Chapter 1400: This Chapter Will Be Updated Before 2pm Tomorrow, Thank You for Your Understanding

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Pretend I didn’t say anything."

Liu Zheng admitted defeat decisively.

In a battle of reason with a cemetery, who was he to contend? He’s not worth a damn thing.

"Take this."

The Tomb Guardian took out an envelope from the iron pot and tossed it to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng opened the envelope and took out a folded A4 paper.

"Appointing Liu Zheng, a third-class citizen, to handle the cemetery’s odor pollution problem, with a one-week deadline. All units and individuals in the Metropolis are urged to provide necessary support and refrain from hindering..."

The document was signed with a miniature image of the cemetery’s archway.

"This is..."

He looked at this document, unsure whether it counted as a notice or a letter of introduction, lost in thought.

"You can consider it as an Amulet, or as a death warrant. Which one it turns out to be depends on whether you complete the task on time."

The Tomb Guardian laid out the situation clearly.

"Then I request an extension to two weeks."

Liu Zheng said.

"Don’t be too greedy, human. At most, I’ll gift you another pot of soup."

The Tomb Guardian pointed at the iron pot and said.

"It’s not another weird smelly soup, is it?"

He pulled at the corner of his mouth and asked.

"No, it’s just a regular and delicious cowboy stew soup. Of course, compared to you living folks, it’s more suited to the taste of the Dead."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Well, it’s better than nothing. So what about the pot?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"I’ve already shot it to pieces."

The Tomb Guardian replied.

"Honorable Tomb Guardian, you didn’t mention you’d smash the pot."

He lamentedly said.

"I didn’t expect the soup would be that smelly either."

Recalling the first impact at the time, even the Tomb Guardian couldn’t help but change his expression.

To be fair, it was quite intense, even stronger than the vivacious feeling brought by the previous Sun God Fire.

"Please think of something. If I can’t retrieve the pot, I’ll be made into sashimi."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"Hmm... then I’ll let you take some special products back."

The Tomb Guardian thought for a moment, took his whip from his waist, and swung it out.

The whip tip pierced into the void, and soon dragged out a sturdy, tall bull with chestnut curly hair, looking dorky and simple.

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As Liu Zheng reached the archway, he had a strong premonition.

Cross this step, and he enters Hell.

"What should I do?"

He quickly thought.

Buying biochemical protective gear now would definitely be too late, and it might not be useful.

"Forget it, if I die, I die."

Liu Zheng gritted his teeth.

Skinny Horse was punished to drink the smelly soup because of him, so might as well face hardships together.

He took a deep breath, then directly activated the six-arm mode to block his eyes, nose, and ears.

But the moment Liu Zheng stepped into the cemetery, he realized his efforts were futile.

An immense, overpowering odor stormed into his senses, engulfing all his perceptions quickly.

It smelled foul, looked foul, sounded foul, tasted foul, felt foul too.

The foulness boiled, roared, Liu Zheng seemed to feel their hatred.

Clearly the same thing, why are they foul, why are you fresh.

Attack! Attack!

Attack everything in this world.

Rush forward! Rush fiercely! Increase exponentially!

As long as it’s intense enough, all flavors are foul.

Just as Liu Zheng was being submerged by the ubiquitous stench, a fire ignited.

The fire transformed into an angry ghost face, opening a bloody mouth and blowing fiercely towards Liu Zheng.

The smoke from the burning ashes blew into his soul, carrying a charred foul smell.

Though still a foul odor, it was different after all.

And this subtle difference granted Liu Zheng a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the overwhelming stench.

Seizing this moment, he ignited a fire.

The golden Sun God Fire burned fiercely, emitting the odor of scorched protein.

The dual stench acted together, finally holding off the invading uniform stench from outside.

Just as Liu Zheng pondered on breaking the predicament, a rumbling sound of sour-smelling hoofs reached his ears.

Then, he felt as if he left the ground, continuously moving.

After an indeterminable period, Liu Zheng’s senses gradually recovered.

He opened his eyes and found himself in the Gobi Desert.

