Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 158 - 158 100 Who Dares to Ascend to the Deer Platform to Battle with My Ten Thousand Enemies_2

158: Chapter 100 Who Dares to Ascend to the Deer Platform, to Battle with My Ten Thousand Enemies?_2 158: Chapter 100 Who Dares to Ascend to the Deer Platform, to Battle with My Ten Thousand Enemies?_2 Just after everyone arrived here, when the king spoke of executing those filthy and unkempt people, Zhao Tong thought she was doomed, but unexpectedly, those armored warriors didn’t touch her.

Zhao Tong was still feeling fortunate, thinking her luck was quite good today, but now she had run into trouble.

After witnessing the terrifying death of Lv Yingxi, Zhao Tong felt that being beheaded by those warriors might have been better, at least the method of death would not be so painful.

“Answer me, are you willing to offer your heart to alleviate the king’s headache?”

The king demanded an answer.

Zhao Tong, with her head lowered, muttered, “No…

I do not wish to!”

She had the mindset of an ostrich; she dared not refuse the king loudly and didn’t want to offer her heart, so she muttered softly, but the king heard her anyway.

“Thou art disloyal!”

The king stared coldly at Zhao Tong.

“Sentence her to death!”

Tang Zhiqian shivered upon hearing those two words as the young man with earrings approached the chief eunuch with a platter in his hands.

On the platter, there was an exquisitely made bronze wine pot.

The chief eunuch took the wine pot and approached Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong’s face turned pale; suddenly she rose to her feet and rushed towards the stairs, attempting to flee, but she was pinned down by the warriors before she had covered ten meters.

“Is this poisoned wine?”

Gu Rongjie gasped.

“God Lin, we need to come up with a solution fast, or we’re all going to die at this rate!”

Guo Zheng urged quietly.

“What if we take advantage of our numbers and kill the king together?”

Xia Hongyao suggested.

While everyone was talking, the chief eunuch pinched Zhao Tong’s cheek, poured the poison wine into her mouth, and then let go of her.

Gag!

Gag!

Zhao Tong vigorously dug at her throat, trying to vomit out what had been poured in, but it was no use.

A few seconds later, she began to convulse, her skin turned green and began to rot, and consciousness gradually dispersed.

“If I had known it would come to this, why did I go to Palm Harbor to stand eight hours a day in an elevator, smiling for all sorts of people?

Wouldn’t it be better to go shopping, travel, and enjoy life?”

Zhao Tong stopped moving, staring at the moon in the sky; before closing her eyes, she longed for a mundane life.

“My dear courtiers, don’t idle away the time; raise your cups and drink heartily!”

The king laughed loudly.

“I’d rather drink your OO, damn it!”

Guo Zheng cursed in his heart.

This was a true dead end; to offer the heart meant death, to withhold it also meant death.

How could anyone play this game?

There was simply no way out.

The king continued to call names.

The unfortunate who refused knew he couldn’t escape from the stage, so he simply jumped from the high platform and was smashed into a heap on the spot.

The scent of death grew stronger.

The dried-up dancing corpses in the center of the platform continued their orderly dance, completely unaffected.

Ten minutes passed.

Three more were chosen, and without exception, all refused because the sight of a heart crawling out of Lv Yingxi’s mouth was too horrifying.

Even in death, no one wanted to die in that manner.

Of those three, one suffered a breakdown and simply waited for death, while the other two did not give up and attempted to flee, but both failed.

“Eater God, aren’t you going to say something?”

Lin Baici, in his mind, had thoroughly reviewed everything that had happened to them since entering this Star Picking Palace three times, but was unable to find a single clue.

[A top predator must be patient, observe carefully; prey will always have a moment when they show their weakness, and then you bite down, killing with a single strike!]

Lin Baici curled his lips.

What’s the difference between saying that and not saying anything?

But indeed, they should strike at the monster’s weakness.

Lin Baici observed the king and glanced at the beautiful dried-up corpse.

Was this its weakness?

Clang!

The king slammed the Golden Cup onto the steps.

“Will none of you share my concern?”

The king roared, “What use do I have for you then?

Guards!

Guards!

Drag them all down and execute them!”

The armored warriors moved, their spears in hand, charging forward.

“God Lin!”

Gu Rongjie cried out urgently.

Everyone’s faces were pale, and beads of cold sweat covered their skin.

“God Lin, let’s fight our way out!”

Guo Zheng stood up, ready to kick over the table.

“Don’t move!

Everyone, stay still!”

Lin Baici shouted, calming everyone down before reporting to the king on the platform, “My king above, I have a strategy that can cure the king’s headache!”

“Stop!”

The king halted the warriors, staring intently at Lin Baici.

“What strategy do you propose, my dear adviser?”

Gu Rongjie and the others also looked at Lin Baici, their expressions uneasy.

“Hmph, if you dare to deceive me, I will have you quartered,” the king stared at Lin Baici, licking his lips.

Of course, the heart and liver must be kept,

to accompany my drink!

Lin Baici did not reply but activated the Mantra Buddha Resound, beginning to chant the Heart Sutra.

Are you not tormented by a headache?

Then I shall chant sutras for you.

Lin Baici remembered how the chief eunuch had earlier demanded finances from everyone, and how he had briefly lost his greed after Lin Baici sang a sutra.

So, perhaps it would also work on the king?

The Bodhisattva of Compassion,

when he contemplated the five aggregates, saw they were empty,

…

The melodious sound of the chanting rose in the platform, swirling upward, echoing above the Star Picking Palace.

Those who had been frightened and anxious, like Du Xin and the rest, quieted down.

In this palace, it was as if a highly accomplished monk was burning sandalwood, chanting mantras, conducting a water and land dharma assembly.

“It seems to be working?”

Hua Yue Yu was pleased.

Wang Mingfu, looking at Lin Baici, wore a look of astonishment.

Was this the power of a God Hunter?

After finishing the Heart Sutra once and seeing no reaction from the king, Lin Baici continued to chant, but his expression grew grave.

Because he had been observing the king, although it had calmed down, the king’s brows were furrowed with displeasure.

Suddenly!