The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1271 - 784: The Hospital’s Security Is Unlike Any Other
"Swish!"
The sphinx-like creature that had been drooling over his brain suddenly vanished, escaping to some dimension unknown.
"Little pest, you think I can’t handle you?"
Liu Zheng said triumphantly.
He’s no longer that newcomer delivery man who had to swallow his pride. If they’re tough, he’ll match their strength; if they’re soft, he’ll match their shamelessness; if they’re neither tough nor soft, he’ll out-disgust them.
With the combined essence of the Bloody Restaurant, sewer, and cemetery, who could be more disgusting than him? Who else?!
"Why are you sending Ando Arrows? I was just feeding it."
Doctor Nile came out holding a partially-used arrow sphere.
"I’m not sending them, just scaring it. I thought you’d guess it."
Liu Zheng laughed.
"I don’t have the Mind Reading Technique, how would I know what you’re thinking? Besides, even if I could read minds, I wouldn’t dare read yours—who knows what deadly secrets I’d uncover."
Doctor Nile quipped.
"I don’t have any unspeakable secrets, but as for those entities behind me, I can’t say the same."
He shrugged.
"Alright, alright, stop showing off your connections."
Doctor Nile waved dismissively.
Since he was already out, he decided to go back inside and bring out two large mugs of honey beer.
Needless to say about Liu Zheng, Doctor Nile, although a mummy, was also a Priest of God La. The two enjoyed the sunshine and beer, feeling pretty good.
After finishing a mug of beer, the carriage from the "Hundred Ghosts" bathhouse finally arrived.
"Is it Lord Liu Zheng?"
The little demons carrying the carriage inquired.
"That’s me."
Liu Zheng nodded.
"Mr. Batiao sent this for you."
The little demon handed him the cloth bundle tied around his waist.
"Thank you. How is Mr. Batiao?"
He accepted the bundle and asked.
"Well..."
The little demon hesitated, unsure whether to answer.
"If it’s inconvenient, forget it."
Liu Zheng didn’t press the little demon.
He untied the bundle, took out the box inside, stuffed a handful of bills back into the bundle, and crouched down to tie it back on the little demon’s waist.
"Thanks for running the errand."
Liu Zheng patted the little demon on the shoulder.
"Mr. Batiao’s situation doesn’t seem good; that woman has already gone down. But a doctor arrived, and he seems quite skilled."
Moved by his attitude, the little demon whispered in his ear before he could stand up.
The woman referred to Granny Tang, and the doctor naturally was Bai Yutang.
"Did that woman ask the doctor to treat Mr. Batiao?"
Liu Zheng inquired.
"I only saw her and the doctor enter the elevator together, but I don’t know if they went to treat Mr. Batiao."
The little demon shook his head.
"Got it. When you return, leave a message for Minister Thirteen from me. If Mr. Batiao can’t be treated successfully, I won’t blame them—I’ll handle his affairs and his family. But if Mr. Batiao dies due to delayed treatment, there will be no ’Hundred Ghosts’ on Bathhouse Street anymore."
He said calmly.
"Y-Yes, I’ll definitely relay the message."
The little demon shivered involuntarily and replied hastily.
"Go on."
Liu Zheng stood up, watching the carriage disappear like the wind.
"Are you really planning to wipe out ’Hundred Ghosts’? Aren’t many of your friends still in there?"
Doctor Nile asked.
"The building may be gone, but the people remain. As long as the market exists, without ’Hundred Ghosts,’ there will be ’Ten Ghosts’ or ’One Ghost.’"
He replied.
"But no one wants to change jobs unless necessary, and the treatment certainly won’t be as good as before."
Doctor Nile remarked.
"I can’t care that much. To protect, one must be able to destroy, even if it means destroying the things I want to protect."
Liu Zheng said coldly.
Doctor Nile looked into his eyes. Despite being newly healed, his gaze was as hardened as if forged a million times.
"In Zhen Dan, you classify excellent leaders as either heroes or tyrants. It seems you aim to be a tyrant."
Doctor Nile commented.
"I’m thinking nothing of the sort, just taking one step at a time."
Liu Zheng opened the box to reveal an incense stick about ten centimeters long.
Compared to last time, this God Inviting Incense was significantly thicker, with a more complex color—pitch black with specks of gold.
For some reason, looking at the incense’s color, he felt a sense of foreboding.
He picked up the incense, and a half-black half-gold mark appeared on his palm.
"Is it you?"
Liu Zheng murmured softly.
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
The voices of the Black Dumplings echoed briefly in his ear before vanishing.
"The God Inviting Incense is not only extremely complex to make but also consumes a large amount of Life Spirit Thoughts..."
He recalled Bai Yutang’s words.
Indeed, even if Mr. Batiao was willing to sacrifice himself, he couldn’t gather enough Life Spirit Thoughts alone.
In the furnace room, only the multitude of Black Dumplings were present and willing to sacrifice themselves.
"When weak beings receive grace, they can only repay with their lives."
Doctor Nile remarked.
As a priest, he could naturally sense the Life Spirit Thoughts within the incense.
There was another half of the sentence he left unsaid, "Just like believers, when granted divine protection, they must offer everything to the God."
But that statement was a bit too direct, so Doctor Nile left it unsaid.
Liu Zheng remained silent.
At this point, any further words would seem melodramatic.
However, he did not immediately offer the incense to the Five Directions Plague God; after all, much Sickness Qi had already been offered, and one had even received the "color" evaluation—it should be enough.
