It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 77 No One Can Survive
"Handsome, can you help me get that rice cooker out?"

The old lady in shroud repeated it again.

"Can't you get it yourself?"

Liu Zheng used honorifics carefully.

"I'm old, my legs and feet are not as good as before, and I can't lift my arms anymore."

The old lady in shroud sighed.

"I am such a pitiful old woman. My son is not filial, my daughter-in-law is not filial either, and my more than one hundred daughters are all ungrateful."

As she spoke, she began to sob.

Although I only heard crying but didn't see the tears.

More than a hundred daughters, you have taught yourself "Postpartum Care for Sows", right?
"Do all your daughters have the character 'di' in their names?"

"Yes. Pretty boy, how did you know that?"

asked the old lady in the shroud.

"I know a little about folklore."

No wonder her son and daughter are unfilial.

It took more than a hundred sisters-in-law to recruit the brother. It was obvious that one of them was unwilling to recruit and the other was unwilling to come.

How can something good be possible if both parties are unwilling to do so?
"No wonder, handsome boy, you look like a cultured person. You work well and you are handsome. You must be enthusiastic and well-educated."

The old lady in shroud said auspicious words.

Liu Zheng looked at the yellow vest on himself, then at his very human face, and felt that the older you get, the more likely you are to brag.

"Handsome boy, you wouldn't be unwilling to help, would you?"

The old lady in shrouds' tone gradually turned cold.

Strands of white hair poked out from her blush, looking like both a zombie's hair and a mouse's whiskers.

Her figure became more hunched, with a high bulge on her back, like a pregnant woman's belly.

"Help, I must help you with this!"

Liu Zheng said decisively.

"As a five-good youth of the new era, an outstanding employee of the Bloody Restaurant, and an honorary owner of Jiahe New Residence, how can I not help the weak and fight against the strong?"

"Handsome boy, I have a bad memory and can't remember so many names."

"It's okay, just call me a cow and a horse."

He said kindly.

"Hey, Xiao Niu, please help me get the rice cooker out. My family is waiting for it to cook."

The old lady in the shroud urged.

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's that I'm powerless."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"You have hands and feet, why do you have no strength?"

The old lady in shroud became a little impatient.

"Don't lie to me, an old woman. My son and daughter lied to me, and you lied to me too. What's wrong with this world?"

"I can't live anymore. I can't live anymore. No one wants me to live."

Her words became increasingly slurred.

The long tongue stuck out, and smelly saliva dripped onto the ground, corroding small honeycomb-like holes.

Her nails also began to grow longer, and the edges of their blue-black nails were as sharp as daggers.

"If you don't let me live, you won't live either!"

She screamed miserably, as if she was exploding after suffering a lot of injustice.

"Who won't let you live?"

Liu Zheng said with a frown.

"If you don't help me pick up the rice cooker, you just don't want me to live."

"Please, pretty boy, please be kind. Can't I kneel down for you?"

The old lady in shrouds fell to her knees with a thud, crushing several floor tiles.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I really don't have the ability."

he said helplessly.

"You have so many tentacles, can't you just use one to help me pick it up?"

The old lady in shroud questioned.

As soon as she finished speaking, three knife lights appeared immediately.

Liu Zheng held the boning knife in his mouth and cut off his last tentacle.

"it's gone now."

He spat out the boning knife and said with a smile.

"But you still have a mouth, right? You can pick it out."

The old lady in shroud was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

Liu Zheng suddenly rushed towards the flower bed and slammed his head hard into the corner.

His blow was so powerful that it broke his mouth and chin.

Liu Zheng didn't say anything to the old lady in the shroud, he just raised his head.

The meaning is obvious.

"I have no mouth either."

Silence, the scene fell into deathly silence.

"Damn it."

The old lady in shroud looked at him deeply, straightened her back, put her hands behind her back and walked away.

"You are too young to fight me, old man."

Liu Zheng thought proudly.

