Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 138 - 138 95 The Raven Forest of Death The Crimson Scarecrow_1

138: Chapter 95 The Raven Forest of Death, The Crimson Scarecrow_1 138: Chapter 95 The Raven Forest of Death, The Crimson Scarecrow_1 [Yikes, such a vast expanse of flesh-forest—if someone saw so much food during a famine, it would surely bring a sense of security.]

Lin Baici did not recognize the trees in this forest.

They were low, robust, and contorted, their branches resembling the twisted limbs of an emaciated elderly person, bent into various shapes, or perhaps the claws of undead creatures, arranged in a bizarre prayer ritual.

There weren’t many leaves on the trees, and most of them were a blood-red color, as if squeezing them hard might wring out blood.

However, what was most terrifying was that each tree had ‘game’ carcasses hanging from its branches with hemp ropes.

These carcasses included sheep, deer, and cattle, as well as wolves, tigers, and leopards, but no matter whether they were herbivores or carnivores, they had all been skinned, their bellies slit open, and their innards cleaned out, some even had their heads chopped off.

If you didn’t frequently deal with these animals, you wouldn’t recognize them at all because once skinned, their shapes were considerably altered.

Drip drop!

Drip drop!

Occasionally, fresh blood dripped from the carcasses, landing on the ground and congealing into pools of dark black that caused hearts to race.

In the air, a fishy stench wafted about.

Everyone felt creeped out, and many girls covered their mouths, afraid to make a noise and attract trouble.

“Little Bai!”

Hua Yue Yu leaned closer to Lin Baici.

This part of the forest wasn’t densely leafed, but with so many pieces of ‘game’ hanging, densely packed, it blocked out a lot of the sunlight, causing the woods to appear dim.

Moreover, with the shadows these carcasses cast on the ground, looking as if they were gnashing teeth and flailing, the area was enveloped in a terrifying and ominous atmosphere.

After sweeping his gaze over the ‘game’ carcasses that were being dried, Lin Baici looked to his right.

There was a group, about thirty strong, all of them worn out, frantic, and overtaken by thick fear.

The man leading them, in his forties with a Qi Fentou haircut and a square face, wore a black suit.

He had removed his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder, and was only wearing a white shirt.

Spots of all sorts stained his white shirt, blood and what looked like bird droppings among them.

Even from this distance, Lin Baici could smell the stench that emanated from them.

[A man of resolute and decisive action—if he hadn’t fallen into the Divine Ruins, his life would have been smooth sailing, enjoying the pleasures of being a winner.]

[Wait, no, such a person entering the Divine Ruins might achieve even greater heights, after all, life in the real world had lost its challenges for him.]

[The endpoints that ordinary people strive for their entire lives, they step on just by reaching out.]

Lin Baici observed the man with the Qi Fentou haircut seriously.

The Eater God only commented on him, indicating that he was someone to watch.

However, Lin Baici saw a ‘familiar’ person among the crowd.

It was the girl who had been responsible for pressing the elevator buttons when he had taken the elevator to the underground shooting range.

Her blue step-dress uniform was full of stains, mostly bird droppings.

Perhaps the dress was too hindering for movement, hence the right side of the skirt had been torn away.

With every casual step, her thigh was exposed.

Her flesh-colored stockings were riddled with runs and holes, and a bloodstain marred her left leg, with only one high-heeled shoe remaining on her left foot.

Lin Baici remembered the elevator girl as very pretty, with impeccable manners.

But now, her entire being seemed devoid of vitality, only fear remained.

She stood hunched over, shoulders curled, as if a rabbit scared stiff.

[A woman addicted to collecting designer bags—with one LV bag, you may successfully court her; if not, then two!]

[And with three, you can choose any pose from a game of poker!]

“I’m giving you one last chance—if these pieces of ‘game’ keep getting damaged or go missing, I’ll chop you up and serve you as a dish to Boss Wang,” the Chamberlain scolded.

“It won’t happen again!”

Qi Fentou, clutching a bronze pike, swore through clenched teeth.

“Hmph!”

The Chamberlain snorted coldly and turned to Lin Baici and the others, instructing Qi Fentou, “Show them what to do, and make sure there are no mistakes!”

“Give them some weapons!”

After the Chamberlain left, the warriors dropped the bronze pikes, crossbows, and arrows they carried on the ground.

As he walked away, the oppressive atmosphere at the scene eased significantly.

“What’s going on?”

Guo Zheng waved Qi Fentou over.

“Come on, explain!”

Qi Fentou, holding his pike, scrutinized these new arrivals.

As for Guo Zheng, he ignored him, disliking the guy’s attitude.

“What the fuck, you’re ignoring me?

You’re quite arrogant, aren’t you?”

Guo Zheng found it funny.

I can’t deal with Lin Baici, but can’t I handle you?

He rolled up his sleeves, preparing to teach Qi Fentou a lesson and put him in his place.

“God Lin, this is Boss Wang Mingfu, the owner of Palm Harbor,” Gu Rongjie said, standing beside Lin Baici, introducing him.

Although she was still very upset, she had now adjusted her attitude and was ready to serve Lin Baici with the same fervor she did her secretarial duties, determined to make him see that she could be his right-hand candidate, and thus receive the Divine Grace from him.

At the very least, she wanted to make sure Lin Baici wouldn’t consider her as expendable.

“In the Divine Ruins, being any kind of ‘boss’ is pointless!”

Guo Zheng jeered.

“If you keep up that attitude, you’re going to die!”

Wang Mingfu glanced at Guo Zheng, casually mocking him and not taking him seriously, looking at Lin Baici: “Gu, this is…”

Anyone Gu Rongjie treated so cautiously must be no small fry.