The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 713: Repeat the Chapter to maintain full attendance;

Liu Zheng put the thread ball into the Legendary Takeout Box and pocketed the Weaving Spider Lady’s thread ball.

This was to avoid confusion; otherwise, if the wrapping thread ball is thrown as the search thread ball when needed, that would be a bit awkward.

"Alright, the second thing. I have two friends whose leather coats and hats need repair with the thread used last ti."

Liu Zheng said.

"Here you go."

Two glowing threads floated out from under the box.

"So straightforward? How much?"

He asked in surprise.

"Hold on, human, what is your na?"

"Liu Zheng."

He replied.

"Okay."

A few minutes later, the Box Weaving Spider handed out a docunt written with a fluorescent pen.

"Agreed by both parties, Liu Zheng will use office bugs to partially offset the cost of two ’Spirit Silks’. If Liu Zheng fails to provide the sufficient quantity and quality of office bugs, the price for each ’Spirit Silk’ is five hundred thousand, payable within one week from today. Otherwise, Liu Zheng will bear all legal responsibilities."

"Tsk, you’re trying to forge an unequal treaty with here."

Liu Zheng grinned.

"You probably haven’t seen real inequality, human."

The Box Weaving Spider said with a mocking tone.

"From my perspective, this contract clearly puts at a disadvantage."

"Then take on more if you’re at a disadvantage."

He replied without hesitation.

"Forget it if I can’t sign."

"This contract isn’t even written well, how can I sign it?"

Liu Zheng said.

"Where isn’t it written well?"

"The part about offsetting partial paynt, how much is partial, you haven’t clarified."

He spread his appendages.

"How much do you think should be written?"

"Since you asked, I’ll na a figure, one million two hundred thousand."

He said with audacity.

"Then you can leave, I’m not doing this business."

"I’m asking for sky-high, you make a counteroffer, don’t you even have this much patience to run a business?"

Liu Zheng said disdainfully.

"We from the Spider Clan aren’t rchants, we are craftsn."

The Box Weaving Spider said.

"Alright, alright, I know you all can sing and dance. So, how much do you say should be offset?"

"Five hundred thousand."

"That’s too little. How about this, each of us takes a step back, how about eight hundred thousand?"

He probed.

"Okay."

The Box Weaving Spider agreed readily.

"Wow, such flexibility, huh?"

Liu Zheng said in surprise.

"Besides a few old-tirs, I’m the only one in the Spider Clan who can make ’Spirit Lines’ now, the price is up to to decide."

"If you make happy, I might even give it to you for free."

"But if you make unhappy, I’d rather go into hiding or even retreat into the Ten Thousand Great Mountains than let you ever get a ’Spirit Line’ again."

The Box Weaving Spider said firmly.

"I an, there’s no need for that, it makes sound like so creepy obsessive fan."

He squinted his eyes.

The Box Weaving Spider ignored him, revised the contract and handed it out again.

"Agreed by both parties, Liu Zheng will use office bugs to offset the eighty thousand paynt for two ’Spirit Silks’..."

"Is it okay now?"

The Box Weaving Spider asked.

"It’s okay. Where’s the pen?"

"No need for a pen. Just use your fingertip."

The Box Weaving Spider said.

"Where do I have a fingertip?"

Liu Zheng grumbled while using the tip of his appendage to write his na on the paper.

The Box Weaving Spider also signed with its na, then split the contract in half and handed one part to him.

"I’m off."

With the items in hand, Liu Zheng didn’t linger, greeted, and turned to leave.

Once out of the Silk Cave, he threw out the thread ball given by the Weaving Spider Lady.

The thread ball rolled a few tis on the ground, the thread end suddenly stood upright like a flagpole, resembling a radar antenna.

After probing for a while, the thread end seed to find its target and drove the thread ball rolling swiftly southeastward.

"Colonel, follow it!"

Liu Zheng jumped onto the tank and said.

"You want to chase a thread ball..."

The driver seed a bit reluctant.

67676"Later I’ll take you to bomb the eleventh floor again."

"Quite a unique experience indeed."

The driver stepped on the gas.

The tank chased the thread ball for over ten minutes until it arrived at the entrance of an alley.

The thread ball rolled into the alley entrance and then disappeared.

"Drive in."

