The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 803 - 548: Wishing Monkey Paw, Golden Lotus of Fortu

"Guys, are you ready?"

The bald manager took a suona from an employee and shouted loudly.

"Ready!"

The employees holding various musical instrunts and magic artifacts replied.

"Kansanmida, music, go go go!"

"Waaah!"

The bald manager put the mouthpiece in his mouth, puffed his cheeks, and the high-pitched sound of the suona resonated through the sky.

"If you pass away, rember to invite a Taoist. Monks and priests are fine, but it’s best to have a Taoist. Burn money paper, spirit talisman paper, soul guiding paper, and banner paper. They don’t do any of that, just mumble a few words..."

The lead singer of the funeral band sang aloud, his powerful bel canto even temporarily drowned out the sound of the suona.

"Your expression makes dying seem carefree, while I brood with lancholy about the burdens of living. If you still want to be worshipped in the future, lend so virtue from the underworld!"

"Filial son, kneel and thank your ancestors!"

The bald manager ordered.

Liu Zheng did not hesitate, kneeling down with three hard bangs, so forceful that he cracked his skull.

"The sincerity of the filial son moves heaven and earth, ancestors, return your souls!"

The bald manager said loudly.

Whirlwinds of bleak wind rose from the ground, swirling around Liu Zheng.

Strings of ghostly chatter intertwined with the sinister wind, making him feel like a model being critiqued by a panel of judges.

"Ancestors, return your souls!"

The bald manager shouted again.

The eerie wind intensified, but that was as far as it went.

"Ancestors who protect their descendants are revered, those who don’t are like Lao Deng. Give face or I’ll turn over your coffins and toss your ashes into the Underwater River mixed with excrent!"

Liu Zheng said coldly.

Upon hearing this, the sinister wind surged ferociously, with faces like will-o-the-wisps appearing within, looking extrely terrifying.

"What? Want to fight? Bring it on then, I’ve slain gods and demons, but never ghosts. Today, I’ll have my fill!"

He showed no fear.

To the average player, these bodiless phantoms are a troubleso foe.

But he had true damage at his disposal, killing these old ghosts was easier than killing chickens.

Just as tensions were about to explode on both sides, the morial photo suddenly shone with golden light and charged into the sinister wind.

Intense ghostly chatter erupted from the wind, like a cluster of ghosts in a noisy brawl.

"What are they saying?"

Liu Zheng asked the bald manager.

"Your godfather is tongue-battling your ancestors." The bald manager summarized.

"So exciting. How’s the battle going?"

He asked.

"Currently deadlocked. Oh? Your god-grandfather joined your godfather’s side, and the scales are tipping in that direction." The bald manager said.

Soon, with the addition of Liu Zheng’s god great-grandfather, the situation quickly tilted in favor of his godfather.

After a cacophony of ghostly symphonic chatter like a makeshift band playing, the sinister wind fell silent.

Then, threads of dark blue and black vapor floated from the sinister wind, rging into two elegiac couplets.

"It’s done!"

The bald manager breathed a sigh of relief, seizing the opportunity to shout again.

"Ancestors, return your souls, bestow the virtue of the underworld, bless descendants!"

As he recited the spell, the dark blue and black vapors rged into the elegiac couplets like a whale sucking water.

Maybe the extraction was too swift, as ghostly chatter rose again from the sinister wind, but the golden light surged, suppressing them.

"But, godson, it wasn’t in vain treating you well." Liu Zheng gave a nod to the Earth Spirit.

"Mr. Liu, get ready, the critical mont has co." The bald manager reminded.

"Understood." He nodded, tentacles ready to strike.

"Esteed guests in condolence, bringing honor and glory, great fortune ahead, may flowers bloom with wealth!"

The bald manager finished the spell, took a deep breath, puffing his cheeks like an African giant frog.

"Waaaah!!!" The sound from the suona, like a Phoenix crying blood, overpowered everything, whether it was the funeral band’s performance or ghostly chatter in the sinister wind.

"Great fortune ahead, may flowers bloom with wealth!" The bald manager urged again, as the characters on the elegiac couplets gradually turned gold and red.

Once all characters turned gold and red, the couplets ignited from the bottom with sapphire and black flas.

Within the faint flas, a gold and red three-grade lotus pedestal slowly took shape.

"A three-grade lotus ford, just whose fortune did Mr. Liu borrow?"

The bald manager felt a shock.

Though only hosting this secret technique for the second ti, he had ticulously reviewed the mortuary’s archives.

The Earth Spirit and his ancestors’ virtue weren’t thin, but at most could only condense into a second-grade Golden Lotus of Fortune.

The gap between a second-grade and a third-grade lotus is like the difference between Master Kang and Kang Shuaibo, Audi, and Audi Twin Diamonds.

Therefore, it must be the one who wrote the elegiac couplets that had such bountiful fortune, forcibly elevating what should have been a second-grade Golden Lotus of Fortune to a third-grade level.

"This fortune isn’t easy to borrow." The bald manager felt so concern.

While fortune backlash mainly affects the borrower, these accomplices could also be implicated, he hoped this generous Mr. Liu was truly prepared.

"Mr. Liu, how long do you want the fortune to last?"

The bald manager asked.

"An hour, I think." Liu Zheng considered.

If there’s no delay on the road, an hour should be enough to scratch lottery tickets and hit a store.

"Alright. Waaah!" The bald manager blew a short note, a black number 1 shot from the horn’s mouth, flying towards the Golden Lotus of Fortune.

Just as the black nural was about to rge into the lotus, a furry hand stretched open the lotus bud.

This furry hand had only four fingers, three of which were unusually long, while the thumb was exceptionally short.