Liu Zheng: I'm Not the Protagonist

He looked toward the burned area. Beneath the disguise of the Erotic Suit, a black mark glowed faintly red.

"Wasn't this given to me by those beggar Black Dumplings?"

Liu Zheng remembered.

"Yeah, they seemed to squeak too. Are you related to them?"

He held the mark out before the Black Dumpling pinned beneath the coal.

"Squeak!"

The Black Dumpling struggled, using its eyeballs to indicate that it was right.

"You want me to save you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Squeak!!!"

The Black Dumpling cried even louder.

"Fine."

He had helped once already, so helping one more time did not matter. That was sunk cost for you.

"Uncle Hachijo, you heard it. It asked me to help."

Liu Zheng called out to Hachijo.

"If you're helping, then help. Why are you wasting so many words?"

Hachijo said impatiently.

His arms moved even faster, until only afterimages could be seen.

"Uncle Hachijo, are you sure you won't get tangled up like that?"

Liu Zheng asked with concern.

"If you keep babbling, I'll throw you into the pot and boil you. Human flesh is good medicinal material too—it nourishes yin and replenishes yang, promotes blood circulation, and beautifies the skin."

Hachijo said sinisterly.

"My mistake."

He promptly gave in.

"Hmph."

Hachijo ignored him.

Liu Zheng looked at his back and thought for a moment, then lifted a corner of the Erotic Suit. A thick tentacle stretched out slightly.

"Hm?"

Hachijo's body stiffened for an instant, then he continued working as though nothing had happened.

"Uncle Hachijo, aren't you going to ask?"

Hachijo pretended not to see it, but Liu Zheng deliberately provoked him.

"No time. Stop bothering me and get to work."

Hachijo said bluntly.

"Got it."

He answered with a grin, then directly extended all four tentacles.

Hachijo's body stiffened again, but