Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The pig-headed man who stood up was even taller, his head almost touching the roof beam.

Liu Zheng noticed an old ligature mark on its neck.

The ox and horse shrugged and shut their mouths.

It's clear that it doesn't want to go against Oink.

"What's the reason?"

The pig-headed man asked again.

"Of course, we're short of money."

Liu Zheng looked at it strangely.

Who would sell meat if they weren't short of money?

What should you do with money?

Oink wasn't angry and continued to ask.

"Buy the Bloody Restaurant and make it work for me."

He pointed to the cattle and horses and said.

Hey, you bastard.

Niu Ma glared at him, ready to punch him, but was stopped by Oink's gaze.

"You were exploited to the point of selling your body, and now you're going to use the money to exploit others?"

There seemed to be a hint of coldness in Oink's tone.

"Just bragging. I'm having a hard time just surviving, so I need to have a practical idea to keep me going."

Liu Zheng smiled and said.

"Interesting. I'll take your meat."

Oink laughed three times, then casually tossed the iron rod into the fireplace.

The orange flames suddenly surged, turning the foreleg to ashes.

"What a waste."

Liu Zheng swallowed hard.

He recognized that it wasn't a front leg.

"Want some? Pick one."

Oink pointed to the iron pots and said.

“I give a bowl of soup to every customer who sells out.”

"Now, it depends on your luck."

Chapter 27 was cut into minced meat.

Liu Zheng didn't stand on ceremony and examined each of the pots one by one.

The parts floating on the surface are all the same: onions, carrots, celery, rosemary, cilantro, and so on.

Beneath the soup was a thick, viscous layer, beneath which nothing could be seen.

At the same time, the system did not provide any notification.

He thought for a moment, then extended his tentacles.

"You can look, but cut down whatever you want to touch."

Oink couldn't stand it anymore.

"It's not about the money."

It paused, then added.

"Tsk."

Liu Zheng smacked his lips.

"Then let's do this."

He pointed to the very middle opening.

For no other reason than symmetry.

"Looks like your luck isn't so good."

Oink shook his head and took out the cutlery from the cabinet behind him.

Soon, a bowl full of meat soup was served in front of Liu Zheng.

"Drink up, so you can be ready to go to the chopping board."

"The pig-headed man said gently."

Liu Zheng looked into the bowl. The soup looked much clearer than it had been in the pot. Several red-eyed flies were fluttering around in the soup, as if they were still alive.

Name: Hellfire Fly Soup

Type: Item

Quality: Inferior

"Effect 1: Loss of taste, duration depends on individual constitution."

"Effect 2: Permanently reduce physical fitness by 5 points."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

He looked at the spicy soup with a troubled expression.

It's not because it contains hellfly; I've already had eyeball sashimi, so what's a little more?

The main problem is that all of them have negative effects, and the most terrifying one is that they permanently lower one's physical constitution.

Liu Zheng's true physical constitution was only twelve points, and this attack wiped out almost half of it.

If he were to clear the dungeon and wash away the "flesh and blood mutation" status, he would probably be paralyzed on the spot.

"Can you pack it up?"

Liu Zheng asked earnestly.

"I can pack you up."

Oink replied earnestly.

"Ugh."

He sighed, lowered his head, and took a sip.

The extreme spiciness punched his taste buds hard, while the lingering sulfur taste dealt a second blow to his brain.

"Hihahahaha!"

Liu Zheng stuck out his tongue, drooling profusely, but it was just a drop in the ocean.

"tasty?"

"Oink asked."

"No, not spicy enough."

He paused for a moment, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Your mouth needs to be stewed for at least eight minutes."

Oink chuckled to himself.

"What, you can't bite into sashimi?"

Liu Zheng continued to be stubborn.

"I don't eat people, even though you humans have eaten me. After all, I'm half human."

Oink shook his head.

“But I will sell your meat to them, just like you did to me.”

It said calmly.

"Like a blood-themed restaurant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the firelight inside the room dimmed instantly.

Oink's shadow stretched and expanded infinitely, transforming into a demon wielding a giant axe.

Didn't you tell him?

It tilted its head and asked the oxen and horses.

"I didn't expect him to ask that either."

The ox and horse looked helpless.

Wait, how did we end up talking about supplying restaurants?

As someone who's just an ingredient, do you really have that much initiative?

"The Bloody Restaurant used to have a classic dish: roasted suckling pig."

In Oink's eyes, the firelight blazed brightly once more.

"I am that pig."

In the suffocating silence, Liu Zheng slowly spoke.

"Does it smell good?"

"Fuck your mother!"

The ox and horse cursed loudly and kicked Liu Zheng to the ground with one hoof.

After kicking it over, it stomped on it several more times, turning all four tentacles into a bloody pulp.

"It seems like his brain went haywire after he stopped being a decent human being, please don't take offense."

It kicked and shouted.

"You want to protect him?"

Oink saw through its intentions.

"After all, he calls me 'boss'."

The oxen and horses are humble and honest.

"You can't protect him."

Oink also shook his head.

"Give it a try. We all come from the same farm. You're not going to kill me."

The cattle and horses lay on the ground, their bellies exposed.

It even wagged its tail.

"You learned those moves from Black Claw, didn't you?"

Oink frowned deeply.

"Black Claw is long dead."

"The ox and horse said."

"Oh. No wonder I haven't seen it selling meat for so long. Has it been turned into dog meat hot pot?"

"Oink asked."

"I went to the landfill to open a treasure chest, and they ripped my guts out."

"It's just a matter of time," Niu Ma said calmly.

"It's still so stupid."