Chapter 800: Chapter 800

Being down on his luck made him feel a bit embarrassed.

"It’s okay, I’m just a delivery guy, not too picky about these things. Big leaf tea really quenches the thirst."

Liu Zheng picked up the teacup and drank it in one go.

"You’re a really nice young man, no wonder those two old guys like you. You’re so polite and proper, I find it hard to take advantage of you. The luck and misfortune I have aren’t even mine; they were borrowed from some unknown entity."

After taking a sip himself, he said.

"So, whether you can borrow just the good luck and not the bad is one thing, but whether that entity is even willing to let you borrow it is another." Read complete version only at novelꜰire.net

"How did you manage to borrow it?"

"It wasn’t me who borrowed it; it was my ancestor."

"Originally, the entity only lent my ancestor good luck, and at that time the whole street belonged to my family."

"Later, we started getting unlucky occasionally, and then the bad luck started to outweigh the good. The unluckiest generation saw our whole family reduced to a single 12-year-old child and this ancestral home."

"By my generation, it became random, but neither the good luck nor the bad luck is too extreme. At least our family line won’t be cut off."

"That must be intentional by that unknown entity, right?"

Liu Zheng thought aloud immediately.

"Maybe, but knowing doesn’t help. Without money or connections, there’s no way to find someone powerful to solve it. Consulting City Hall is free, but if the problem gets solved, I probably won’t be around."

"True. No worries, as long as you agree, I have my ways."

"Since you’re so persistent, I’ll agree with you. Where’s the couplet?"

Liu Zheng took out two Black Talismans and a pen.

"Wait, let’s make a bet first."

He needed to check his luck first.

"Alright, what shall we bet?"

Liu Zheng understood this too.

"How about rock-paper-scissors? A hundred bucks each round."

He thought for a moment and said.

"Okay. Rock, paper, scissors!"

Liu Zheng curled his tentacles to represent a fist, while he played scissors.

"A bet is a bet, continue."

Calmly, he pulled out some loose change from his pocket and handed over a hundred bucks, then said.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

Liu Zheng raised two tentacles to represent scissors, while he played a fist.

"Oh? Things are looking up. Let’s keep going."

He reclaimed his loose change.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

Once he started winning, he couldn’t stop, winning 19 rounds in a row.

He pressed the Black Talisman and quickly wrote two couplets.

"Your writing, quite the abstract style, eh?"

Liu Zheng looked at the messy handwriting on the Black Talisman and said.

"Cut me some slack, I didn’t even finish high school. Can’t afford calligraphy lessons. Anyway, you’re not hiring me for good looks."

"Hmm... Alright then. I’ll take my leave now."

Liu Zheng put away the couplets and said.

"Leave, leave, quickly, don’t get in the way of me testing my new device, hehe."

He waved him off and immediately grabbed a VR headset to put on, letting out indescribable laughter.

To avoid witnessing anything inappropriate, Liu Zheng quickly turned and left the house.

"Mr. Liu, are you done?"

The bald manager waiting at the door asked.

"All done, let’s go to the cemetery."

The two each got in their own cars and quickly arrived at the cemetery.

As soon as they passed through the archway, the clattering of hooves reached them.

Facing the Tomb Guardian, the bald manager bowed respectfully, his head nearly reaching his waist.

The Tomb Guardian responded with a nasal sound and looked at Liu Zheng.

"Good afternoon, Tomb Guardian."

Liu Zheng also bowed, not too lightly, not too heavily.

"Good afternoon. Are you here to rob graves?"

The Tomb Guardian asked.

Upon hearing his response, the bald manager’s eyes widened in disbelief.

In all his years in the funeral business, this was the first time he’d heard of a Tomb Guardian greeting someone.

He couldn’t help but feel grateful that his funeral home had always had a friendly attitude towards Liu Zheng.

"Sorry, I’m not ready yet. This time, I’m here to bury my godfather."

The Tomb Guardian turned the nonexistent horse’s head, ready to leave.

"Please wait, Tomb Guardian, I have a few things I’d like to discuss with you."

"Manager Xu, please go over to the cemetery first."

He called the Tomb Guardian and then spoke to the bald manager.

"Alright, alright, I’ll head over there first then."

The bald manager couldn’t wait to avoid getting involved and took off with the momentum of an 800-meter sprint.

"What do you want to say?"

The Tomb Guardian sat on the air horse, looking down at him.

"Hasn’t your beloved horse returned yet?"

Liu Zheng asked with some amusement.

"It seldom goes on an official trip, so it won’t come back quietly. Besides, it’s also delaying time for you."

The Tomb Guardian pointed out bluntly.

"Brother Ma is considerate."

He actually didn’t do much, just treated the other party as an independent intelligent entity.

"I wonder if Brother Ma likes Unlucky Coffee, next time I’ll bring a few buckets."

Liu Zheng thought to himself.

"But it’s almost done playing around, you’d better get ready soon."

The Tomb Guardian reminded.

"Okay. Tomb Guardian, do you know about the Nine Dragons Coffin?"

"I know. What do you want it for?"

The Tomb Guardian asked.

"It’s not me; it’s The Fool from the Writer Association. The president of the Writer Association doesn’t seem to be doing well and needs the help of the Nine Dragons Coffin."

To get the Nine Dragons Coffin, you definitely can’t bypass the Tomb Guardian, so it’s better to be upfront.

The Tomb Guardian asked.

"I don’t know either, but when he took action, he was covered in red hair and a blood moon hung in the sky."

The Tomb Guardian shook his head after listening.

"Are you saying the Nine Dragons Coffin can’t suppress the Writer Association’s president’s ominousness?"

The Tomb Guardian nodded.

"I thought so too, so I plan to switch the Nine Dragons Coffin with the Nine Dragons Carrying Coffin."

"You thought of that?"

The Tomb Guardian glanced at him.

He said, thick-skinned.

The Tomb Guardian chuckled, and Liu Zheng seemed oblivious.

"You want me to change the tomb to be pilfered to one with the Nine Dragons Coffin."

The Tomb Guardian stated in a declarative tone.

The Tomb Guardian was even more straightforward than him.

"You name it, but as for the French Plane Tree’s coffin, let’s forget it; it’s almost stripped bare."

Liu Zheng said with a bitter smile.

"I’m not that fond of bathing either. The request is simple, just add more fuel to my fire."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Yes. My fire has been burning too long; it’s getting a bit cold."

The Tomb Guardian took off his cowboy hat, and orange flames burst from his eyes, quickly engulfing his entire body.

In the fire, his flesh disappeared, and he soon transformed from a handsome old cowboy to a terrifying flaming skeleton.

But his eyes were neither hollow nor ordinary Will-o-the-wisps, but burning, cracked lava balls.

And those eyeballs seemed to have endless magic power, attracting Liu Zheng’s gaze.

"Don’t look into my eyes."

A cowboy hat fell from the sky, landing on his head.

The wide brim obscured his vision, preventing him from looking directly at the Tomb Guardian’s eyes again.

Liu Zheng felt a chill run through him, finally breaking free from that entranced state.

"It seems you truly aren’t a sinful person."

The Tomb Guardian commented.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made it in time to rescue him.

"How does one determine who is a sinful person?"

Liu Zheng asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.

By real-world standards, the Metropolis could practically be filled with people who deserve but haven’t received punishment.

Calling himself overwhelmingly evil wouldn’t even be an overstatement.

"The sinful people of the Metropolis, naturally determined by the Metropolis itself."

The Tomb Guardian replied calmly.