Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 1095 - 520: Go ahead and lose your temper, if Little Linzi can’t hammer you to death, I’ll admit defeat!_2

Chapter 1095: Chapter 520: Go ahead and lose your temper, if Little Linzi can’t hammer you to death, I’ll admit defeat!_2

Only at a time like this did Deng Mingyu dare not erupt in anger, he could only approach Long Miaomiao with a smile.

"Little sister, could you mold a clay figure for uncle?"

Deng Mingyu was like a creepy uncle who lured little girls with lollipops, "Once you join the Safety Bureau and become part of uncle’s team, no one will dare bully you!"

Such words were rather blunt, and with Deng Mingyu’s status, he normally would not say such things, but today was different—with life and death at stake, he couldn’t afford to care about propriety.

Little Fatty Sister glanced at Deng Mingyu, "Brother Lin told me to mold for someone, I’ll mold for them!"

Deng Mingyu’s face darkened. Had he not retained some semblance of reason, he would have slapped Little Fatty Sister’s face into a pulp.

Really refusing a toast only to drink a penalty!

"Team Leader Deng, hurry and mold the clay figure!"

Xie Yangchun played the peacemaker and advised.

"God Lin, you’re not giving face?"

Deng Mingyu called out to God Lin, but without a shred of respect.

"You’re not qualified!"

Lin Baici responded indifferently.

His words immediately made the atmosphere tense.

"God Lin, being too arrogant can cost you dearly. Besides, don’t think just because you have Xia Hongmian backing you up, I won’t dare to blow up, right?"

Deng Mingyu was incredibly frustrated. If I’m going to die, I’m taking you with me.

When he said this, he glanced at Xia Hongyao because he knew this girl could fight well and was completely deceived by Lin Baici into obedience.

"Deng Mingyu, let me clarify two points. First, my sister isn’t Little Linzi’s support. He’s gotten to where he is all on his own, because he’s outstanding, and second, go ahead and blow up. If Little Linzi can’t hammer you to death, consider it my loss!"

Xia Hongyao held her dagger with a protective stance.

You think bullying my ace is a smart move?

"Team Leader Deng, there’s no need for things to become so tense!"

Xie Yangchun was really stressed, pulling Deng Mingyu aside, "Quickly mold the clay figure, no matter how slim the chance, we have to try!"

"Aren’t you going to persuade him?"

Gu Qingqiu saw Zhang Hao not moving and joked.

"If a fight breaks out, I’ll help God Lin!"

Zhang Hao smiled slightly; she had actually wanted to be the peacemaker subconsciously, but she held back when the words reached her lips. Not to mention the huge potential of Lin Baici, right now, she needed his help to survive.

Deng Mingyu did not want to die. After taking several deep breaths and suppressing his rage, he began to concentrate on molding the clay figure.

Three minutes later, of the dozen or so people contaminated this wave, half turned into clay sculptures. Then, about half a minute later, a new wave of contamination began.

"Details can be rough, proportions of body and limbs don’t need to be normal, but the facial features must be included!"

Gu Qingqiu observed the clay figures molded by the examiners who passed the test. Aside from those molded by Lin Baici and Little Fatty Sister, most people’s were not intricate.

However, in the end, some people lived, and some did not, so she compared and summarized this lesson.

"Qingqiu is really good—quickly mold the figures as she said!"

No one needed Xia Hongyao’s reminder. Life was at stake, and everyone had to try.

The result proved her right; the second wave of contaminated people all survived.

"Thank you!"

"Red Medicine, your companions are so strong!"

"Truly worthy of geniuses who completed the Busan Trip!"

Compliments came from the crowd.

"Hehe, I have a good eye, right?"

Xia Hongyao was proud.

"We need to find a solution; we can’t let this stone monster lead us by the nose. If this contamination continues, nobody will withstand it."

Xie Yangchun stomped on the ground, "What do you think, is God’s bones inside the statue, or underground?"

Nobody knew the answer; amidst the trembling fear, the Goddess statue suddenly spoke up.

"Wretched ants, I only desire living sacrifices!"

The voice was coarse, like river sand scraping over pebbles.

Everyone tensed up after hearing this requirement.

Living sacrifices?

Is it going to kill someone?

In an instant, everyone’s nerves were on edge, on guard against sneak attacks by others.

"Everybody, stay calm!"

Both Xie Yangchun and Zhang Hao scolded.

"God Lin, it’s raising its arm!"

Ai Xuyue moved closer to Lin Baici, tugging at his sleeve.

She had to talk more with Lin Baici, to deepen their relationship and grab onto this powerful support.

Lin Baici had already seen it. The Goddess statue was gazing into the distance, raising its right arm as if pointing the way.

"What does it mean?"

