The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 802 - 547: The 5-Star Migrant Worker Luther Once Sai

"Tomb Guardian, your subordinates are quite rebellious."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"They’re not my subordinates. But yes, they are indeed rebellious."

The Tomb Guardian said, raising a horse whip that had sohow appeared in his hand.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the Wandering Corpse that was standing straight beca a Wandering Corpse lying straight.

"Snap!"

Another crisp sound, and the belly of the Wandering Corpse, unhard from falling hundreds of ters from the sky, was whipped open, revealing its bluish-purple intestines.

"Squeeze its intestine oil into the bowl."

The Tomb Guardian instructed.

"Got it."

Liu Zheng agreed without hesitation, then casually walked up to the Wandering Corpse.

The Wandering Corpse’s blood-red eyes stared intently at him, its fangs protruding as if ready to bite through his neck at any mont.

"What are you looking at? Do you think you’re scary? Any movie you appear in can only be considered a fantasy action film, you know?"

Liu Zheng squatted down, tapped its cheek with a knife, and said.

When he used to watch zombie movies back in the day, he was never scared, let alone now.

We’re all not human, who’s afraid of whom?

If it weren’t for the Tomb Guardian stepping in, Liu Zheng would’ve considered chopping this guy up and bringing it back to the restaurant for a taste.

"I’ve eaten ’zombie at’ before, but I haven’t really eaten zombie at."

He pulled out a section of the Wandering Corpse’s intestine, then pressed it hard.

A drop of pungent, stinky intestine oil erged, then wobbled into the bowl.

The originally yellow bowl was imdiately stained brown by the intestine oil, but the unpleasant sll strangely disappeared.

Liu Zheng looked at the item description again and found it had changed.

"Na: Zombie Intestine Smoke Pipe"

"Type: Equipnt"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect One: Slightly reduces player charm."

"Effect Two: Can absorb and store a large amount of fla. Item is destroyed if storage limit is exceeded."

"Note: The five-star Migrant Worker Luther once said, he has never seen such a smoke pipe."

"Can be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Goodness, directly went from boosting charm to reducing charm."

He raised an eyebrow.

But he was never focused on charm anyway, so reducing a bit of charm didn’t matter much.

Besides, he wouldn’t equip this thing regularly; pulling it out for temporary use was also no problem.

"Next ti, have so sense and don’t just think about eating."

Liu Zheng mocked, stuffing the intestines back in.

The Wandering Corpse bounced up, about to attack despite its belly wound.

"Stop!"

The Tomb Guardian said calmly, and the Wandering Corpse imdiately froze in place.

"You can leave now."

He said.

"Roar!"

The Wandering Corpse let out an angry roar at Liu Zheng, then flew away reluctantly.

"Sir, I have sothing to say, if I may."

Liu Zheng probed.

"Speak."

"Isn’t your managent too lenient?"

He comnted.

Look at the Bloody Restaurant, let alone confronting face-to-face; Niu Ma almost got killed by Si Xue just for saying sothing wrong.

And when facing the enraged sewer, the Fisherman could only teleport Liu Zheng and the others away and then wait to die with his eyes closed.

At least within landmarks, employees facing the spokesperson and the spokesperson facing the landmark itself almost have no power to resist.

Unlike the cetery, where ghouls and Wandering Corpses dare to stir up trouble in front of the Tomb Guardian.

"Because they’re not my employees. Besides following cetery regulations, they’re free."

The Tomb Guardian said calmly.

Without a subordinate relationship, there is no absolute control, and pure violent threats are less effective on the dead than on the living.

The cetery’s area is only slightly smaller than the sewer, yet its personnel count is unknown how many tis greater than the restaurant’s.

In terms of resources, the Tomb Guardian might have the most among all the spokespersons.

But due to the cetery’s unique nature, his authority is actually the lowest.

Though he himself doesn’t seem to care much about this.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

If the person himself doesn’t care, there’s nothing more to say.

"Anything else? If not, I’m going back to tend the cattle."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"There is, there is. Could I trouble you to lend a hand later?"

Liu Zheng told him about the curse on the unlucky family.

