Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 574 - 281: Xiba, This Divine Grace Is Really Strong!_2

Chapter 574: Chapter 281: Xiba, This Divine Grace Is Really Strong!_2

This divine game came with absolutely no hints, and Lin Baici had no idea what to do, so he decided to seek the god doctor first and find a way to eliminate the plague.

He had inquired previously, and that god doctor held the official rank of Big Doctor, essentially a court physician with exquisite medical skills.

"Is that so..."

Zhao Decheng pondered, this reason seemed foolproof, but what if it was an excuse for these people to escape?

There had to be some hostages left behind.

"Don’t worry, my friends are also infected with the plague. To save them, we will do our utmost!"

After Xia Hongyao finished speaking, Zhao Decheng exclaimed, startled, and hastily retreated, spilling the tea bowl because of his rush.

"My lord!"

The bearded man thought Zhao Decheng was embarrassing himself.

"I give you three days, and if there’s no result within three days, don’t blame this official for being heartless!"

Zhao Decheng straightened his face, playing his official might.

Three days, which aligned perfectly with his plans to arrange his luggage and ship.

"Alright!"

Lin Baici felt that three days were sufficient to clarify the current situation.

"Since your friends are infected... are sick, I’ll arrange official residences for them to rest, and you can go find the Big Doctor without worries!"

Zhao Decheng chuckled.

"What do you mean by this?"

Kim Myungjin frowned.

"Taking sick people on the road, it’s too time-consuming!"

Zhao Decheng had decided, if these people didn’t agree, he would take them down on the spot, beheading the men, and offering the women to the king.

Offering such an exceptional beauty, wouldn’t his own neglect of duty be offset?

"Time is of the essence, I need ten horses!"

Lin Baici had already planned to leave Hua Yue Yu and the others behind since they were sick and not fit to travel.

Zhao Decheng was in a dilemma.

Ten horses represented a vast fortune.

"You don’t have that many, do you?"

Quan Sangin, as a Korean, knew how poor ancient times were.

"I’ll gather them for you, but my men will accompany you!"

Zhao Decheng set his terms.

"Fine!"

Lin Baici didn’t care.

"Then it’s settled. You leave tomorrow morning!"

Zhao Decheng breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to pick up his tea to see out the guests.

"Hold on, I have something to show you!"

While speaking, Lin Baici slapped his palm toward Zhao Decheng’s tea bowl.

Great Impression Hand!

Smack!

The tea cup on the table directly imprinted onto the tabletop, as if it had originally been painted there.

"What sort of trick is this?"

Zhao Decheng was stunned, not yet understanding what had just occurred. The bearded man standing beside him, shocked, lets out a clattering sound as he draws his sword.

He looked at Lin Baici with utter astonishment in his eyes.

This person,

could he truly be from the heavens?

Upon witnessing this scene, Quan Sangin couldn’t help but feel immense admiration. Divine Grace is truly powerful! If he possessed it himself, he’d dare speak loudly to the leader of the Statue of Liberty’s team.

"A trick?"

Lin Baici let out a chuckle, leaned forward, and suddenly struck out at Zhao Decheng’s hat.

Smack!

Under the effect of Divine Grace, Minister Zhao’s hat flew off and after landing on the ground, it directly imprinted onto the surface.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Decheng shouted, his voice distorted by fright, as if a metal rod had been thrust into his chrysanthemum.

"I just wanted to show you that I am sincere about cooperating. Take good care of my friends, and don’t make any trouble," Lin Baici said, his voice growing stern towards the end.

Zhao Decheng nodded subconsciously.

"Make sure the horses are ready tomorrow!"

After Lin Baici finished speaking, he stood up and left.

Once all those people had left, Zhao Decheng finally relaxed and then scolded the bearded man, "Are you a dead dog? Couldn’t you see that I was being threatened?"

"My lord, do you think I could have beaten him?"

The bearded man looked at the imprint of the hat on the ground; this was definitely not a trick, but rather the supernatural powers of those Taoist priests from the Heavenly Dynasty!

"If you can’t beat him, you just give up?"

Zhao Decheng squatted on the ground, touching the imprint of the hat. It looked as though it had been painted on the floor, which caused a chill to rise in his heart.

It was terrifying.

Zhao Decheng put away those sordid thoughts, but he soon became excited again, thinking that the mysterious figures might indeed be able to resolve the plague.

If that happened, he could be promoted!

...

That evening, Lin Baici and his group rested in the official residence prepared by Zhao Decheng.

