Chapter 801: Chapter 801
"Got it, it’s about jurisdiction."
Despite being a journalist, he understood a bit of law.
Of course, it was also thanks to his messy accumulation from being a web novel author before.
"But sir, I see the fire on your body is quite strong?"
The Tomb Guardian said. Updates are released by ɴovelfire.net
He looked as instructed, but saw only a thin layer of flame on the Tomb Guardian’s skull, with even the central ring missing.
He hesitated, not daring to speak.
The Tomb Guardian straightforwardly said.
Liu Zheng couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
He quickly apologized.
"It’s okay. As long as I can’t hear it."
Just as the Tomb Guardian finished speaking, Liu Zheng’s hoof was in his hand.
Then, with a casual push, Liu Zheng was planted upside down into the ground.
The Tomb Guardian said.
A string of muffled sounds came from underground.
"What are you saying? I can’t hear you."
The Tomb Guardian pretended to listen carefully.
In fact, with his abilities, he could hear Liu Zheng talking in his sleep even in Hell.
"@#$%^&& (Can you please pull me out)?"
Liu Zheng chuckled bitterly.
"@#$%^&& (Not laughing anymore, definitely not laughing)."
The Tomb Guardian grabbed his hoof and pulled him out.
"Ten thousand bucks. A thousand for property damage, nine thousand for mental damage."
The Tomb Guardian pointed at the gap in the ground.
Liu Zheng spat out the dirt in his mouth and obediently paid up.
Laughing cost him ten thousand bucks, no wonder they say you can make money from laughter.
"What kind of flames do you need?"
"Any high-quality ones will do, the hotter the better. There are already plenty of cold flames in the cemetery."
The Tomb Guardian said.
In that case, the Chaos Club’s membership gold card might not be suitable.
Even though it was just for a moment, the pale flame felt mainly cold and hard.
But even if the pale flame were suitable, Liu Zheng didn’t dare to take out that gold card.
No matter the other landmarks’ relationship with the City Hall, they are all part of the Metropolis.
Only the Chaos Club, based on the fragmented intel he gathered, seemed out of place like himself.
"Is sunlight considered fire?"
Liu Zheng remembered to ask.
"No. But fire ignited by sunlight is."
The Tomb Guardian replied.
So he could find quite a few suitable flames.
First, there’s Si Xue’s flame, which could melt the indestructible bottles—the temperature and quality of the golden liquid need no further explanation.
Next, there’s the Red Ghost’s flame, which could burn even divine demons—the temperature might be uncertain, but the quality is undeniably high.
Then there’s Ra’s brilliance; back in Yate City, the Sun Flame combined with the golden liquid instantly killed the Moon Demon—quality and temperature were more than enough.
Finally, there’s "Seven Deadly Sins·Anger’s" fury—a Perfect Quality item equipped with flames inherently high-quality, and if necessary, could transform into an Angry Demon.
As for other flames, there were certainly more, but Liu Zheng didn’t bother to think further.
"I’ll take this assignment. Do you have a suitable container?"
After all, those flames weren’t items he could store in the system space.
The Tomb Guardian pulled out a corncob pipe from his pocket.
"If you satisfy me enough, I’ll give this to you."
He tossed the pipe to Liu Zheng.
As Liu Zheng caught the pipe, an item description popped up immediately.
"Name: Five-Star Migrant Worker Luther’s Corncob Pipe"
"Effect One: Slightly enhances player charm."
"Effect Two: Can absorb and store flames, item destruction if storage limit exceeded."
"Note: Five-Star Luther once said, even as a migrant worker, be the famous one."
"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"
"I feel pipe would really go well with sunglasses."
Liu Zheng felt instinctively.
"Can this pipe withstand it?"
Seeing Effect Two, he couldn’t help but worry.
"After all, the flames you want aren’t ordinary stuff."
The Tomb Guardian nodded after hearing him, then whistled.
A roar akin to a beast and human echoed from afar, followed by a black dot appearing in the sky.
As the black dot got closer and larger, it became a tall figure that crash-landed onto the ground.
The newcomer hit the ground directly with a sound of metal clashing, without bending its knees once.
It was hideous with a green face and sharp teeth, dressed in stone-blue ceremonial attire, a neck ornament, and a headpiece with floral feathers, all covered in wet black hair like seaweed.
"Spot on. And a water-buried Wandering Corpse, too."
The Tomb Guardian said.
Some divide zombies into eight levels: Purple Zombie, White Zombie, Green Zombie, Fur Corpse, Flying Corpse, Wandering Corpse, Lying Corpse, and Non-decomposing Bone.
At the Fur Corpse level, zombies no longer fear ordinary flames, and two levels higher, Wandering Corpses can freely travel between the underworld and sunny realms, enjoying sunbathing.
The Tomb Guardian said.
Liu Zheng handed the pipe to the Wandering Corpse.
The latter did not take the pipe immediately but instead stared into Liu Zheng’s eyes, as if peering into his white brains through his eyes.