The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 759 - 525: 18 Beauties, 18 Touches2

Doctor Nile said.

"Hmm."

Liu Zheng nodded without saying anything.

He couldn’t say sothing like "It’s their fate," but lacking the ability to change it, he could only stay silent.

"But, fortunately, they t ."

Doctor Nile shifted the topic.

"Oh? Doctor, do you have a solution?"

Liu Zheng exclaid joyfully.

"You’ve forgotten, my scarab can turn dung into dicine, and this dicine dung has its own nourishing effects, perfect for treating these hidden injuries and chronic illnesses."

Doctor Nile said.

"Then where do we get so much dung?"

He asked.

"You’ve eaten so much of it, and now you can’t rember where to get it."

Doctor Nile chuckled.

"Oh, I get it, the sewer."

Liu Zheng said expressionlessly.

Well then, he was inevitably connected to the sewer, especially its dung.

"As long as you know, go quick and find so dung, a few can’t hold on any longer; if they can’t consu the dicine dung, it won’t be long now."

Doctor Nile said.

Actually, it is possible to treat them, but he’s not running the clinic as a charity, giving discounts to Liu Zheng for those girls is already his limit.

"Wait, Doctor, can’t you also go to the sewer? Why can’t you take care of the dung yourself?"

Liu Zheng attempted to resist.

"You dare say; my guards were half-dead because of you. If I go out again, who’s going to look after the clinic this big?"

Doctor Nile glared.

"Fine, fine, I’ll go, okay?"

Knowing his own fault, he reluctantly accepted the burden.

"Damn it, I need to get Niu Daji the qualification to freely enter and exit the sewer, and this kind of thing will be handed over to it in the future."

Liu Zheng mused.

Niu Daji felt a sudden chill as it was rushing to the target location.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now."

Liu Zheng said.

"Go, go."

Doctor Nile waved him away like a pesky fly.

"Alas, the world is sliding into depravity, and human hearts are growing cold."

He sighed, pretending pensiveness as he left the clinic.

"You talk too much."

The Sphinx wrapped its tail around his waist and hurled him into the car.

"Quite a novel way to board a car."

The driver quipped as he saw Liu Zheng upside down in the passenger seat.

"Cough, cough, you don’t get it, Colonel, boarding this way helps exercise the neck and promote blood circulation."

Liu Zheng said earnestly.

"Really? Then you should always board this way; if inconvenient, I can help you."

"Let’s skip that. Too much is bad; exercising occasionally is enough. Let’s go, off to ’Die Happy’ funeral ho."

He said after turning over.

The funeral ho was a bit far from the clinic, but with the sports car’s superb performance and the driver’s outstanding driving skills, they reached the destination in just over ten minutes.

The ’Die Happy’ funeral ho’s storefront wasn’t big, and the decor leaned towards a blend of urban and rural.

But since the old man himself requested, the quality wasn’t a concern.

"Welco."

Upon Liu Zheng’s arrival at the funeral ho, a round-faced, bald man greeted him.

The bald man wore a slightly oversized suit, black-frad glasses, sported a little mustache, his face bearing a pretentious and rcenary smile, with small eyes full of appraisal and calculation.

"I want to arrange a funeral."

Liu Zheng said directly.

"Of course, everyone who cos here is arranging funerals; those wanting others to hold one should go to the black market."

The bald man joked.

"What packages do you have here?"

He asked.

"As soon as you walk in, you ask about a package; sir, you’re indeed quick. But funerals and weddings are major life events; they shouldn’t be rushed. How about we first look at the cetery grounds?"

The bald man suggested.

"You have ceteries here? Aren’t they all in the cetery?"

Liu Zheng asked in confusion.

"Sir, you sound knowledgeable. Yes, indeed, ceteries are all in a cetery, but we have an agreent with them. As long as you’ve chosen your cetery plot and house type here, we can imdiately send a team to construct it, ensuring no delay in the burial."