Hua Yue Yu and Li Zaicheng were not doing well, their coughs had become more severe, streaked with blood, and Pei Douwen, a man from Quan Sangin’s side, also began to cough and developed a fever.

After a discussion, they decided to leave half of the people behind. From Lin Baici’s side, Xia Hongyao and Yi Jisheng stayed, so that if Zhao Decheng caused trouble, they would have the capability to retaliate.

Gu Qingqiu, who was frail, was someone Lin Baici wanted to stay behind, but she refused.

"In such an uncertain situation, intelligence is more important than combat strength!"

Gu Qingqiu wanted to find clues, break through this rule pollution, and prove to Lin Baici that she was also formidable.

...

Early the next morning, a big-bearded man came with horses.

"Just these?"

Quan Sangin looked at the few scrawny horses, too exhausted even to complain; he truly feared riding them halfway to their death.

"Let’s make do!"

Not wanting to waste time, Lin Baici quickly set out on the road, and not long after starting their little trot, he noticed that more than thirty soldiers were following them: "What’s going on? Are they coming too?"

"Master Zhao has sent us to protect you!"

The big-bearded man explained, although in reality, it was surveillance.

"Can they keep up?"

Gu Qingqiu was shocked, realizing that people in ancient times were truly not regarded as human.

"We’ll just go slower then!"

In the big-bearded man’s view, riding horses was not about saving time, but about saving effort and comfort!

"Let’s go!"

Lin Baici, not wanting to waste words, gave the horse a flick with the whip, which caused the horse to jolt in pain and nearly throw him off. Thankfully, he had good physical fitness, using his waist and legs to stabilize himself on the horse.

"Relax your body, straighten your back, and move with the horse’s running rhythm!"

Gu Qingqiu explained how to ride a horse.

"Oppa, how about you ride together with me?"

Kim Myungjin had a family stable, and horseback riding, a noble sport, was compulsory for them.

"I’ll learn now!"

Lin Baici decided that when he had money, he would buy a helicopter and store it in the Black Tripod Bowl.

Riding horses?

That was rough work!

Quan Sangin and his companion also didn’t know how to ride, so they couldn’t increase their speed even if they wanted to.

The winter wind was biting cold, stinging their cheeks painfully.

Along the way, Lin Baici saw several villages, with only a few wisp of smoke from cooking fires, and villagers in tattered clothes, their bodies emaciated, begging by the roadside.

"Is there a famine, or is it like this every year?"

Lin Baici left some bread and ham behind.

"Shangqing Mansion suffered a great drought last year, and this year, there’s been a pest infestation. Recently, the plague broke out!"

The big-bearded man sighed, feeling like the heavens simply didn’t leave any way for humans to live.

In the afternoon, they finally reached Wo Niu Village. Lin Baici’s inner thighs were sore from the saddle, but compared to the near-exhausted soldiers, he was already quite comfortable.

"Bai Ci, this doesn’t look good!"

Outside the village, Gu Qingqiu surveyed the impoverished village with a grave expression, for there was no sound of dogs barking or chickens crowing.

"We’ve come this far; even if something is amiss, we have to go in!"

Quan Sangin led the way.

He was getting extremely frustrated, because without the intelligence from Hanyang Station, he had to make decisions about the rule pollution on his own.

This pressure weighed heavily on him.

If they were to lose people here, how would they cope with the divine taboo game later on?

There was another possibility that Quan Sangin barely dared to consider—that he wouldn’t manage to handle it and would die in this rule pollution!

Xiba!

Quan Sangin cursed and rushed into the village. After walking more than ten meters, he slowed down.

The village was eerily quiet, like a graveyard haunted in the dead of night.

Just as Quan Sangin was about to turn back and seek Lin Baici’s opinion, he saw him walking past.

One man with great nerve.

Upon arrival, Lin Baici had already made detailed inquiries; the house of the Great Doctor was the only medical clinic among the nearby villages, called Jiren Hall.

Soon, Lin Baici found the medical clinic.

It was surrounded by earthen walls more than two meters high, with dense bamboo sticks inserted on top, resembling measures to prevent burglars from climbing over.

"Are these bamboos to fend off thieves and robbers? But why are the tips pointed inward?"

Quan Sangin couldn’t understand, but what was even more unsettling was that some of the bamboo tips were hung with scraps of flesh and dried blood; they clearly had pierced something.

It couldn’t possibly be wild beasts, could it?

"Hey, take your soldiers in and have a look!"

Quan Sangin called out to the big-bearded man, no longer willing to take risks.

Lin Baici looked at the scene before him, his brows deeply furrowed. It couldn’t be that the god doctor was dead, could it?