The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 670 - 481: I treat you as a grandson, but you want t

"Co, co, Sun Thief—oh no, young man, have so tea."

The old man, looking no different from when he was alive except for his translucent body, said eagerly.

"Uh, no need, I don’t like tea, thank you."

Looking at the murky tea in the cup, Liu Zheng kindly declined.

"Don’t be shy. It’s your first ti here and you won’t even take a sip of tea? That’s just rude."

The old man urged.

"Alright, this tea looks moldy to , I really can’t drink it."

Having failed to politely refuse, he had no choice but to speak frankly.

"So disrespectful, and you still want to be my filial son or grandson?"

The old man’s face turned gloomy, his translucent body quickly solidifying, and his once lively appearance began to rot and stink.

"It’s not about disrespect; I’m just being honest. Plus, I never said I’d be your filial son or grandson; I simply agreed to mourn for you."

Liu Zheng shook his head and said.

"You won’t even drink my tea, how can I expect you to handle my funeral?"

The old man snorted.

"That depends on how you want to handle it. The dead hold great respect, but things still need to be handled by the living."

"If you want everything done your way, that’s impossible. Not even my real parents would force to do things."

"However, I can ensure your funeral is grand and enviable to everyone in the community, and when I mourn for you, I won’t be cursing you in my heart while I’m bowing."

He spoke calmly.

"Not according to my wishes? Wait until I keep you here with for a while, then you’ll obediently beco my grandson."

Countless spiritual lights erged from the corners of the room, rging into the old man’s body, and his figure suddenly swelled into a giant rotting corpse.

Having been an Earth Spirit for so long, he had already fused with the house.

"But you probably won’t be able to keep ."

Liu Zheng took out the delivery order.

"I might not be able to beat you, but you can’t keep either. When I co back, it’ll be you kneeling in front of begging to be my grandson."

He said coldly.

Then he would explode the old man’s body until only a finger was left, directly using it to write a recomndation letter.

"Young people shouldn’t be so arrogant!"

The old man’s voice beca even more terrifying in his rage, and the sickening stench and noise tortured Liu Zheng’s senses simultaneously.

"How can you be young without so arrogance?!"

Liu Zheng shouted back, raising his voice.

"What are you yelling so loud for?"

The old man defiantly shouted back.

"Go find the property managent if you’re all that!"

"Wasn’t it the property managent who told you to co find ?!"

"Then talk properly! I haven’t even hired an embalr for you, looking like this is for what?"

"You! I’m furious!"

The old man’s figure swelled to the limit in anger and then exploded.

Gale winds mixed with rotten flesh, bones, and visceral organs slamd Liu Zheng against the wall.

"Bah!"

He spat out a broken bone from his mouth and stood up.

Then he looked around, and the room was clean and tidy, nothing chaotic or out of place as if it was all just a hallucination.

And the old man had returned to his original appearance, staring at him with a sour expression.

"Looking like this still has so human resemblance. I must say, quite a handso old man; in the cetery, you’ll probably hook up with a few bun-head old ladies for so square dancing."

Liu Zheng comnted.

"Really? Are there really bun-headed old ladies in the cetery?"

The old man’s face changed and suddenly beca bashful.

"Such a large cetery, how could there not be a few bun-headed old ladies? Even if there aren’t, I’ll bury a few in for you, whatever kind you want, just say the word."

He said generously.

Ordinary people in the tropolis definitely want to be buried in the cetery when they die. As long as he’s willing to pay, as many old ladies as he wants, whether they’re living or dead, it’s not a problem.

Not to ntion the living ones willing to send themselves into coffins ahead of ti aren’t few.

In reality, there are even such examples, willing to poison themselves for a pri feng shui spot.

Of course, sending people in to accompany the old man is doable, but whether it will work out is beyond Liu Zheng’s control; he’s not a pimp.

"Boasting, right? You, a delivery guy, can pull that off?"

The old man expressed disbelief.

"Haha."

Liu Zheng sneered and then took out sothing yellow and gleaming, casually tossing it on the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three gold bars hit the floor, leaving three small dents in the wooden floor.

"Keep smashing?"

His hand reached into the Legendary Takeout Box, eager to try.

"No need, no need, it’s not your floor, you won’t feel sorry, huh."

The old man said with a pained expression.

"You agreed to recognize as your son, so doesn’t that make it my floor? Also, Lao Deng, what are you pretending? This floor clearly can’t be damaged."

Liu Zheng looked at the floor, and those little dents were healing at a visible speed.

"Nonsense, are you smashing the floor? You’re smashing ."

The old man grumbled.

"Back to the point, why are you so eager to be my grandson? You seem to get along with my temper; I don’t mind telling you openly. I don’t have savings, treasures, not even this house is mine. What are you after?"

"Nothing much, I just want you to recomnd as an honorary hoowner."

He replied.

"Honorary hoowner?"

The old man thought for a mont before recalling what that was.

"What use is that thing?"

He asked, perplexed.

"What’s useless to you doesn’t an it’s useless to . Just like how others can’t understand why you want soone to mourn for you, but for you, it’s well-understood."