CHAPTER 854: CHAPTER 573: LIU ZHENG: I’M A WORKER, NOT A WISH MACHINE (PART 2)

Faced with the blood-red clouds in the sky and the warriors wielding sharp blades, his tone was as relaxed as if he were at home.

"I thought you’d never return."

Samurai Yifa’s tone revealed no joy or anger.

"Then you underestimated me. If I were that kind of person, I wouldn’t have lived long enough to meet you."

Liu Zheng shook his head and said.

"By the way, don’t kill the attendant who came in with me."

He instructed.

"I am not one who delights in killing. But I wonder how your progress has been regarding the task I entrusted to you?"

Samurai Yifa asked.

"No progress for now."

Liu Zheng said honestly.

"A man’s anger can spill blood within five steps. Do you think I won’t get angry?"

Samurai Yifa’s tone changed slightly, and he gripped the sword handle in reverse.

"You’ve held back for hundreds of years, and now you can’t stand a few days’ wait?"

Liu Zheng directly drew the "Seven Deadly Sins·Anger," the fury slowly burning on the blade.

"All you people know is to press me; I’m a worker, not some damn Wish Machine!"

His voice was far louder than Samurai Yifa’s, trembling the blood clouds in the sky.

"You think your task is what? To revive your wife and children whom you’ve digested for God knows how many years, not just taking out the trash."

"All you do is yap, but now I’m asking you to take out the trash for me. You say, how many days will it take you?"

Liu Zheng marched right up to Samurai Yifa and handed him the Dragon Scale Blade upside down.

"You know I can’t leave the elevator, how can I help you take out the trash?"

Samurai Yifa said with a sullen face.

"Can’t think of this yourself? Has your brain rusted along with the elevator?"

He mercilessly mocked.

"If you can’t do it yourself, ask someone for help. If you have no money, beg. Can’t beg, threaten. If all are tough nuts, teach them a sword technique. Teach half first, once the trash is out, teach the other half."

"You even need me to come up with a way to take out the trash, how do you have the nerve to yap at me?"

Liu Zheng became increasingly agitated, almost pressing his lips against Samurai Yifa’s.

"No need to be so worked up, I was just asking."

Samurai Yifa retreated a step without leaving a trace.

"Hmph. If I don’t get worked up, you’d step all over me."

He smirked.

With these tricky folks in the Metropolis, being neither arrogant nor servile doesn’t work at all.

You have to be more swaggering than they are.

If you really can’t win, you better act meek.

"Concerning my closest family, it’s only natural I’d be a bit anxious."

Samurai Yifa defended himself.

"I know, otherwise we’d have flipped faces by now. See this?"

Liu Zheng took out the "Super Fireproof Corn Pipe."

Feeling the terrifying heat contained within, Samurai Yifa’s expression changed drastically.

"Once my hand trembles, not just you, the entire Hundred Ghosts could be burned to ash."

He said.

"But then you wouldn’t escape either, would you?"

Samurai Yifa naturally could sense those flames spared no one.

"My skill at fleeing far surpasses my skill at destruction."

Liu Zheng took out a delivery slip and the floor button.

Seeing this, Samurai Yifa finally had nothing left to say.

"Alright, stop looking so grim. Even though I haven’t found a way to separate your wife and children, I did find other helpful things."

After the stick, it’s time for the carrot.

"What things?"

Samurai Yifa indeed took the bait.

"First is the ’Dead Brain Core,’ which can help ’the dead’ slowly enhance intelligence, without changing their personality. I don’t have it on hand, but it’s definitely available."

"Second is this,"

Liu Zheng took out a light sphere formed by Resentment Fish.

"This is an amalgam of resentful spirits from sewer fish, an excellent supplement for ’the dead.’ Even if all that’s left of your wife and children is a remnant soul, it can restore them."

"With this and the other, once your wife and children are separated, they can surely be resurrected."

He stated confidently.

"I trust every word you say."

Feeling the massive soul power in the light sphere, Samurai Yifa nodded repeatedly.

"Yes. You trust me, I trust you, happy cooperation."

Liu Zheng put away the Dragon Scale Blade and extended a tentacle.

"Happy cooperation."

Samurai Yifa shook his tentacle vigorously.

"By the way, you didn’t come just to see me, right?"

Samurai Yifa was somewhat straightforward, but not stupid.

"I’m here for some discussions, and I stopped by to see you, to give you some peace of mind."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

"With your current state, I’m afraid that woman might have ill intentions toward you."

Samurai Yifa frowned slightly.

Liu Zheng’s drop in strength naturally couldn’t escape his notice. If things went wrong and fire consumed the Hundred Ghosts, he too would be caught in the backlash.

"It shouldn’t be a big problem. I came through official channels, and last time I actually didn’t cause any harm to Hundred Ghosts."

On the contrary, Liu Zheng not only served a noble guest well for Hundred Ghosts but also solved a problem.

Of course, once Shao Yanming is resurrected, whatever trouble he might cause Hundred Ghosts is no longer Liu Zheng’s concern.

"Moreover, even if that woman wants trouble, aren’t you all still here?"

Liu Zheng patted Samurai Yifa’s shoulder.

"Well, that’s true."

Samurai Yifa nodded.

Things were different now. Previously, Liu Zheng was a spy sneaking into Hundred Ghosts, and Samurai Yifa’s assistance technically went against his position.

However, as nobody pointed it out, and his actions didn’t go against Hundred Ghosts’ overall interests, it was glossed over.

Now that Liu Zheng was a paying customer, helping him was justified.

"By the way, I have an elevator friend wanting to communicate with you guys. Are you interested?"

Liu Zheng recalled the matter with the restaurant elevator.

"I’m not particularly interested. But if you need, I can communicate with it. As for the other two, I don’t know."

Samurai Yifa said.

"Then help me ask them. The first time, just write a letter and be pen pals for now."

He pondered and suggested.

"I don’t have pen and paper."

Samurai Yifa said somewhat embarrassed.

"Nor do I. I’ll find someone to ask for it and give it to you later."

Liu Zheng had already handed his manuscript to The Fool.

"Alright. Your floor has arrived."

As Samurai Yifa finished, his figure vanished along with the blood clouds as darkness descended once more.

"Ding!"

With the elevator door opening, the outside light illuminated Liu Zheng’s eyes.

He squinted a bit, supporting the staggering attendant as they exited the elevator.

"Can you still walk?"

He asked the attendant.

"Embarrassing, but I’ll be fine after a moment."

The attendant said, gritting his teeth.

Samurai Yifa only spared his life; the suffering he endured was still plentiful.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng had finished his delivery anyway and didn’t mind a few extra minutes.

"Whhooo~"

The attendant inhaled forcefully until his belly swelled like he was ten months pregnant.

"Pheww~"

Then he slowly exhaled, the blood-colored breath leaving his mouth and being drawn back in through his nose.

After nine breaths, the attendant’s complexion visibly improved, and his body ceased trembling.

"What ability is that?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"It’s a family breathing technique, with some healing effects, but nothing significant."

The attendant said humbly.

"I’d love to hear more about it. Can you teach me this breathing technique?"

He asked.

With "Blood and Flesh Rebirth" abilities, enhancing recovery speed would offer a greater advantage.

"I could teach you, but this breathing technique has been modified by ancestors over generations and now only works for our family."

The attendant said, looking troubled.

"What about the original version?"

Liu Zheng pursued.

"The original version long disappeared. Since the modified version works better for our family, nobody has really cared about the original’s whereabouts."

"Consider the money I gave you as a down payment. Help me find the original breathing technique."

He declared adamantly.

"Ah?"

The attendant’s face grew increasingly sorrowful.