Liu Zheng: I'm the All-You-Can-Eat Buffet

"You know about Nuwa's Intestines, right?"

Hishikibe asked.

"I know Nuwa—the one who patched up the sky and created humanity. But I don't know anything about her intestines."

Liu Zheng replied.

"That's all just mythology from outside. The humans of Metropolis definitely weren't created by her anyway,"

Hishikibe retorted.

"Whatever. Whoever made them, made them. Go on."

He said indifferently.

They wouldn't even count as relatives after five generations, much less something from who knew how many generations ago.

"There were ten gods known as Nuwa's Intestines. They transformed into gods and dwelled across the Wilds of Liguang, stretching across the roads. The Wachang Clan are descendants of Nuwa's Intestines, though only they themselves know which of the ten gods they descended from."

"Anyway, the Wachang Clan migrated to Metropolis a long time ago. Their family is mysterious and doesn't like dealing with outsiders, but they're still an old noble house with considerable strength and foundations."

Hishikibe said.

"They don't like dealing with outsiders, so how do you know them? Aren't you pretty socially anxious too?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Bullshit! Who told you I'm socially anxious?"

Hishikibe snapped.

"Someone was just envious that I have lots of friends."

"That was contempt, contempt!"

Hishikibe shouted.

"Fine, fine. Contempt however you like. You can even squint at me if you want. Keep talking."

He soothed her.

"Hmph. There's a rumor that the Wachang Clan participated in the construction of both Bloodstained Restaurant and Sewer."

"Generally speaking, rumors are true. That Wachang Clan really has some clout, then."

Liu Zheng said, stroking his chin.

Being involved in the construction of two landmarks was impressive, even if they had only been subcontracting foremen.

"Unfortunately, their clan has few members. By Wachang Mingming's generation—the Pajama Guy you mentioned—he's the sole remaining heir. And he's already