The Gravekeeper: Help Me Add Fuel

"Who is it?"

A voice soon came from inside.

"Hello, is this Mr. Park?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It is. Who are you?"

Flop's tone was neither friendly nor particularly hostile.

"I'm a junior of Fisherman and Pond Master, here on behalf of the two elders to pay you a visit."

He had originally wanted to show off the gifts in his hands, but after noticing there was no peephole in the door, he gave up.

"Fisherman and Pond Master? Those two are still alive?"

Flop froze for a moment before asking.

He had not seen Fisherman for decades, and it had been nearly a century since he had last seen Pond Master.

If they were reclusive shut-ins like the Dragon Clan, who slept for centuries at a time, that would have been one thing. But those two were fishing addicts who went out every day to chum the water. If they had not been seen for so long, they had either been locked up or kicked the bucket. There was not much difference between the two, anyway.

"No, no, they're both still in great spirits. And they miss you terribly."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Miss me? Miss me for what?"

"They miss laughing at you when your luck is bad."

He answered honestly.

"Hmph. Those little bastards deserve to come home empty-handed."

Flop snorted and opened the door.

Contrary to Liu Zheng's expectations, this Schrödinger's unlucky guy was rather lean and handsome, with a tall, valiant build. If he grew a beard and put on ancient robes, he would have fit the image of a dashing high-ranking official.

Unfortunately, not only did he lack a beard, he was also wearing an old silk bathrobe, making him look more like a eunuch who enjoyed sunbathing.

"Bloodstained Restaurant!"

The moment