Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 514 - 239: Death Roll Call, Parrot Mimicry!_1

Chapter 514: Chapter 239: Death Roll Call, Parrot Mimicry!_1

"Sister Red Medicine!"

Hua Yue Yu crawled out from Feather Mountain, only her head showing, gasping for air.

Xia Hongyao wanted to go over, but there were too many feathers underneath her, and they were too soft; she felt as if she were trapped in a gigantic sponge and had trouble moving.

"Is this... a birdcage?"

Gu Qingqiu emerged and looked around; it was a giant birdcage made of gold, and everyone was like canaries locked up inside.

Above their heads, there were some horizontal metal rods, and as each person popped up, a group of colorful parrots flew over and entered through a small iron door at the top of the cage, landing on the metal rods, forming a line.

"Twelve in total!"

Gu Qingqiu counted and reckoned that the key to passing this rule pollution lay with these parrots.

"Count off!"

A crested parrot with a plume of rooster feathers on its head called out, and immediately the one on the far left shouted ’1’, followed by the rest, each calling out their number in loud, crisp voices.

After they finished, the crested parrot immediately took flight, circling above everyone’s heads.

"Count off!"

"Count off!"

The crested parrot shouted loudly.

"It’s asking us to count off, isn’t it?"

After Gu Qingqiu spoke, she looked around and called out ’1’.

"Where is God Lin?"

Little Fairy was panicked. Before her words fell, the crested parrot swooped in, pecking at her head vigorously.

"Ah, go away."

Little Fairy held her head with her left hand and swung her right hand about, trying to shoo away the annoying parrot, but the parrot was persistent, and with its strong beak, it didn’t take long before Little Fairy’s head was wounded.

Blood began to flow down.

Gu Qingqiu guessed that after the parrot called for counting off, everyone was forbidden from saying anything else or they would be attacked.

Because she didn’t know if reminding Little Fairy would provoke an attack from the parrot, Gu Qingqiu maintained silence. She looked towards Hua Yue Yu and Xia Hongyao and mimed ’count off’ with her mouth.

"2!"

The voice of Lin Baici rose.

"Little White!"

Hua Yue Yu’s expression brightened, and she immediately moved towards Lin Baici.

"3!"

Xia Hongyao shouted.

"4!"

The luxury-loving man also bellowed, but immediately after, he regretted it—such an unlucky number; he should have waited.

"5! 5!"

Little Fairy shouted twice, and the crested parrot seemed satisfied and let her be, though Little Fairy’s face was already scratched by the parrot’s claws, with several wounds.

The crested parrot circled above the cage and, after everyone had counted off, satisfiedly landed on the metal rod, grooming its feathers with its beak before speaking, "Choose any parrot and mimic what it says. The more accurate the mimicry, the greater your chances of survival!"

When Little Fairy heard this, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Stable!

She was blessed with Divine Grace parrot mimicry, allowing her to imitate the voices of any creature in the world, not only humans and animals, but also plants.

"God Lin!"

When Little Fairy saw Lin Baici appear at three o’clock, she immediately made her way over, seeming to swim in a ’sea of feathers’ due to the abundance of feathers here.

"Number 4!"

The crested parrot called out.

"Huh?"

The luxury-loving man was startled, his face then stiffened with deep worry.

No way!

What I feared has come true?

This number 4 really is unlucky!

The crested parrot flapped its wings, flying towards the luxury-loving man.

"What do you mean?"

The man was confused and scared.

"Yell ’here’, not ’huh’!"

Lin Baici reminded.

"Here! Here!"

The man yelled twice, and the crested parrot then flew back to the metal rod, "Start!"

"Picking a parrot, huh?"

The luxury-loving man looked up, surveying the parrots perched on the metal rod.

How to choose?

There’s no difference, right?

The man turned towards Lin Baici, looking for on-the-spot assistance.

"Luck of the draw, I guess; I don’t know either!"

Lin Baici stood amidst the heap of feathers, shrugging his shoulders; these parrots all looked indistinguishable.

"I... I’ll choose that one!"

The man didn’t go with his instinct but instead sought luck, choosing the eighth one.

The crested parrot took off again, seemingly ready to attack.

"Eight, the eighth one!"

The man hurriedly shouted out.

The chosen parrot suddenly opened its beak and produced a strange series of syllables.

The complexion of the man turned green instantly.

Can’t you speak human?

The crested parrot waited for a minute, and seeing no response from the man, it promptly urged him.

"Mimic!"

"Mimic!"

Gulp!

The man swallowed hard, looking at Lin Baici in desperation, "Help me?"

"Can someone else do the mimicry for him?"

Lin Baici inquired.

The crested parrot turned its head, staring at Lin Baici, "You can, but when it’s your turn, the difficulty of what you have to mimic will be increased!"

Little Fairy initially thought she could help these people since she had parrot mimicry and was sure to pass. But upon hearing this, she immediately gave up.

Can’t help! Can’t help!

Everyone is on their own!

Lin Baici sighed, not wanting to take the risk, for he wanted to save the attempts for Hua Yue Yu and her two companions.

The extravagant man realized he could only rely on himself. His lips trembling, he uttered a syllable.

"No!"

The Crested Parrot scolded.

