Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The face also had its mouth shaped, and then it turned back into hair.

"Really delicious."

The calico cat raised its head and licked its paws contentedly.

Dark red bloodstains stained the fur on its face, and thinking of what it had said, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Actually, your master told me to give you this food."

Liu Zheng said.

"Really? Master is so kind, I love Master the most."

The calico cat said happily.

A face quietly appeared, smiling with doting affection.

Then he looked at Liu Zheng, and his face immediately darkened.

"Stretch out your tentacles."

The face said.

"what?"

"Just stick it out. I only have my face left, what are you afraid of?"

The man said impatiently.

Liu Zheng frowned and stretched his tentacle in front of the human face.

The face opened its mouth, and cat fur suddenly sprang up, piercing Liu Zheng's flesh like steel needles.

Chapter 44 Never an Air Force

A strong fishy smell filled Liu Zheng's nostrils.

In a daze, he seemed to see a giant salmon lunging at him.

Liu Zheng instinctively raised his tentacles to block, only to find a harpoon had appeared in his hand.

"Fork it over."

A voice reminded me.

He took a deep breath and forked the salmon's head.

Grayish-white blood flowed out.

"ah!"

The salmon thrashed its tail in pain, emitting a cry like that of a baby.

"Warning: Rationality value is decreasing."

Liu Zheng reached out and grabbed, but only caught a clump of cat hair.

Why are you grabbing me, meow?

The calico cat turned around, looking puzzled.

"nothing."

He smiled and wiped his hands as he did so.

The system prompt appeared again.

"Players gain the 'Never Go Airborne' status, which lasts for one instance."

"Never Go Home Empty-Handed: Significantly increases fishing success rate and enhances resistance to rational pollution in fish."

Good heavens, the fisherman was overjoyed.

Although he lost his rationality, Liu Zheng felt it was a good deal.

Although there are no fishing opportunities at the moment, it doesn't mean there won't be later.

Moreover, there are quite a few fish dishes available for takeout.

With this state, he no longer needs to worry about losing sanity.

After washing several more baskets of vegetables, the white-feathered chicken called out to Liu Zheng.

"Come and try the food."

He scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it to Liu Zheng.

The soup is slightly yellow and thick, with several thin black lines swimming around in it, each with a beginning and an end.

"I've lost my sense of taste, and my boss knows about that."

He said quickly.

"That's true."

The ox and horse nodded.

"Stop pretending, your sense of taste has recovered."

The white-feathered rooster exposed his lie.

Thanks to his excellent physical condition and "regeneration of flesh and blood," Liu Zheng's sense of taste returned this morning.

"But I don't know how to appreciate food."

He tried to struggle one more time.

Although there was no system notification, you could tell just by looking at it that this soup was no ordinary thing.

"The guest is a human being, I can't be sure."

The white-feathered pheasant said frankly.

"That's fine."

Liu Zheng looked around and stared at a group of strange and unsettling people.

"Ugh."

He resignedly took the spoon and put it in his mouth.

"What is the taste?"

The white-feathered chicken asked.

"hot."

Liu Zheng grinned.

"Well, what else?"

The white-feathered chicken took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

"acid."

Saliva flowed uncontrollably, forming long strands that fell to the ground.

"anything else?"

"numb."

He slurred, feeling his head buzzing.

"anything else?"

The white-feathered rooster continued to press for answers.

"It's a bit salty, and has an indescribable fishy smell."

"William, add two bunches of rosemary and a small handful of bay leaves. Then drop in two salt leeches to suck up the salt; three seconds will be enough."

The white-feathered rooster turned its head and called out.

The duck named William gave an OK sign, took two fat, leech-like creatures from the petri dish next to him, and threw them into the soup.

"Uh"

Liu Zheng's eyes twitched as he watched.

"now what?"

The white-feathered chicken asked again.

"It's tasteless."

He smacked his lips, then his expression changed.

"I felt something crawling down my throat."

"This is normal, don't be nervous."

As he spoke, Bai Yuji pulled out a gas mask.

"Then why are you wearing a gas mask?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"This is standard procedure, don't be nervous. Is everything ready?"

The white-feathered rooster asked loudly.

"Ready."

The responses came one after another.

He looked around and saw that all the kitchen staff were wearing gas masks.

Aside from him and the cattle and horses.

"Alright, you can let it go now."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"Put what?"

As soon as Liu Zhenggang asked the question, his stomach began to rumble violently.

He glared angrily, his gluteal muscles contracting and relaxing, and a burst of foul air immediately shot out.

“Thump, thump, thump! thump, thump!”

The sound of machine gun fire was continuous, and Liu Zheng's pants were blown up by the air.

The suffocating stench spread rapidly through the air, and his eyes were so stinging that he couldn't open them.

"Turn on the fresh air! Full power!"

The white-feathered chicken gave the command.

A kitchen employee immediately turned on the fresh air system, and a loud motor noise started up.

After a full half minute, Liu Zhengcai finally stopped venting.

The moment he saw the pant leg disappear, he felt an urge to burst into tears.

Fortunately, these guys aren't human, otherwise he wouldn't be able to live like a human being.

"I was careless; I forgot that you're not entirely human."

The white-feathered pheasant removed its gas mask, its expression serious.

"No, won't the other guests have a problem with him eating this?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

"That's a VIP guest; he has his own private room."

The white-feathered chicken explained.

"He must find the smell unpleasant too."

"Who knows? I'm only in charge of cooking; customer experience is the service department's job."

The white-feathered pheasant shrugged and then left on its own.

He pursed his lips and was about to continue washing the vegetables when he saw the cows and horses charging towards him, their faces contorted in a ferocious grimace.