But after this incident, he confirmed it.

There must be something wrong with this rice cooker.

You can’t take it. You can’t take it.

Liu Zheng glanced at the trash can with envy and walked towards the plane trees.
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"I am back."

He pushed open the rest room door and shouted.

"I'm back, so what are you shouting about?"

The cow and horse that were woken up rubbed their eyes and said with an unhappy look on their faces.

"It's because I'm afraid of ruining your good deeds, big boss." Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"The best thing is that you don't come back."

Niuma said unhappily.

"If I don't come back, how can you run away?"

"Humph, it's hard to find three-legged cattle and horses, but isn't it hard to find a two-legged delivery man?"

"As soon as we shouted in the old city, applicants flocked to us."

Niuma retorted.

"It's not that simple, is it?"

Liu Zheng said half-believingly.

If it were that simple, would the Niuma Club only have him as its subordinate?
Look at how many employees there are in the kitchen. Even if the takeaway department has a lower status, the gap would not be that big.

"You are really a shrewd kid. It's really not that simple."

Niuma admitted it.

"People without citizenship rights are just walking food on the street, even if they have the status of bloody restaurant employees."

"So people in the old city don't have citizenship rights?"

"Some have, some don't. The vast majority of those who have citizenship are fourth-class citizens."

Niuma said.

“Are citizens still divided into different classes?”

Liu Zheng was surprised.

"Ingredients are divided into grades, and citizens are of course divided as well."

"How is it divided?"

he asked.

"I can't say for sure, but people like us are third-class citizens and we basically have all the rights that we should have."

"And your mistress should be considered a second-class citizen."

Niuma thought for a moment and said.

"What?"

“Do you think ordering takeout only costs money?”

Niuma sneered.

"If she wasn't a second-class citizen or above, you would have seen her in the staff lunch the way she ordered."

"Oh."

The citizenship class had nothing to do with him, and Liu Zheng didn’t plan to take her surname.

"You caught quite a lot, kid."

The cow and horse finally saw the fish in the net bag.

"I didn't fish it, I picked it up."

He explained.

"Pick it up? Wherever you pick it up, I'll pick it up too."

"The sewer farted and killed all the fish. I just picked up a bunch of them."

Liu Zheng briefly described what happened in the sewer.

Of course, we will not talk about the Red Ghost.

"Boss, you didn't seem to tell me that the sewers are alive."

He said with empty eyes.

"forget."

Niuma admitted it frankly.

"But what difference does it make to you whether they're dead or alive? You're not strong enough to attract the attention of the sewers."

It said nonchalantly.

"At least let me be mentally prepared."

“Some things are better not to know. The unknown brings fear, but ignorance also brings fearlessness.”

Niuma said.

"Another plagiarized poem by Shiroko, right?"

"Are you done yet? At least the first half of the sentence was my own idea."

The cows and horses shouted.

"Okay, okay, okay. Boss, with all these fish, I think we can probably get something in exchange, right?"

Liu Zheng changed the subject.

"I don't know much about fish, but there are quite a lot of them. I can at least exchange them for two bottles of wine or something, right?"

Niuma hesitated.

"That's it. Neither of us understands. Will Napoleon lower the price?"

"From what I know about it"

Facing his expectant eyes, Niu Ma continued.

“That will definitely drive down the price.”

"Xu~"

Liu Zheng booed.

If he was asked to sell it at a low price, he would definitely be unwilling to do so. After all, he had paid with his life for it.

But if he doesn't sell to white-feathered chickens, he has nowhere else to sell them.

Looking at the big net bag of fish, Liu Zheng suddenly had an idea.

"Boss, go get this."

He leaned over to the ears of the cows and horses and whispered something.

"Can it be done?"

Niuma asked doubtfully.

"Just give it a try. If it doesn't work, consider it a favor."

"Okay, it's your fish anyway."

The cow and horse shrugged, picked up the net bag with their horns and went out.

(End of this chapter)