"Are you buying yogurt?"

The Tomb Guardian asked.

"Yes! Is five tubs enough?"

He responded decisively.

"The yogurt isn’t selling well, help out the dairy farrs."

The Tomb Guardian said earnestly, quoting an ad slogan.

"Ten tubs!"

Liu Zheng said with a pained expression.

This ti, he couldn’t trade French Plane Tree’s coffin for a discount; ten tubs would be a million.

"Thank you for your generous support."

The Tomb Guardian proactively reached out and shook his hand.

"No 20% discount this ti?"

Liu Zheng tried to bargain a bit.

"Then I’ll give you an 80% discount on the gift too."

The Tomb Guardian replied.

"Then forget it. I just love buying at the original price; buying discounted stuff makes cough."

He said stubbornly.

Actually, thinking it over, it wasn’t really a loss. The Hell Honey Yogurt could be gifted to the shelter or the clinic.

With Red Ghost and Doctor Nile’s personalities, they would definitely give him a fitting return gift.

Liu Zheng counted out a million and handed it to the Tomb Guardian, who in return gave him the sa paper box as last ti.

He took the paper box and found a Brass Bullet inside.

"This is the gift."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"But Sir, what if I don’t have a gun?"

Liu Zheng said with a bitter smile.

"As long as it’s shot out, it’s fine."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Huh?"

He had a bad feeling.

"Put the bullet into your..."

The Tomb Guardian thought he didn’t understand and was ready to explain in detail.

"No need to say more, I already understand."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacle dismissively.

"Oh."

The Tomb Guardian closed his mouth.

"You’re joking, right? You must be joking, right?"

He asked with one last shred of hope.

"No."

The Tomb Guardian dashed his hopes.

"Can I borrow your gun or soone else’s gun?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Ten million, no way."

"Alright."

He accepted reality with a wry smile.

"Thwack!"

The Tomb Guardian swung the horse whip, knocking off the cowboy hat on his head.

The hat spun a few tis in the air and landed squarely back on the Tomb Guardian’s head.

"Goodbye."

He lowered the brim, whistling as he galloped toward the sunset.

"Damn, that’s cool!"

Liu Zheng sighed, watching his back.

Well, if you ignore the fact that he was riding an air horse.

Liu Zheng put away the yogurt and pocketed the bullet, sprinting towards the cetery direction.

Perhaps it was the Tomb Guardian’s aura on the bullet, as no wandering spirits ca out to cause trouble on his way, allowing him to smoothly arrive at the "Die Happily" Funeral Ho’s cetery area, where the bald manager was waiting for him at the entrance.

"This way, Mr. Liu."

The bald manager led him to the Yin House he had purchased for the Earth Spirit.

The two-story window from the surface was bright and clear, with spotless white walls, surrounded by plenty of flower beds and green belts.

"How is it? My recomndation was spot-on, right?"

The bald manager asked proudly.

"It’s better than where I currently live as a living person."

Liu Zheng quipped.

"With your ability, you’ll certainly live in a place even better than this in the future."

The bald manager flattered him.

"Hmm?"

Upon saying this, they both felt sothing was off.

"Of course, I ant a house for the living."

The bald manager quickly added.

"Well, thank you for your good words. Let’s hurry and start the ceremony."

Liu Zheng urged.

"Alright, alright."

Since ti was tight, they kept it simple, quickly arriving at the final part.

"Godfather, please lend a helping hand, as I ask our ancestors."

He kneeled in front of the morial photo and said.

The Earth Spirit in the morial photo nodded gently.

At this point, there was nothing he couldn’t let go of.

"Thank you, godfather. I’ll offer a few more grave-sweeping packages in return to honor you later."

Liu Zheng placed two Black Talismans on either side of the morial photo fra.

Upper couplet: Doing good deeds all your life, leaving a fragrant na through the ages.

Lower couplet: Noble virtues passed down the village, shining examples for future generations.

Upon seeing the inscriptions on the couplets, the Earth Spirit frowned.

But seeing the content, he smiled.

"Let’s begin."

With everything ready, Liu Zheng said to the bald manager.