Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

After a hard-fought battle, he was drenched in sweat.

"Amazing, no wonder your massage is so good."

"Bullhead praised."

If it were to play Snake, it probably wouldn't even be able to get past the first level.

Fortunately, games are a curse on humans, and animals don't fall for it.

What are the rewards for completing the level?

Liu Zheng wiped his sweat and asked.

"I don't know. Some people say it's a huge bonus, some say it's a promotion opportunity, and some say it's a train ticket."

"ticket?"

"Yes, leave the bloody restaurant, leave this city."

The ox and horse seemed to be longing for it.

Liu Zheng silently quit the game.

Although he was indeed very curious, it wasn't to the point that it would kill him.

After all, he's not a cat.

Suddenly, the oxen and horses stood up.

"Come and live."

it said.

Liu Zheng looked at the gate, and the wooden planks below were slowly pushed open.

A thin, bony hand reached in, placed a note down, and then quickly withdrew.

The oxen and horses strolled over leisurely and glanced at it.

"You're lucky, human."

It raised its chin, gesturing for Liu Zheng to pick up the note.

He walked over, picked up the note, and looked at its contents.

"Meal: One pizza with a deformed eye salmon head"

Address: Room 503, Building 3, Meilin Residential Area.

Time limit: within one hour.

Why do you say I'm lucky?

Liu Zheng asked.

"You'll find out later. Now, go deliver your first order."

The oxen and horses urged on.

Under its supervision, Liu Zheng put on his work clothes and picked up his mobile phone and map.

The moment he stepped out of the lounge, the wooden door closed automatically and silently.

A chill ran down Liu Zheng's neck, and the unknown danger made him uneasy.

"It's truly a case of being caught between a rock and a hard place."

Liu Zheng thought helplessly.

He looked at the food cart, on which sat a sealed packaging bag.

Upon opening it, I found a square cardboard box inside, with a blood-red iris flower painted on the lid.

Liu Zheng hesitated for a few seconds before opening the box.

Then, he saw a scene that sent chills down his spine.

A dozen or so fish heads, each with a different number of eyes, were crammed onto a 9-inch flatbread. Their dark, juicy eyeballs stared at him as if they were still alive.

Those eyes were so deep that they seemed to draw Liu Zheng's soul into them.

Snapped!

He slapped himself hard.

The physical pain brought him back to his senses, and when he looked at the pizza again, the fish heads had turned into deathly pale eyes.

The strange feeling disappeared, replaced by an uncontrollable nausea.

Name: Deformed Eye Salmon Head Pizza

Type: Item

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: Temporarily enhances the player's perception, with a small chance of gaining the 'Spiritual Vision' status, and permanently reduces mental strength."

Note: When you look up at the starry sky, what you see may not be heaven, but hell.

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

This is actually an item, and you can take it out of the dungeon?

Looking at the system notification, Liu Zheng had a bold idea.

However, now is not the time to implement it.

He slammed the lid shut, shutting out the faint, elusive gazes.

"Meilin Residential Area".

He looked at the map, which showed that the destination was about 6 kilometers away from the Bloody Restaurant.

In the past, this distance wouldn't have been anything special; Liu Zheng could easily run a half marathon.

But now, that distance is a bit difficult.

Even if he could hold on, his lungs couldn't.

"Ho ho."

Liu Zheng couldn't help but choke on his throat, which felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

He had been enduring his discomfort so as not to show his weakness in front of the cattle and horses.

The physical battle has been lost, but the battle of wills has only just begun.

Chapter 5 The Trees Are Speaking

"Boss."

He called out, but there was no response.

He knocked on the door again, and half a minute later, the door opened.

"What?"

The ox and horse asked impatiently.

Doesn't the restaurant provide transportation?

Liu Zheng asked.

No. We don't need this.

The ox and horse shook their big heads.

After all, its lower body is Malaysian.

Judging from its leg length, its running speed is probably comparable to that of the real Akhal-Teke horse.

"What about the human employees?"

"You should go now, or you'll really miss your chance."

The oxen and horses closed the door.

Liu Zheng curled his lip, it seemed he wouldn't be able to get any more benefits from it.

He picked up the takeout bag and walked towards the takeout lane.

The passageway was pitch black, with no light source whatsoever.

The ground also seemed to be made of a special material, as he walked on it without making a sound.

In such an environment, it would be a miracle if one could even stay conscious, let alone determine one's location.

Liu Zheng tentatively raised his arms horizontally, just enough to touch the walls on both sides.

The texture was strange, somewhat like a slime stress-relieving toy, but much harder.

If you're looking for a psychological foothold, then walking forward while supporting yourself against a wall is a good idea.

But he doesn't intend to go that way.

Liu Zheng lowered his arm, letting himself be enveloped in the boundless darkness.

While learning about ALS, he also learned a lot of other medical knowledge, including one called "desensitization therapy".

Simply put, allergy patients are repeatedly injected with the allergen to gradually induce tolerance to the allergen and prevent allergic reactions.

Liu Zheng believes that "desensitization therapy" should also be applicable to psychological issues of light and darkness.

Of course, if the system prompts him that his "rationality is declining," he will stop immediately.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng's tolerance for pure darkness and silence was beyond expectations.

Moreover, the passageway is not completely silent.

Every now and then, he would involuntarily cough and wheeze.

At the same time, intense discomfort will also be felt in the lungs and throat, signaling their presence.

Physical pain became the anchor of his spirit, a dark humor that he possessed.

After coughing for the seventh time, Liu Zheng finally walked out of the passage.

The not-too-intense sunlight shone into his eyes, giving him a sense of being in another world.

He felt a pang of sympathy for his former colleagues; he only had to persevere for three days, while they had to work for months or even decades.

Although they may not live that long.

After a moment of silence for his fellow human beings whom he had never met, Liu Zheng embarked on his journey to deliver food.

Just like when I arrived, the streets were still deserted.

There were no pedestrians, no vehicles, and not even traffic lights.

If he had a small electric scooter, he couldn't even imagine how happy he would be to ride it.

Unfortunately, it can't be ridden.

"Hehehehe."

A strange piece of music started playing.

Liu Zheng took out his phone and saw that it was an incoming call.

“13871XXXXXX”.

It matched my memory perfectly; it was Niu Ma's phone number.

"Boss, what's up?"

He pressed the answer button and asked.

"There's something I forgot to remind you: when you go to the toilet outside, you must go near plants, preferably trees or green belts."

The loud voices of the oxen and horses rang out.

"I thought only dogs would do that."

Liu Zheng complained.

"They have specific rules; they can only be used with columnar objects."