Xia Hongyao stroked her chin, "Are there living sacrifices over there?"

"Why don’t we go see for ourselves?"

Xie Yangchun rushed out.

[Take your clay figures!]

"Take your clay figures with you!"

Lin Baici shouted.

His word was quite effective now, and even those who had run off returned to grab their clay figures.

The crowd ran for about a mile and saw a large expanse of mud pits with numerous clay sculptures lying haphazardly inside, soaked in the mud.

"Look quick!"

Xia Hongyao pointed with her hand, her keen eyes had seen something black and palm-sized occasionally revealing a muddy surface: "Does it look like Little Clay Men?"

"Does that weird stone statue mean that it wants us to catch these mud figures and offer them up?"

Ai Xuyue asked.

"Could you just shut up?"

Xie Yangchun was annoyed, "Where do you think it is your turn to speak?"

Ai Xuyue hung her head, moving closer to Lin Baici’s side.

Gurgle!

Lin Baici’s stomach growled, hunger began to set in.

Could there be God’s Bones buried here?

"Is this place a swamp? People would sink into it, wouldn’t they?"

An Yi Xian worried.

There was no time to spare, and Deng Mingyu certainly had no leisure to guess.

"You three, go down and catch the mud figures!"

Deng Mingyu pointed to three young examiners.

The three dawdled, not wanting to go down.

"Go now!"

Deng Mingyu roared, making the three shrink their necks in fear.

"Why should we be the ones to go down?"

A short-haired examiner had barely finished speaking when Deng Mingyu rushed up to him, punching his head to burst, and then with a kick, sent the headless body flying into the swamp.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped in horror, collectively stepping back.

Swish!

Deng Mingyu turned his head, locking eyes on the remaining two examiners: "Choose death? Or go down?"

Xie Yangchun and Zhang Hao didn’t persuade Deng Mingyu because this was to their advantage as well.

"God Lin..."

One examiner sought help from Lin Baici, not even finishing his plea before Deng Mingyu’s slap burst his head, and then as he backhanded toward the other, the latter raised his hands to his head.

"Don’t kill me, I’ll go!"

The male examiner jumped into the swamp.

"Deng Mingyu has lost his mind!"

The big aunt sighed.

"This is the pollution of a god, even Dragon Levels might not be able to handle it, so I understand him!"

An Yi Xian’s expression was grave.

For God Hunters with power and money, life was so beautiful, who would want to die?

Deng Mingyu was not the type like Xia Hongyao who enjoyed purifying God’s Ruins; he purely saw this as a job. Once his life was in danger, he would immediately choose self-preservation.

And, of course, there was another reason: Deng Mingyu had a falling-out with Lin Baici, and since these people had sided with Lin Baici just now, Deng Mingyu felt no remorse using them.

It was only because Deng Mingyu didn’t dare to provoke Lin Baici, otherwise, he would have thrown all of them into the swamp long ago.

The male examiner named Qin Weida had joined the Security Bureau for three years and was quite capable.

The Little Clay Men, like mudfish, would stick their heads out, take a glance, and then dive back down.

Qin Weida reached out to catch one but grasped at nothing; meanwhile, the mud figure seized the opportunity to pop up from behind him, leaping onto his thigh and biting down hard.

Tear!

Qin Weida’s pants ripped open, and a large patch of flesh tore off with it.

Blood poured down his leg immediately.

"Fuck, where are you running to?"

Qin Weida grabbed again, throwing himself forward; his entire arm plunged into the hole left by the mud figure.

After about seven or eight seconds, Qin Weida pulled out his arm, holding a Little Clay Man that was screaming and desperately struggling.

Fearful of more significant dangers lurking in the swamp, Qin Weida quickly made for the shore now that he had caught a mud figure.

"Give it to me!"

Deng Mingyu demanded.

Reluctantly but with no room for defiance, Qin Weida complied.

Deng Mingyu took the clay figure and found that aside from being covered in black mud, it resembled a miniature human.

"Offer it to the Goddess!"

Deng Mingyu handed the mud figure back to Qin Weida.

"Fucking hell!"

Qin Weida cursed internally; he knew Deng Mingyu wasn’t showing a burst of kindness but wanted him to continue testing the rule pollution.

Without a choice, Qin Weida ran back.

Everyone immediately followed suit.

In front of the Goddess statue, Qin Weida knelt down, presenting the one he’d caught with both hands as an offering to the Goddess.

"I seek a sacrifice that represents your sincerity — a living offering!"

The Goddess statue sounded displeased.

Qin Weida looked bewildered, turning to look at Lin Baici and then at Gu Qingqiu: "What does it mean—"

Bang!

A massive hand slammed down, flattening Qin Weida into a spattered mess of flesh.