds take flight."

As he watched this scene, this line of poetry subconsciously popped into Liu Zheng’s mind.

However, although the opponent’s move had a frightening na and effects, he didn’t feel any real intent to kill.

Therefore, he did not use any tools but instead let a few drops of blood rain hit him experintally.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss!"

The parts that the blood touched imdiately showed nurous cuts, and fresh blood spurted out like water from a high-pressure hose.

Then, more blood rain fell on Liu Zheng, turning into countless invisible sword energies that quickly carved nurous sword patterns on his body.

However, under the deliberate control of the Blood Warrior, his head remained unhard.

"With such knife skills, it’s a real pity you’re not working in a kitchen."

Liu Zheng comnted.

"Haha, Your Excellency doesn’t know, before becoming a Samurai, I was a cook. And when at ho, I also take up the cooking duties."

The Blood Warrior said with so pride.

"Impressive, impressive."

He gave a thumbs up to the Blood Warrior with his tentacle that had been sliced into the shape of a spiral potato chip.

Since he was already flayed, the fetish outfit naturally could not be saved.

"Speaking of which, I’m not going to streak when I go out later, am I?"

Liu Zheng thought of an important issue.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, this is not a real material space; the injuries will only reflect on oneself and will not affect the items you carry with you."

The Blood Warrior replied.

"Oh, that’s fine then."

Otherwise, he really wouldn’t know how to explain to Thirteen Tiles that he entered the elevator a brawny man but ca out looking like a Tentacle Monster.

It’s not like he could say he was playing COSPLAY, right?

"So where is the crash course on sword technique you spoke of?"

With no system prompt, Liu Zheng suspected that this guy was just looking for an excuse to chop him up.

"Your Excellency, be patient, let the flesh grow back a bit first."

The Blood Warrior said with a mysterious smile.

"You better not be lying to , or else I’ll tell Female Elevator you like her when we get back."

He threatened.

"I am as good as my word; I am not even afraid of life and death, why would I deceive Your Excellency over a re sword technique?"

The Blood Warrior said with widened eyes.

"Besides, isn’t Your Excellency’s idea of revenge a bit too vicious?"

His eyes suddenly twinkled.

"Humph, one cannot stand firmly without being ruthless. Just don’t deceive , and I won’t take revenge."

Liu Zheng said proudly.

"Ah, I admire Your Excellency’s temperant. Had I been as ruthless as you back then, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up like this."

The Blood Warrior sighed again.

"Don’t think too much about it, even if you hadn’t had the accident that ti, who knows, maybe sothing would’ve happened next ti? Maybe your wife and children wouldn’t even have had a chance to save you, right?"

He consoled.

"...Is this how Your Excellency usually comforts people?"

The Blood Warrior asked with a complex expression.

"Of course, those who have been consoled by imdiately give up on suicide."

Liu Zheng bragged with pride.

Because they all ended up wanting to kill you, right?

"Your Excellency, you can press the elevator floor now."

The Blood Warrior decided to let him go quickly, finding conversation with him even more uncomfortable than chatting with Female Elevator.

As the Blood Warrior’s voice faded, the surrounding blood color quickly faded, and his figure gradually vanished.

"By the way, I still don’t know your na?"

Liu Zheng quickly asked.

"I no longer use my past na; now, in the bathhouse, my code na is, ’Yi Fa.’"

After saying this, the Blood Warrior disappeared completely.

"Good na, sounds like a master at Iaido."

He praised, not caring whether the Blood Warrior could hear him or not.

Bringing his attention back, Liu Zheng surveyed his surroundings.

He found himself in a very spacious elevator, about the size of a large elevator from a third-tier hospital.

However, unlike those dical large elevators, the walls and floors of this elevator were made of wood, even creaking and groaning when moved.

Considering the state of the elevator and the Blood Warrior’s experience, it’s no wonder he was so dissatisfied with Granny Tang.

This might also be Liu Zheng’s breakthrough in establishing a relationship with other employees of the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse.

As he thought, he pressed the button for the 7th floor.