Chapter 802: Chapter 802

"Tomb Guardian, your subordinates are quite rebellious."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"They’re not my subordinates. But yes, they are indeed rebellious."

The Tomb Guardian said, raising a horse whip that had somehow appeared in his hand.

With a crisp sound, the Wandering Corpse that was standing straight became a Wandering Corpse lying straight.

Another crisp sound, and the belly of the Wandering Corpse, unharmed from falling hundreds of meters from the sky, was whipped open, revealing its bluish-purple intestines.

"Squeeze its intestine oil into the bowl."

The Tomb Guardian instructed.

Liu Zheng agreed without hesitation, then casually walked up to the Wandering Corpse.

The Wandering Corpse’s blood-red eyes stared intently at him, its fangs protruding as if ready to bite through his neck at any moment.

"What are you looking at? Do you think you’re scary? Any movie you appear in can only be considered a fantasy action film, you know?"

Liu Zheng squatted down, tapped its cheek with a knife, and said.

When he used to watch zombie movies back in the day, he was never scared, let alone now.

We’re all not human, who’s afraid of whom?

If it weren’t for the Tomb Guardian stepping in, Liu Zheng would’ve considered chopping this guy up and bringing it back to the restaurant for a taste.

"I’ve eaten ’zombie meat’ before, but I haven’t really eaten zombie meat."

He pulled out a section of the Wandering Corpse’s intestine, then pressed it hard.

A drop of pungent, stinky intestine oil emerged, then wobbled into the bowl.

The originally yellow bowl was immediately stained brown by the intestine oil, but the unpleasant smell strangely disappeared.

Liu Zheng looked at the item description again and found it had changed.

"Name: Zombie Intestine Smoke Pipe"

"Effect One: Slightly reduces player charm."

"Effect Two: Can absorb and store a large amount of flame. Item is destroyed if storage limit is exceeded."

"Note: The five-star Migrant Worker Luther once said, he has never seen such a smoke pipe."

"Can be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Goodness, directly went from boosting charm to reducing charm."

He raised an eyebrow.

But he was never focused on charm anyway, so reducing a bit of charm didn’t matter much.

Besides, he wouldn’t equip this thing regularly; pulling it out for temporary use was also no problem.

"Next time, have some sense and don’t just think about eating."

Liu Zheng mocked, stuffing the intestines back in.

The Wandering Corpse bounced up, about to attack despite its belly wound.

The Tomb Guardian said calmly, and the Wandering Corpse immediately froze in place.

The Wandering Corpse let out an angry roar at Liu Zheng, then flew away reluctantly.

"Sir, I have something to say, if I may."

"Isn’t your management too lenient?"

Look at the Bloody Restaurant, let alone confronting face-to-face; Niu Ma almost got killed by Si Xue just for saying something wrong.

And when facing the enraged sewer, the Fisherman could only teleport Liu Zheng and the others away and then wait to die with his eyes closed.

At least within landmarks, employees facing the spokesperson and the spokesperson facing the landmark itself almost have no power to resist.

Unlike the cemetery, where ghouls and Wandering Corpses dare to stir up trouble in front of the Tomb Guardian.

"Because they’re not my employees. Besides following cemetery regulations, they’re free."

The Tomb Guardian said calmly.

Without a subordinate relationship, there is no absolute control, and pure violent threats are less effective on the dead than on the living.

The cemetery’s area is only slightly smaller than the sewer, yet its personnel count is unknown how many times greater than the restaurant’s.

In terms of resources, the Tomb Guardian might have the most among all the spokespersons.

But due to the cemetery’s unique nature, his authority is actually the lowest.

Though he himself doesn’t seem to care much about this.

If the person himself doesn’t care, there’s nothing more to say.

"Anything else? If not, I’m going back to tend the cattle."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"There is, there is. Could I trouble you to lend a hand later?"

Liu Zheng told him about the curse on the unlucky family.

"Are you buying yogurt?"

The Tomb Guardian asked.

"Yes! Is five tubs enough?"

He responded decisively.

"The yogurt isn’t selling well, help out the dairy farmers."

The Tomb Guardian said earnestly, quoting an ad slogan.

Liu Zheng said with a pained expression.

This time, he couldn’t trade French Plane Tree’s coffin for a discount; ten tubs would be a million.

"Thank you for your generous support."

The Tomb Guardian proactively reached out and shook his hand.

"No 20% discount this time?"

Liu Zheng tried to bargain a bit.

"Then I’ll give you an 80% discount on the gift too."

The Tomb Guardian replied.

"Then forget it. I just love buying at the original price; buying discounted stuff makes me cough."

Actually, thinking it over, it wasn’t really a loss. The Hell Honey Yogurt could be gifted to the shelter or the clinic. Follow current novels on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

With Red Ghost and Doctor Nile’s personalities, they would definitely give him a fitting return gift.

Liu Zheng counted out a million and handed it to the Tomb Guardian, who in return gave him the same paper box as last time.

He took the paper box and found a Brass Bullet inside.

The Tomb Guardian said.

"But Sir, what if I don’t have a gun?"

Liu Zheng said with a bitter smile.

"As long as it’s shot out, it’s fine."

The Tomb Guardian said.

He had a bad feeling.

"Put the bullet into your..."

The Tomb Guardian thought he didn’t understand and was ready to explain in detail.

"No need to say more, I already understand."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacle dismissively.

The Tomb Guardian closed his mouth.

"You’re joking, right? You must be joking, right?"

He asked with one last shred of hope.

The Tomb Guardian dashed his hopes.

"Can I borrow your gun or someone else’s gun?"

"Ten million, no way."

He accepted reality with a wry smile.

The Tomb Guardian swung the horse whip, knocking off the cowboy hat on his head.

The hat spun a few times in the air and landed squarely back on the Tomb Guardian’s head.

He lowered the brim, whistling as he galloped toward the sunset.

Liu Zheng sighed, watching his back.

Well, if you ignore the fact that he was riding an air horse.

Liu Zheng put away the yogurt and pocketed the bullet, sprinting towards the cemetery direction.

Perhaps it was the Tomb Guardian’s aura on the bullet, as no wandering spirits came out to cause trouble on his way, allowing him to smoothly arrive at the "Die Happily" Funeral Home’s cemetery area, where the bald manager was waiting for him at the entrance.

The bald manager led him to the Yin House he had purchased for the Earth Spirit.

The two-story window from the surface was bright and clear, with spotless white walls, surrounded by plenty of flower beds and green belts.

"How is it? My recommendation was spot-on, right?"

The bald manager asked proudly.

"It’s better than where I currently live as a living person."

"With your ability, you’ll certainly live in a place even better than this in the future."

The bald manager flattered him.

Upon saying this, they both felt something was off.

"Of course, I meant a house for the living."

The bald manager quickly added.

"Well, thank you for your good words. Let’s hurry and start the ceremony."

Since time was tight, they kept it simple, quickly arriving at the final part.

"Godfather, please lend me a helping hand, as I ask our ancestors."

He kneeled in front of the memorial photo and said.

The Earth Spirit in the memorial photo nodded gently.

At this point, there was nothing he couldn’t let go of.

"Thank you, godfather. I’ll offer a few more grave-sweeping packages in return to honor you later."

Liu Zheng placed two Black Talismans on either side of the memorial photo frame.

Upper couplet: Doing good deeds all your life, leaving a fragrant name through the ages.

Lower couplet: Noble virtues passed down the village, shining examples for future generations.

Upon seeing the inscriptions on the couplets, the Earth Spirit frowned.

But seeing the content, he smiled.

With everything ready, Liu Zheng said to the bald manager.