The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 797 - 545: The Swordsmith Sacrifices Himself for the

"Huh? Wouldn’t he be grateful if I helped him solve his problem?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

"What’s a problem to you might not be a problem to others. Let ask you this: If you had to drink water from the Underwater River every day or choose between eating a fish from the sewer tonight and eating sewer sludge next ti, which one would you go for?"

The Pond Master asked.

"Hmm..."

He fell into thought.

"You get it now, right? Most people spend their entire lives drinking water from the Underwater River, never even getting a chance to accumulate enough for a fish. With this curse, at least when he eats a fish, it feels good. When he eats sludge, he just has to endure it and it’s over."

The Pond Master said.

"But what if the sludge is so much that it would kill him?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I wouldn’t know about that. Anyway, when I knew him, his bad luck hadn’t reached a fatal level."

"Where should I go to find him then?"

He asked again.

"Didn’t the newcor tell you?"

"I thought you might know. Your intelligence is definitely more reliable than so young punk’s."

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"Well, at least you have so insight. His house is at 188 Hat Street. I rember he likes reading adult magazines, you can buy a few as gifts for him."

The Pond Master said with satisfaction.

"So many years have passed, he hasn’t moved, right?"

He asked worriedly.

"He wouldn’t. That house is an heirloom, and his luck stabilizes only when he stays in the ancestral house at night. As long as nothing major happens to him, he definitely won’t move."

With soone like him, sothing major basically ans ga over.

"Okay."

As they say, having an elder at ho is like having a treasure. Indeed, knowing a few Lao Dengs is beneficial.

"By the way, what’s his na?"

It struck Liu Zheng that the Fisherman hadn’t told him the man’s na.

"I don’t know either. I just know his surna is Pu, but we all call him the Unlucky One."

"...He’s quite open-minded to still hang out with you guys. Though the nickna seems fitting."

He smirked.

"Do you think he’s playing with us? It’s more like we’re willing to play with him. Do you think his bad luck only affects him? Does the avalanche bury just one tree?"

The Pond Master said dismissively.

"True enough. You’re still willing to play with him?"

"When you’ve lived long enough, everything becos dull. But he’s fun to be around. Hahaha, thinking back it’s still bloody hilarious."

Recalling the past, the Pond Master couldn’t help but laugh.

"I can never understand the twisted humor of you Immortal Species. Thanks, Pond Master."

Out of courtesy, Liu Zheng expressed his gratitude.

"You’re welco. You did quite well last ti. Next ti you co across those with ulterior motives, make sure to keep them at arm’s length, got it?"

The Pond Master advised.

"So you know about what happened at Emperor’s Garden?"

He was taken aback, then quickly understood.

"Obviously, I’m hiding away, not dead."

The Pond Master replied grumpily.

"Then why didn’t you co out and help? Salmon and I almost got beaten to death by that birdman."

Liu Zheng complained.

"Couldn’t help even if I wanted to. Even when I was whole, I couldn’t take her on, let alone now when I’m just a face."

The Pond Master admitted frankly.

"Alright, wasn’t really counting on you anyway."

"You brat, I..."

He hung up the phone before the Pond Master could curse.

"To the newsstand."

Getting into the sports car, Liu Zheng instructed the Driver.

"Okay."

The Driver didn’t ask which newsstand and stepped on the gas, heading straight to the destination.

Looking at the familiar glass window and the dozing owner inside, Liu Zheng couldn’t help feeling nostalgic.

He didn’t expect to be dealing with this pure at sausage again soday.

But upon thinking, it made sense. Who would date soone like the Unlucky One, who’s constantly in trouble and drags others down with him?

No matter what his sexual orientation is, he’d end up lonely anyway.

"Hmm, maybe this is my breakthrough point."

Liu Zheng thought as he stepped forward and knocked on the glass.

"Hey, boss, wake up, you’ve got business."

"The starchy ones or the pure at ones?"

The owner jerked up.

"Boss, have you forgotten you run a newsstand?"

He squinted.

"If I relied on selling newspapers, I’d have starved by now."

The owner rubbed his eyes and saw who it was.

"Oh, it’s you. What, did Niu Ma send you for adult magazines again?"

The owner looked up.

"No, my boss is on a self-reform phase, it’s buying them this ti."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"You look pretty righteous, didn’t expect you to be into that."

The owner sneered.

"Desires are natural. Reading so adult magazines is better than committing cris. But I’m not reading them myself, they’re gifts."

"You still have a way with words. Co in."

The owner opened the door for him.

"Does your newsstand really need you to open the door for soone to enter?"

Once inside, Liu Zheng couldn’t resist comnting.

"Of course, it’s necessary. It’s not like you don’t know what else I sell here."

The owner said knowingly.

"And you’re telling so blatantly?"

"Isn’t what you do at the Bloody Restaurant any better? Besides, I’ve definitely got approval from the higher-ups. Do you think a flimsy old door can stop anyone?"

The owner said without reservation.

"Then why bother with the door?"

"It’s all about the ritual. Can’t be too blatant. Plus, what if so clueless person barges in and makes everything public?"

The owner justified.

"Makes sense, you’re a wise man, boss. I respect that."