Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 154 - 154 99 I Am Ill Cutting Open My Heart to Prove It_1

154: Chapter 99: I Am Ill, Cutting Open My Heart to Prove It_1 154: Chapter 99: I Am Ill, Cutting Open My Heart to Prove It_1 The Chief Eunuch stood under a tree, not speaking, merely fiddling with a jade pendant.

Wang Mingfu’s group did not dare to whisper to each other, keeping their heads lowered, silently waiting.

The dozen or so injured individuals didn’t dare make any noise either, even if they were in such pain that they felt like dying, they were grimly enduring it.

The Chief Eunuch had already dispatched guards into the meat grove to inspect the condition of the game.

If it deemed the loss significant, it would punish everyone.

After ten minutes, the guards returned and reported to the Chief Eunuch.

Upon hearing their report, a smile finally appeared on its deadpan face.

“Not bad, you all have put in effort!”

The Chief Eunuch rewarded them: “Go to the official residence, and I’ll grant you a bowl of dog food to eat!”

Everyone immediately burst into tears of joy.

“Does this mean we’ve passed?”

Zhao Tong covered her mouth with her left hand, crying softly.

“We’ve finally endured it!”

Zeng Chuanxing swung his fists excitedly a few times.

But Wang Mingfu was not so happy.

He walked over to Lin Baici’s side and asked in a low voice, “God Lin, what are we going to face next?”

“I don’t know!”

Lin Baici told the truth, but he guessed that God’s bones should be right within this royal garden.

The group followed the Chief Eunuch to the previous courtyard, where there were official dwellings for people to rest.

But just as they entered and hadn’t yet seen the meal, a eunuch in a blue robe hurried over.

“Xiao Li?”

Lv Yingxi was shocked, because this eunuch was the young man with earrings who had been taken away for purification before.

Xiao Li’s face was awkward, and he subconsciously touched his lower abdomen.

He did not speak to everyone but rushed to the Chief Eunuch’s side, “The King has ordered that tonight there shall be a grand banquet to rejoice with the populace.

Those who have presented the King with fine wines and spirits are also to attend the banquet at the Star-Picking Palace!”

“At your command!”

The Chief Eunuch said respectfully and then looked towards Lin Baici and the others, “Have you all heard?

Later when you arrive at the Star-Picking Palace, pay great attention to etiquette and do not offend the King.”

Following the Chief Eunuch, the group trod the cobblestone path deep into the garden, walking for about eight or nine minutes before finally stopping in front of a palace complex.

Gurgle!

Lin Baici’s faint sense of hunger suddenly intensified, making him secrete saliva and feel so hungry that he wanted to devour the monsters in front of him raw.

[Oh howl, the fattest feast is just ahead, hurry!

Hurry!]

Lin Baici knew that God’s bones were being served.

Lv Yingxi wanted to ask Xiao Li how he and Tang Zhiqian were and what the situation was inside, but Xiao Li did not want to talk to her.

Everyone followed the Chief Eunuch into the palace gate and then walked up a flight of 720 steps to a platform.

On the north side, in a pavilion, sat a middle-aged man with a beard, wearing a dark gold royal robe; he was kneeling there.

In front of him was a large low-lying table filled with delicacies, fruits, and cakes.

Although nobody saw the musicians, the melodious sounds of the bell chimes, stone chimes, silk, and bamboo resonated on the platform.

It was full of ancient charm.

The King, holding a beauty in his arms, kept talking and laughing, encouraging drinking.

Lin Baici, with his keen eyesight, was startled when he looked at the ‘beauty,’ for although she was dressed in the lavish clothes of the court, the face that was exposed had dehydrated like dried beef jerky, and muscle fibers could be seen clearly.

“My beauty, come, drink this cup in full!”

The King teased, gulping down the wine from the Golden Cup, then, with a mouthful, fed it to the mummy in his arms.

“…”

Lin Baici felt his skin crawl with goosebumps, despite having seen many otherworldly sights in the Divine Ruins.

This sight was particularly revolting.

Too disgusting.

On both sides of the platform, there were low-lying tables about a meter wide with food on them, but there were no kneeling guests behind them.

“Are there… ghosts?”

Du Xin was afraid.

For there were no guests, but sounds of a bustling feast filled the air, with people occasionally proposing a toast to the King in classical language.

In the middle of the platform, a group of women in beautiful palace dresses danced, but without exception, they were all mummies.

“Ah!”

Zhao Tong suddenly screamed, then quickly covered her mouth.

She had seen one singer’s dried and shriveled eyeball fall to the ground.

Before she could pick it up, another singer crushed it with a smack of her foot.

“…”

The crowd shivered.

[The moon shines brightly, the King hosts a nocturnal feast; it’s a pity that the food is scarce, and the fine drinks are insufficient, disappointing!

Disappointing!]

[However, it’s good that there is a ‘beauty’ to eat!]

[Hurry and kill the King, and seize that beauty!]

“Are you talking about this one?”

Lin Baici looked up to see the mummy beauty in the King’s arms, questioning, Is your ‘eating’ it quite proper?

No, wait!

Even if it was, isn’t that somewhat unacceptable?

[A King of volatile moods and brutal nature, suffering from a chronic headache for years, has summoned you all here to cure this stubborn affliction!]

The Eater God commented.

Lin Baici raised his eyebrows, of course, there’d be no good news.

[Oh, there is also a self-service table nearby, but sadly, it only offers one dish, and it seems quite troublesome to get a taste of it, regrettable!]

On the right side of the platform, there was a pavilion with three hundred and sixty steps, each step painted with various ferocious beasts, lifelike with bared teeth and claws, exuding a wild aura that hit them in the face.

At the top of the pavilion was a ring of bronze frames, about twenty or so, each holding a brazier with burning charcoal, occasionally emitting a ‘pop’ sound.

From a distance, these braziers resembled the stars.

“Have you not knelt down swiftly to pay homage to our King?”