The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!

The man in the Taoist robe took a Shariputra from his sleeve, its surface covered with densely packed electronic components and circuits.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed to form some sort of text.

Next, he took out a speaker and connected the Shariputra to it using an audio cable.

"At that time, in the inconceivable, immeasurable, unspeakable, countless worlds across the universe, all the manifestations of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva assembled in the heavenly palace..."

The robe-wearing man pressed the play button, and the sound of chanting immediately emanated from the speaker.

Quickly, his blood and frozen flowers were drawn out by the chanting, attaching themselves to the Shariputra.

A few minutes later, fresh blood began to flow from his wound, while the Shariputra burned spontaneously without flame.

"Amitabha, if I don't enter Hell, who will..."

As the volume decreased, the speaker and Shariputra burned to ash together.

"Hehehe."

The man in the robe let out a mocking laugh.

If he wasn't prepared, would he dare use the Red Lotus Karma Fire against the person in the coffin?

"Master, oh master, you always think you're the smartest person in Metropolis. In reality, anyone is smarter than you."

The man in the robe tapped the coffin lid as he spoke.

Then he waved his long sleeves, attempting to take the coffin away, but it didn't budge.

"This is trouble."

The robe-wearing man furrowed his brow.

This coffin is named the Northern Yin Sky Mending Coffin, crafted from the roots of the withered Jian Wood and the five-colored divine clay contaminated by the Yellow Springs.

Jian Wood is an ancient divine tree, a bridge for communication between gods and humans, and the five-colored divine clay is the material used by Nuwa to craft the five-colored stones for mending the heavens.

Both contain boundless vitality and are infused with countless yin energy, making the Northern Yin Sky Mending Coffin forged from them a cycle of life and death; even a mortal lying inside can extend their life by a thousand years, and it's a supreme treasure for cultivating Ghost Immortals or refining corpses.

Whether for emotional reasons or for profit, the man in the robe couldn't just leave it here.

He grasped the edge of the coffin, attempting to use the cloud-riding technique, but the coffin was heavy as a mountain and wouldn't fly.

He then tried to drag it with brute force, managing to drag it a few steps.

"Looks like this treasure resists all methods, will have to drag it back all the way."

The man in the robe said with a frown.

The Ten Thousand Great Mountains are not kind places, and dragging it back to the city brings many variables.

Though he frequently traveled between the two places and was confident in avoiding most dangers, he couldn't say that accidents wouldn't happen.

Moreover...

The robe-wearing man's gaze finally fell on Liu Zheng and his group.

If these people were to leak the information, that would indeed be troublesome.

"It seems you won't be getting my reward, delivery man."

The man in the robe said flatly, raising a hand.

Countless yin energy swarmed out, transforming into ghost generals with eighteen different weapons charging toward the crowd.

"Dodging payment is not a good habit."

Liu Zheng sprang up with a swift motion similar to a carp flipping, wielding the "Seven Deadly Sins·Anger," sweeping away the ghost generals.

True damage is the nemesis of these vanishing existences.

"Is the bloodline of the Black Mountain Goat Cub really so miraculous?"

The man in the robe looked at Liu Zheng's already mostly healed body with envy and jealousy.

He had paid a huge price to connect that face and that finger, yet he was left with unhealable aftereffects.

And this mixed-blood Black Mountain Goat Cub obviously had the most severe injuries, yet his recovery was the fastest, needing no external assistance, truly terrifying.

"I don't know about others, but I'm quite miraculous."

As Liu Zheng spoke, he started pulling things from his pocket.

"Let me be clear, I have two lives. You kill me now, I'll resurrect in the city, and I guarantee you'll have no place there."

"And you've seen her, the young miss of the Stone Spirit Clan, the apple of the Stone Mother's eye. Kill her, and you'll have no place in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains."

He pointed at Shi Tiantian, who had partially turned into a novice sculpting work.

"I have no interest in your grudges, no interest in this coffin, no interest in you. You take your coffin and leave, I'll go to General Services for my reward, and it'll be as if nothing happened here."

"You should have researched me; my word is more reliable than a City Hall document."

Liu Zheng attempted to negotiate the conflict.

After all, the others had lost their combat ability, and this guy was so treacherous, he'd definitely strike them to distract him.

And he couldn't let Doctor Nile and the others die; avoiding conflict was better.

"Indeed, I have investigated you, delivery man; you've become quite the sensation recently. I trust your ability and your character, otherwise, I wouldn't offer the Chaotic Dice as a reward."

There seemed to be a hint of admiration in the man's tone.

"If you were alone today, I might even agree to sign a confidentiality agreement with you, given we have many potential collaboration opportunities in the future."

"Unfortunately, too many people, too much risk."

"So, I'll have to ask you to die. After all, Metropolis doesn't need a second Legendary delivery man."

"Sunflower Thousand Split Hand!"

The man raised a single palm skyward, and a giant sunflower suddenly bloomed, splitting into numerous palm shadows that surged toward the group.

Liu Zheng was equally decisive, taking out the pilot's jacket given by Red Pig and tossing it into the air.

Red Pig's sturdy figure appeared in the air, then punched and shattered all the palm shadows.

"Resentful spirits' avatars, huh? Interesting. High-quality resentful spirits like this are quite useful for creating a Wandering Soul Banner."