Chapter 1144: Chapter 1144
1144: Chapter 1130: Corny Jokes 1144: Chapter 1130: Corny Jokes “Mr.
Liu, can you help me remove the divine curse on me….”
“Is this curse difficult to deal with?
Is it a product of a True God expending their essence…
Tsk, how come It’s so generous at this time, instead making life difficult for a mere mortal like me…..”
Uh, I just fed that deity’s avatar a little X, that’s all…
Tch, they’re really too petty.”
Even as a Quasi-God who had lived for a hundred years, Liu Xiyan was still somewhat shocked when she heard the “young man” before her speak .
“You’ve only been a professional for less than two years, right?
And this curse has been around for a while…..”
“Indeed, it was when I first started out, I was about 2-tier at the time.”
Liu also realized the true nature of the person before him…
probably random between Chaos and Order within Chaotic Evil.
The forest was slowly rustling, and more shares of “Liu Xiyan” came over, they also became interested in this unusual man.
“To drive out this curse?
Sometimes this curse should be very useful, right?
I can let you have the ability to control it, just owe me a favor.”
The old man offered a very tempting condition, upon hearing this, Lu Ping’an shook his head.
Free is the most expensive, favors sometimes aren’t even enough to pay with one’s life, you might as well just state your conditions.”
In front of a Quasi-God, Lu Ping’an was unceremoniously direct.
On one hand, he knew that for a high-order professional, the weight of a “promise” was too burdensome to bear.
On the other hand, he also knew that the person before him wouldn’t care about his attitude…
if he hesitated, was cautious with his words and couldn’t speak clearly, it would not only displease the other party but might even lead to being looked down upon.
“Heh, just as that guy said, an interesting fellow…
Help me kill someone, or teach someone.”
For the world of high-order professionals, favors and promises are resources that need precise calculation, and the choices given made Lu Ping’an think for a moment.
“The one to be killed, is he Rule-level?”
“Sixth-tier, a fugitive, not very difficult to deal with, but very good at escaping,” said the old man, whose skeleton flickered with black light, seemingly with a hint of emotional fluctuation.
Branches fell from the sky, handing over a stack of documents, Lu Ping’an leafed through them, it was a fugitive who had fled to the Foreign Domain.
After a brief glance, this guy deserved to die ten times over.
“Okay, I’ll remember, but I can only promise to deal with it when I encounter him…”
The simple trade was concluded, it was never a valuable “target item,” nor was there a definite time limit required for the killing.
Lu Ping’an didn’t choose “teach someone,” because he had already sensed that “mentorship” might be even harder to bear…
this fellow who probably had countless bounties on his head, and the being in front of him, were likely disciple and mentor, but considering this disciple killed his own master, it’s hard to say if they still counted as part of the same sect.
“Family misfortune, making me a laughingstock.”
“Haha, how dare I laugh, haha, haha…
uh, is this cold joke not funny?”
A casual cold joke from Lu Ping’an once again brought the atmosphere to a standstill.
Fortunately, at this time, the branches brought Lu Ping’an something he needed.
It was a woody mask, primitive and simple, even with places that were seemingly about to break, its front adorned with a white skull pattern, which bore some resemblance to the old Mr.
But this really isn’t my self-portrait….
The situation became even more stiff.
Actually, both of them had a sense of humor and loved to joke around, but when their sense of humor spanned several decades and several eras, and they tried to force jokes through that gap, it was a disaster.
It was probably like when a game tries to give you a mental shock, and the screenwriter and copywriter accidentally move themselves, waiting tearfully for the players to be touched, only to find the game seems like “Golf 2,” where every seemingly viable option is more ridiculous than the last…
Although this is also a stale joke, it probably resembles the awkwardness at hand.
“…It’s a bit chilly, looks like we should be serious.”
“Indeed, no one is catching my punchlines…”
“Now it’s called playing with memes…
Okay, fine, next time if I come, I’ll bring the latest joke book over, help you update a bit.”
But don’t say that even the scene was delicate, but at least the attitude was reached…
Okay, I can’t make this up anymore, even thick-skinned Lu Ping’an felt that today was not a day for chatting.
Being able to make a meeting with a Quasi-God this way, actually, could be considered a talent.
On one hand, Lu Ping’an lacked respect for the Quasi-God, it was a “flat view” mixed with minimal respect, and on the other hand, Old Liu actually got wind of Lu Ping’an through certain channels and came specifically to see him…
He did see him, but he hadn’t quite figured out how to “communicate” next.
A normal visitor would have been a nervous/excited mess by now, but this one, who sought trouble and dared to mock his own outdated and cold jokes, was indeed quite rare.
Before this, Old Liu actually had some confidence in his “humor” and “jokes.”
However, even though the interaction was quite pleasant, there were some things that couldn’t be avoided…
“Actually, the old fellow came to see you because there is something he needs to tell you, I am relaying a message from a few Quasi-Gods…”
Old Liu looked at Lu Ping’an, but his gaze seemed to pierce through…
Lu Ping’an knew that this message wasn’t meant for him.
“Back then, ‘you’ and ‘she’ had a very good relationship, so good that it made people suspect you weren’t sisters but lovers.
We in our circle actually considered you two a pair…
uh, you didn’t even get mad enough to jump out, looks like ‘Balance’ really can’t make it out.”
Lu Ping’an held his head in despair, looking at the old fellow.
You damn tease, why is it me who gets to enjoy ‘screams and roars’ in my ear.
“Ha, that’s a good joke, right…
Okay, okay, I’ll talk business, don’t rush me, old folks.”
This time, Lu Ping’an understood that behind Old Liu, there definitely were other Quasi-Gods watching him.
And Lu Ping’an noticed that “the Quasi-Gods” probably didn’t just refer to the ones within Lin Nu’s Church; their number was quite limited even among themselves.
“This mask has another function, it makes it so Lin Nu can’t sense you.
Her thoughts are too fickle, nobody can be sure what she’s planning to do, blocking her vision is a good thing for you…”
Lu Ping’an touched the mask, confirming its magical qualities…
Now that Life Bank couldn’t even analyze it, the “rules” were naturally all sorts of outrageous stuff.
“We won’t interfere with your sisterly squabbles, but time is very limited right now, stop dragging everyone into your sibling fights.
If you really do get revived one day, whether it’s a dispute over the road or a personal grievance, please go to It alone to settle the accounts, don’t get others involved…”
The conversation came to an abrupt end at this point.
The Skeleton Old Man dissipated right in front of Lu Ping’an, as if he had never existed from the start.
“…As a compensation, if your successor takes his own path, us old folks won’t prematurely erase him.”
The floating bridge reappeared, the path through the forest led outwards, the intent to see off the guest was unmistakable.
And what was more eerie, as the one being “warned,” Big Cat fell silent.
“…Hmph, what ability do I have to go find her in my current state.”
Okay, if I had the ability, I would definitely go settle the score with her.
Lu Ping’an heard it, even at this moment, Big Cat had not given up…