Liu Zheng estimated the width of the alley entrance and said.

"Can’t get through."

The driver shook his head.

"Why?"

He asked.

"There are things only you can do, and places only you can go. If you want to keep chasing, you’ll have to get out of the car."

The driver didn’t give a direct answer.

"Fine."

After secretly despising the driver’s enigmatic ways, Liu Zheng climbed out of the tank.

Switching back to full firepower mode, he cautiously stepped into the alley.

After feeling like he passed through a mbrane, Liu Zheng arrived inside the alley.

No ambushes, no well-prepared enemies, just rows of strangely familiar rooms.

"What is this? A low-version black market?"

While pondering, the ball of string beneath his feet continued rolling forward.

Liu Zheng hurriedly followed it to a door.

He glanced at the door; it had no markings.

Thinking it over, he decided to knock.

"Who?"

A cold, raspy voice ca from inside the room.

"Hello, I was referred by soone."

Liu Zheng said, pinching his voice.

"Who?"

"I don’t know them; I just bought the intel. They told you have what I want."

He recited his pre-prepared lines.

"Co in."

After a mont of silence, the person inside the room said.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng pushed open the door, and the next second, a black limb darted towards his chest like lightning.

"Damn!"

He narrowly dodged but still got his tentacle pierced by the black limb.

After a mont of pain, a numb itching sensation quickly spread.

"Damn damn!"

Without hesitation, Liu Zheng raised the slaughter knife and chopped off the pierced tentacle at its base.

Before he could lift the knife again, a giant spider with a human head crashed through the door, lunging at him.

Two tallic forelimbs thrust down like spears, and the human head opened its mouth to spit a web towards his head.

"Damn damn damn!"

Liu Zheng’s heart was filled with shock and anger.

He was always the one ambushing others; it was surprising to be ambushed this ti.

Reverse Tian Gang!

Under the catalyst of the rusty knife, his anger disorder flared up again.

Muscle fibers rapidly swelled, and purple-black armored skin split open, revealing pink flesh underneath. The tentacle he just cut off quickly regrew.

Red blood flowed down the tentacle to the rusty knife, dyeing the dark red rust even brighter.

Liu Zheng swung the rusty knife and slaughter knife, blocking the two forelimbs.

At the sa ti, he stomped his foot, retreating backward and dodging the web.

The human-headed spider didn’t speak, chased after him, and thrust down two more forelimbs.

This ti, Liu Zheng looked at the approach, swung his knife to clash, and sparks flew.

"Wow, it’s so hard."

He clicked his tongue.

Since he obtained the Legendary Armor, it was the first ti encountering such tough flesh.

"Your attack, it’s strange."

The human-headed spider, looking down from above, finally spoke.

"Pretty good, this is a genuine weapon."

It said with so pride.

"Hmm?"

Liu Zheng looked carefully, noticing the splicing marks where its two forelimbs connected to the body.

Moreover, for spider legs, they were a bit too smooth in shape.

"Wow, they really are spears, so damn unscrupulous!"

His inner rage intensified, his skin cracked like parched land, and blood flowed freely.

The rust on the rusty knife gradually faded under the wash of blood, revealing the underlying color.

"Not enough, still not enough!"

Liu Zheng shouted loudly, directly thrusting his chest towards the spider’s spear-like legs.

Blood spurted; his chest was pierced effortlessly, and the toxins spread instantly.

Yet again, without hesitation, he raised the knife and cut away the flesh and bone near the wound.

"You damn bastard, it hurts!"

Liu Zheng cursed loudly, his heart’s fury almost turned tangible.

"Condition t, ’Anger’ unsealed to ’Seven Deadly Sins·Anger’."

The system prompt suddenly sounded.

"Finally enough!"

Looking at the rusty knife in his hand, at this mont, the rust on the blade had entirely faded, and the blue-gold dragon scales reflected dazzling light.

The previously decaying knife handle also restored its original form, the dragon’s head’s maw looking imposing.

Before he could see the item’s introduction, the Dragon Scale Blade underwent another change.

Its blade kept lengthening and narrowing until it reached about eighty centiters, transforming from the original cleaver into a shape closer to a horizontal knife.

"So damn cool! Hahaha!"

Ignoring the pain on his body and the enemy in front, Liu Zheng laughed wildly.