The bald man’s voice was filled with rising and falling pitches as if he were giving a speech rather than a sales pitch.

"Alright, let’s take a look."

Since he’s acknowledged a godfather, not picking even a house type seems a bit too much.

"Very well, this way, please."

The bald man led Liu Zheng to the center of the hall.

"Xiao Lu, show our guest the latest house layouts."

The bald man commanded.

"Got it, Manager."

A slightly accented voice emanated from the ground.

Liu Zheng looked down, seeing a woman in a shirt and skirt embedded in the floor tiles.

Once she spoke, her body began to rise and morph, quickly transforming into the typical sand table found in sales centers.

"Sir, take a look; this is our ticulously crafted upscale community within the cetery, all with excellent feng shui, an underground CBD, a life’s after-garden."

The bald man produced a pointer from sowhere, gesturing at the sand table as he passionately spoke.

Liu Zheng looked at the cetery models within the sand table, each marked with a number.

"Are these all the purchased cetery plots?"

He asked.

"Exactly. Every owner residing in our community has been carefully selected, ensuring they are high-quality individuals. Additionally, we’ve provided the community with professional butlers to et owners’ needs and resolve conflicts between them, guaranteeing a more comfortable living experience than they had while alive."

The bald man nodded.

"Are the butlers living or dead?"

Liu Zheng asked casually.

"We employ a double-butler system; deceased butlers handle affairs within the cetery, while living butlers manage external ones, ensuring specialized roles and tasks, ultimately encapsulating professionalism!"

The bald man exclaid loudly.

"Sounds good. How much for this suite?"

He pointed to a large flat suite.

"Sir, you have a keen eye; this suite is a scarce sunshine luxury residence, featuring dual bathrooms, a spacious living area, dual balconies, and a duplex design..."

"Stop, stop, isn’t this supposed to be a large flat suite?"

Liu Zheng interrupted the bald man’s endless speech.

"This is the second floor, the first floor is underground."

The bald man explained.

"...Okay, what does scarce sunshine an, is there sun in the cetery?"

"We have equipped the community with professional grade sun lamps, specifically provided for owners in need."

The bald man said calmly.

"...Impressive. I’ve heard you’ve got quite a few exciting projects here, like ’Eighteen Partings’ and ’Sister Flowers’ and such."

"Sir, is the deceased in your family an elderly master?"

The bald man raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know?"

"People who request both projects, nine out of ten are usually elderly masters. Eighteen Partings co in several levels, which are you interested in?"

The bald man asked.

"What types do you have?"

"There’s Eighteen Copper n, Eighteen Scholars, Eighteen Beauties, Eighteen Martial Arts, Eighteen Weapons, Eighteen Layers of Hell, Eighteen Touches, etc. If you sign up for a mbership on-site, we have a hidden Eighteen Arhats project."

The bald man said.

"We also have a collaboration with the taverse."

He suddenly leaned over and whispered to Liu Zheng.

"Forget Eighteen Arhats, what’s this Eighteen Touches?"

Liu Zheng had just killed a bunch of bald ones; if the Eighteen Arhats ca, it would surely be a funeral for him.

"Oh, it’s eighteen massage experts simultaneously massaging the deceased during their burial."

The bald man said.

"Eighteen of them, is there room?"

He squinted.

Perhaps only the Giant Clan could enjoy this project.

"Sir’s mistaken; I an literally, eighteen massage experts represent eighteen hands."

The bald man calmly explained.

"..."

What the heck, eighteen massage expert hands, with so many hands moving around the deceased, folks supposing it’s a funeral project, others might think it’s desecrating the corpse.

"What’s with Sister Flowers then?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Sister Flowers co in two tiers here. Xiao Di, please bring ’Sister Flowers’ out for the guest."

The bald man ordered.

"Yes, Manager."

A woman in professional attire erged from behind a black cloth in the corner of the hall.

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