Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Who else can be like me, who won't lie to you and won't be lied to by you?"

“Va-t'en! I don’t want to trade with you today.”

The plane tree pouted and said.

"Really? Fifteen-year-old Ascension Moss, a whole box of it!"

Liu Zheng raised the box in his hand.

"Putain! How did you get it?"

The plane trees stared wide-eyed, their branches too frightened to sway.

"Brother made a small fortune yesterday, nothing to mention."

He feigned modesty and said...

The plane tree looked at the box of moss, its expression shifting between light and dark.

It definitely wants the wine.

But it really can't afford to pay that much.

A box of 15-year-old Ascending Moss is worth at least the same as one and a half bottles of Vlad III limited edition.

Where is it going to get another legendary deliveryman vest?

Even if it were willing to sell, the legendary delivery driver wouldn't come to buy it.

The French plane tree does have some perfect-grade items, but those are all useful, and losing even one of them would reduce its strength.

In this dog-eat-dog world, a decline in strength is tantamount to slow suicide.

"I can't afford it."

After struggling for a long time, it managed to open its mouth.

"They're not that expensive; they're all defective products."

Liu Zheng opened the box and took out a bottle of moss for the plane tree to examine.

"what?"

De Gaulle looked at the stains on the bottle with surprise and doubt.

It stretched out its roots, snatched the bottle, opened it, and smelled it.

"It seems to have a Chaos Club vibe."

"Chaos Club?"

Liu Zheng frowned slightly.

He had heard from Niu Ma that the place was dangerous, and even the city hall couldn't do anything about it.

"That's right. It tastes just like Chaos Club."

The plane tree affirmed.

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because I originally grew in front of the Chaos Club, and was later transplanted to this street."

The plane trees return.

"I see. So what exactly is the Chaos Club?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"It's hard to say, I can't say, I dare not say. Ask me again when you receive an order from there."

The London plane tree is a subject of much discussion and sulliance.

"Hey, I kindly brought you some wine, and you fucking set a death flag for me. That's inhumane."

The veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"I'm not human. I'll take the wine, and let me see if I can exchange it for something else."

The plane tree closes its eyes, its roots constantly churning beneath the black soil.

Although it was a defective product, a whole box of fifteen-year-old moss was still quite valuable, and it would take some effort to find a suitable item to trade it for.

"Don't rush that, take a look at this first."

Liu Zheng put down the black cloth bag and took out the contents.

"The corpse of a young female human. This isn't worth much; I have no preference for humans."

The plane tree opened its eyes, glanced at it, and then spoke.

What Liu Zheng took out of the black cloth bag was the packing box containing the little girl's body.

"It's not about replacing her, I want to bury her at your feet."

He explained.

"You little brat, are you treating me like a graveyard?"

The plane tree was furious.

"Does black soil automatically mean a cemetery? Do you realize that's color discrimination?"

“The cattle and horses said that if we buried it anywhere else, it would be dug up and eaten. I thought about it, and your place is the safest.”

Liu Zheng said.

"You're mistaken. I just don't have a preference for humans, but that doesn't mean I don't eat them. If you weren't so cunning, you would have become my snack long ago."

The plane trees scoffed at his naiveté.

“I won’t bury it for nothing; I’ll pay the management fee.”

Liu Zheng picked up a bottle of moss and shook it.

"One bottle isn't enough. The black soil can prevent decay, so burying her there is like bait, constantly attracting carrion-eaters."

The plane tree shook its head.

Although it was the street bully, there were always desperate thugs who were starving.

It doesn't want to invite trouble.

Is one box enough?

"It's enough, but is it really necessary?"

The plane tree asked in confusion.

"What use is flesh and blood when you're already dead?"

When the trees die, some will rot and become nutrients, while others will be buried deep and become coal, but in the end, they all return to dust.

I've never heard of a tree deliberately turning itself into a specimen.

"Because I am human, and humans are just that selfish."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"You will soon be no longer. Not just your outward appearance, but your very essence is beginning to change."

The plane tree scoffed.

What will happen after the fundamental change?

he asked.

“I don’t know. But based on what I know about black goat calves, you’d probably dig her out and chew her up without hesitation.”

The tone of the French plane tree was filled with deep malice.

"Oh, what does that have to do with me now?"

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

If his essence has changed, then he is no longer himself.

Besides, he will be able to purify the "flesh and blood mutation" state after clearing the dungeon.

"Hmph, stubborn human. What's your name?"

The plane tree suddenly asked.

"you ask me?"

"Of course you should ask her, you delusional idiot."

It seemed particularly displeased with Liu Zheng today.

"I really don't know. Why are you asking?"

Liu Zheng looked at it strangely.

"Of course, it's a tombstone. Who's human, you or me?"

The plane tree gave him a disdainful look and peeled off a piece of bark from its trunk.

"If you don't know, then I'll write that stupid human made me keep the idiot's corpse."

As it spoke, it began to carve words onto the tree bark.

"Stop, stop, stop."

Liu Zheng quickly stopped him.

If this were actually engraved, that little girl wouldn't be able to lift her head even in hell.

"Let's call her Natasha."

He looked at the little girl's typical East Slavic features and said.

"That sounds awful."

The plane tree disdainfully scratched the name on its bark, then scratched a string of letters next to it.

"Marceau"

"Our French names sound better."

It said with satisfaction.

"hehe."

Looking at the tree named Dai Gaole, Liu Zheng barely suppressed the urge to complain.

"By the way, do you want some of this?"

He showed the garlic rice and pig brains in the takeout box.

"You even managed to get your hands on the delivery box?"

The London plane tree, however, is focused on something else entirely.

"It was won last night too."

"Now all that's left is to collect the hats."

It looked on with envy.

If you can collect the Legendary Deliveryman Set, you'll immediately rise several places in the city's collector rankings.

"I also have a clue about the hat."

Liu Zheng said.

Although the demons wanted nothing more than to devour them alive, they ultimately did not renege on their debt.

This is certainly because of its good reputation, not because Oink held a knife to its neck.

"Where?"

The plane tree asked excitedly.

"exist"

Liu Zheng was about to answer when he suddenly looked into the distance.