Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 1102 - 524: Encounter with a False God

Chapter 1102: Chapter 524: Encounter with a False God

The atmosphere in the mud pit was polarized.

Some people’s sacrificial clay figures ate snacks, submerged into the dark mud, and searched for stones, which made them so happy they even wanted to do a hula dance.

Those who could not make their sacrificial clay figures work, regardless of what they fed them, were incredibly distressed and felt like killing somebody.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if everyone’s sacrificial clay figures were useless, but why on earth did it have to be their own who belonged to the unlucky few?

Luckily, there was still one chance left.

Feed the clay figure with one’s own flesh!

"I’ll give it a try!"

Xie Yangchun pursed his lips, drew out a dagger, rolled up his trouser leg, and with a whoosh, sliced off a thin piece of flesh from his thigh, then fed it to his clay figure.

"Eat it!"

Xie Yangchun extended the piece of flesh.

"Come on, eat!"

"Please!"

"I wonder if thigh meat will work?"

Everyone was watching Xie Yangchun, eagerly awaiting a result, with some praying to all the gods they knew in their hearts.

Xie Yangchun’s clay figure, which had been bored to death, suddenly perked up at the scent of blood, like a startled rabbit. It sprang up and lunged at the piece of meat Xie Yangchun handed over, grabbing and stuffing it into its mouth.

"It ate it! It ate it!"

"It worked!"

"We’re saved!"

Relief washed over the crowd. Slicing one’s own flesh was bloody and excruciating, but if it meant survival, it was worth it.

"How much does it need to eat?"

An Yi Xian’s face was a picture of woe.

After eating the piece of meat, the clay figure licked its tongue, clearly wanting more.

"Go find a stone that can fit on this stone slab!"

Xie Yangchun showed the stone slab to the clay figure.

The clay figure didn’t look at it but instead leaped onto his leg and took a big bite.

"Damn!"

The intense pain immediately assaulted Xie Yangchun’s brain, and he instinctively wanted to throw the clay figure off.

"Don’t!"

Zhang Hao intervened.

Xie Yangchun’s willpower was not bad, and he stopped himself, fearing that angering the clay figure would spell doom.

Fortunately, the clay figure didn’t press its advantage. After tearing at his leg like a starving dog for a few bites, it jumped down and submerged into the black mud.

About three minutes later, the clay figure emerged with a stone in its hands and ran to Xie Yangchun’s side.

"Thank you!"

Xie Yangchun politely took it.

Whoosh!

The Little Clay Man darted back onto Xie Yangchun’s thigh and began gnawing again.

"..."

Xie Yangchun gritted his teeth, figured out where to place the stone on the stone slab, and fit it in the upper left corner.

"It worked!"

Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief; as long as they could survive, a small wound was nothing.

"Sister Xian, start quickly!"

Xia Hongyao urged.

"Why am I so unlucky?"

An Yi Xian was on the verge of tears.

Hua Yue Yu’s clay figure returned, carrying a stone. After giving it to her, the clay figure began rolling on the ground, squeaking for recognition.

"Good job!"

The Little Merperson praised it, handing over a potato chip.

The clay figure quickly took it, ate it, and then dashed off, diving into the dark mud and vanishing.

This scene made An Yi Xian even more envious.

She had no choice but to take off her pants and slice into her thigh.

"At least there’s a solution!"

An Yi Xian comforted herself.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Deng Mingyu cursed, helpless but to slice his own flesh and feed the clay figure.

Time was of the essence; everyone hurried to find stones to repair the damaged stone slab.

"Old... Old White, could... could you help me?"

Fang Mingyuan sought help, his voice quavering.

He had never set foot in a kitchen his entire life. As one of the People from Jiuzhou, aside from kitchen knives, he had hardly ever handled any other kind of blade, so Fang Mingyuan had no idea how to use one.

If he cut carelessly, he feared he might sever a major artery.

"Shall I help you?"

Long Miaomiao volunteered with self-importance: "My dad is a chef. I’ve learned from him, so my knife skills are really good!"

"No thanks!"

Fang Mingyuan declined.

"How about I do it?"

Xia Hongyao twirled a knife.

"Bai Ci, let me borrow your kitchen knife!"

Lin Baici said while taking out the Butcher’s Mask from the Black Tripod Bowl and putting it on his face.

With this thing, Lin Baici would immediately become an expert in slaughter, achieving the level of Culinary Butchering, and have a +1 intimidation effect on beasts.

"What are you waiting for? Take off your pants!"

Long Miaomiao felt a bit resentful seeing Fang Mingyuan igno her.

I consider you a friend, I definitely wouldn’t harm you.

"Old... Old White, please be gentle, not too much at once!"

Fang Mingyuan unbuckled his belt, instructing.

Lin Baici took the kitchen knife, yanked down Fang Mingyuan’s trousers, then drew a cut on his thigh.

Whoosh!

Fang Mingyuan felt nothing until he saw Lin Baici pass him a slice of flesh; only then did he realize that Lin Baici had already made a move.

"Lin Bai, does your family sell pork?"

Fang Mingyuan was astonished, especially seeing the slice of meat, thin as a cicada’s wing, nearly transparent.

In fact, he wanted to ask, "Was your ancestor an executioner?" – the kind who handled dismemberment executions.

But that wouldn’t be a nice thing to say.

"Feed it quickly!"

Lin Baici sliced the meat.

Seeing this, An Yi Xian immediately came over, "Little Linzi, why didn’t you say you had this skill?"

"Come on, help Sister Xian slice some flesh!"

An Yi Xian said, lifting her thigh in front of Lin Baici.

Plump and full, with yoga pants on, she would surely feel meaty to the touch.

"I can only minimize the pain; it’s still going to hurt!"

Lin Baici spoke, and Fang Mingyuan immediately began gasping for air from the burning pain.

It really hurt.

"I understand!"

An Yi Xian slapped her buttocks, sending waves rippling: "Quickly then!"