What Five-Star McLuther Once Said

"I understand—territorial jurisdiction."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Though he was a reporter, he still knew a thing or two about the law.

Of course, that also came from all the random knowledge he had accumulated as an online novelist.

"But sir, the fire on you seems to be burning quite strongly?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Look at the top of my head."

the gravekeeper said.

Liu Zheng did as he was told, only to see that the gravekeeper's skull had just a thin layer of flame on it. There was even a circle in the middle with no flame at all.

"This is..."

He hesitated, not daring to speak.

"It's baldness."

the gravekeeper said bluntly.

"Pfft!"

Liu Zheng really could not hold it in.

"Sorry."

He hurriedly apologized.

"It's fine. As long as I can't hear it."

The moment the gravekeeper finished speaking, Liu Zheng's hoof was in his hand.

Then, with a casual shove, he planted Liu Zheng headfirst into the ground.

"You can keep talking now."

the gravekeeper said.

"@#$%^&&?"

A string of muffled sounds came from underground.

"What did you say? I can't hear you."

The gravekeeper pretended to listen closely.

In truth, with his strength, let alone a layer of dirt, he could hear Liu Zheng even if Liu Zheng were talking in his sleep in hell.

"@#$%^&&(How about you pull me out first)?"

Liu Zheng said with a bitter smile.

"Still laughing?"

"@#$%^&&(No more laughing. I'll never laugh again)."

He hurriedly said.

The gravekeeper grabbed his hoof and pulled him back out.

"Ten thousand. One thousand for property damage, nine thousand for emotional damages."

The gravekeeper pointed at the hole in the ground.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! Fine."

Liu Zheng spat out the dirt in his mouth, then obediently paid up.

One laugh had cost him ten thousand.