The extravagant man’s heart quivered, and he tried another syllable.

"No!"

The voice of the Crested Parrot grew louder, seemingly filled with anger.

"..."

The extravagant man’s lips fluttered, too frightened to make any sound.

The Crested Parrot did not move, but the ’eighth’ parrot took flight from the metal rod—as if a bomber diving towards the extravagant man.

Not wanting to sit and wait for death, the extravagant man clenched his fist ready for a melee, when a Tang sword fell in front of him, stealthily tossed by the Clay Human.

The man’s eyes lit up, and he immediately picked it up.

But what he did not expect was that, as the parrot flew over his head, it suddenly grew large, like the Giant Dragons in myths.

The extravagant man drew his sword and swung it down.

Clang!

The blade struck the beak of the parrot, sparking a shower of sparks before the parrot bit down on half his body. Then, with a toss of its head, it swallowed the man whole.

Afterward, the parrot flew back, shrank to its original size, and perched on the metal rod once again.

The survivors fell silent as the grave.

"Number one!"

Without giving everyone time to adjust, the Crested Parrot continued the roll call.

"Qingqiu!"

Xia Hongyao was worried.

Gu Qingqiu, who was a bit of a madwoman, showed no sign of panic. Her right index finger tapped on her lips as if she were standing in front of a closet, deciding which dress to wear the next day.

She was calm, collected, and elegant!

"Number one is for Lin Baici, I’ll pick number two." Gu Qingqiu indicated with a raise of her hand.

The chosen parrot raised its head, modulating its tone, and chirped out a string of words.

"It’s over!"

Xia Hongyao felt disaster looming, as the speech from this parrot seemed much longer than the previous one’s.

The longer it was, the more difficult it would be to imitate.

Gu Qingqiu’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a trace of amazement on her face.

"Little Linzi, it’s all on you now!"

To Xia Hongyao, Lin Baici was omnipotent and surely had a way to overcome this.

But before Lin Baici could offer his help, Gu Qingqiu revealed a faint smile and opened her mouth to repeat the parrot’s speech.

The others looked at each other, unable to tell if Gu Qingqiu’s replication was accurate, but Little Fairy was utterly dumbfounded.

"My God!"

Little Fairy was shocked. What was the background of this woman? Although the intonation was off in some places, overall it was close!

Then she relaxed.

Of course, the woman was a God Hunter from the Jiuzhou Security Bureau, so she must have some formidable Divine Grace to help her through.

"Qingqiu, what’s going on?"

Xia Hongyao asked eagerly, knowing Gu Qingqiu inside and out, aware that she lacked any mimicry Divine Grace.

"I’m just lucky; this parrot recited a line from Tagore’s ’Bird Collection,’ which I happen to have read!" Gu Qingqiu said with a slight smile, showing no intent to brag, but to others, it was utterly startling.

"What did it say?"

Xia Hongyao asked instinctively.

"It spoke in Bengali; translated, it means, ’I am a bird flying through the wild, finding the sky in your eyes.’" Gu Qingqiu explained.

"Bengali? You know that language?"

Hua Yue Yu was amazed. Bengali was a minor language—who would learn it for no reason?

"I took a liking to Tagore’s poetry when I was twelve, so I learned a bit." Gu Qingqiu spoke as if learning a language was as easy as eating or drinking.

"..."

The crowd was astounded. Who would learn someone’s native language just because they liked that person’s work?

They almost wanted to ask, "Are you sick?"

In fact, translated work loses its original essence.

That was the reasoning behind Gu Qingqiu’s pursuit of Bengali.

"If I’m not mistaken, all these parrots must speak a sentence in a certain language. If we’re lucky and get one we know, we’ll definitely pass!"

"..."

The others began to pray for a parrot that spoke Chinese.

"Number fifteen!"

The Crested Parrot called out the number.

Number fifteen was a young man who chose the number six parrot.

The parrot uttered a sentence.

"Damn, English, you’re one lucky guy!" Li Junsheng was envious.

However, the anguish on the young man’s face revealed, "I... I don’t know it!"

If only he had worked harder at learning English before.

The parrot descended, grew large, and like a bug being eaten, it gobbled up number fifteen.

"..."

Li Junsheng felt that the man had been sorely unfortunate; had he been given this chance, he definitely would have made it through.

The Crested Parrot continued the roll call.

Lin Baici, with the Divine Grace of Guo Er Cheng Song, could memorize anything after hearing it once, and getting through was not a big problem, but he did not want to wait passively.

Who knew whether there would be more trials below?

Little Fairy’s fan base of nearly four hundred people had dwindled to only about twenty, but likely more survivors were in the forest ahead.

With their abilities, they were doomed to die if they went on, so the sooner Lin Baici could purify this Taboo thing, the more lives he could save.

Lin Baici thought of the Black Cat balance, the Taboo thing he had acquired from the Provincial Museum Divine Ruin. What if it could eat these parrots?

Seeing it as a last resort, Lin Baici quietly took out the Black Cat balance, infused it with Divine Power, and activated it.

A black cat appeared, meowed, and as the Crested Parrot, along with the twelve on the metal rod, was about to speak, their bodies suddenly stiffened, as if they were mice under the gaze of a cat, too scared to move!