Lying on Skinny Horse’s back, not far away, the Tomb Guardian was cooking something using a makeshift iron pot over a campfire.

"How’s the taste?"

The Tomb Guardian looked up and asked.

"Too smelly."

Numerous adjectives flashed through Liu Zheng’s mind, but only these three words reached his lips.

"The Metropolitan Most Smelly Soup, truly lives up to its name."

The Tomb Guardian nodded.

"Yes, it’s quite potent. Brother Ma, don’t you agree?"

He patted the horse’s back, but the Skinny Horse did not respond.

"Hmm?"

He dismounted and found the Skinny Horse’s eyes lifeless.

Reaching out with his fingers, he realized the horse was no longer breathing.

"Your Excellency, the Tomb Guardian, may I ask what happened to the Skinny Horse?"

Liu Zheng asked with a slightly somber tone.

Though it seemed unlikely, these big figures could be unpredictable, and it wasn’t impossible for the Skinny Horse to have been put to death.

"It’s dead."

The Tomb Guardian replied coldly.

"It’s just a Legendary Item, is it worth it?"

He asked.

"Whether it’s worth it or not is for me to decide."

The Tomb Guardian replied.

"Can I take its body away?"

After a moment of silence, Liu Zheng asked.

"This is a cemetery, where do you intend to take it?"

The Tomb Guardian asked.

"It’s not just cemeteries that can bury the dead. I know a grassland where the grass is very green and tender, suitable for burying a horse."

He was referring to the grassland that led into the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

Though the grass wasn’t the best for eating, the Skinny Horse wouldn’t be eating anymore, so it didn’t matter.

"I raised it from a foal with hands full of beans and hay; you think you can take it away with just a word?"

The Tomb Guardian said.

"What do you want?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I want fire, the fire of Ra."

The Tomb Guardian said.

Not the ordinary Sun God Fire but Ra’s Divine Power Essence.

And once this essence is taken, the "Ra’s Grace" that granted Liu Zheng a second life would cease to work.

In Ra’s current state, unless Liu Zheng accomplished some major feats, it would be impossible for him to be granted it again.

"Sure."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"Too bad it disagrees."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Huh?"

Just as he was puzzled, the Tomb Guardian drew out a revolver.

Liu Zheng made no move, just quietly watched.

Unless the Tomb Guardian was truly mad, it was impossible for him to have killed the Skinny Horse and now want to kill him too.

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

A phantom bullet shot out from the gun’s muzzle; upon closer inspection, it was clearly a galloping horse.

"Neigh~"

The bullet pierced the Skinny Horse’s forehead; it snorted, and its eyes gradually regained life.

"Brother Ma, you’re not dead!"

Liu Zheng said with delight.

"Neigh~"

The Skinny Horse lowered its head and nuzzled his face.

"To be precise, it has died. Faced with dying from the stench or being shot, it chose the latter."

The Tomb Guardian tucked away the revolver.

"I’d choose being shot too."

Liu Zheng said with lingering fear.

"You will, if you don’t complete the task."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"What task?"

"The stench at the gate has seriously impacted the cemetery’s normal operations. As the initiator, you need to find a way to eliminate the odors, at least reduce it to a level acceptable by living creatures."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"...Could you be reasonable?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

What do you mean he’s the initiator? He hadn’t intended for the soup to be brought into the cemetery; it was the Tomb Guardian who insisted.

"Sure, and you’ve won that argument. Now, it’s your turn to reason with the cemetery."

The Tomb Guardian said.

"Forget I said anything."

Liu Zheng decisively conceded.

Reason with the cemetery, does he stand a chance? What does he stand a chance like?

"Take this."

The Tomb Guardian pulled an envelope from the iron pot and tossed it to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng opened the envelope and took out a folded A4 sheet.

"Hereby appointing third-class citizen Liu Zheng to handle the cemetery odor pollution issue, with a deadline of one week. Metropolitan entities and individuals are urged to offer necessary assistance and refrain from obstruction..."

The signature was a miniature emblem of the cemetery’s gate.