Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 599 - 298: Killing the King to Usurp the Throne!_1

Chapter 599: Chapter 298: Killing the King to Usurp the Throne!_1

"Are they God Hunters from Dongying?"

Xia Hongyao analyzed. Lin Baici had just killed one, so it was normal to encounter a second one.

"These guys are so sneaky and despicable!"

Kim Jinsoo look down on them, the Japanese actually disguised themselves as God Ruins Aboriginals to launch a stealth attack, which was a total disgrace to the name of God Hunter.

However, she admitted that the tactic was very effective. If the Japanese had chosen someone other than Lin Baici as their target, they would likely have succeeded.

It could only be said that the enemy overestimated his own strength.

Of course, their choice was understandable since Lin Baici had been giving orders; it seemed obvious that he was the core member of the team.

A stealth attack only had one chance after all, and anyone would choose the most valuable target.

"Attack! Attack!"

Zhao Decheng shouted loudly.

Lin Baici had not forced Big Beard and the others to act during the battle with the guards, so there were no casualties among them, only their morale had sunk too low.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several arrows were shot, but none hit the mark.

Bang!

The muzzle of the musket emitted a puff of white smoke as the bullet whistled through the air and pierced through the eye socket of a middle-aged zombie.

Lee Taehyun reloaded, but the firearm was too slow.

"Captain Quan, leave it to you guys!"

Lin Baici couldn’t be bothered to deal with these trifles.

Quan Sangin was well aware of his own limitations and did not complain; gripping his saber, he led the charge: "Take them down!"

In the exploration behind, I must work hard to make Lin Baici bow to my authority!

Quan Sangin silently pledged, but his expression soon became disheartened. If the first stop was this difficult, wouldn’t the later stages of the God Contempt game be even more hellish?

Lin Baici was simply too powerful, leaving Quan Sangin with no confidence at all.

"The rest of you, spread out and look for Li God Doctor’s residence."

Lin Baici urged.

He wanted to get hold of Li God Doctor’s experimental records.

The village of the Jurchen wasn’t large, and twenty minutes later, a soldier found Li God Doctor’s dwelling and hurried to report to Lin Baici.

Everyone rushed over.

This was also an adobe house, not very large, with a small wooden table on the clay bed displaying a dish of pickled carrot strips, a half-dried salt fish, and two pieces of cornbread.

"Li God Doctor’s life is..."

Looking at these simple foods and thinking about Li God Doctor’s identity and his work on zombie research, Hua Yue Yu felt complicated emotions.

To say Li God Doctor was a bad person wasn’t wrong, but it seemed he wasn’t completely bad either?

"Human nature is complex. Sometimes people are forced by their times to make choices. Stop overthinking it."

Gu Qingqiu advised.

In villages ravaged by plagues with all inhabitants dead, no one would come, so Li God Doctor didn’t bother to hide his research journal on zombies; it was carelessly placed under the kang bed’s mattress.

Lin Baici casually flipped through it and handed it to Dae Jang Geum: "Here, it’s yours to handle!"

By the time Quan Sangin and his men had finished off those zombies and caught up, Dae Jang Geum had made a discovery.

In the journal, Li God Doctor recorded the location and his impressions of the first time he encountered the Weed of Life and Death, which was taken there by a Jurchen girl.

In a cave under a cliff in the back mountains.

Li God Doctor’s drawings were excellent. The Weed of Life and Death was drawn lifelike, and the map to the cave was also very clear.

"What are we waiting for? Let’s set out immediately!"

Xia Hongyao called out, the golden mountains were dangerous in the heavy snow, but time was of the essence and everyone had to put personal safety aside.

...

Pei Douwen’s vision went dark as if a moment had passed, or perhaps a lifetime. In any case, he lost awareness of time. When his vision returned, he found himself inside a train carriage.

"I’m out!"

Pei Douwen was ecstatic, he turned and saw the landscape swiftly receding behind the train’s glass.

About twenty or so people were in the carriage. Hearing the noise, they turned to look.

"Hello, what kind of rule contamination did you experience? Was it purified?"

Pei Douwen put on a harmless smile, planning to gather some information. Now that he had returned, he wouldn’t need to worry about being punished by the higher-ups of Sejong for dereliction.

"Are you running a fever?"

A woman wearing a Native American eagle feather headdress asked.

Her skin was a light brown, and it wasn’t clear if it was due to diligent care or nature, but it was tight and elastic, like satin.

She was tall. Even seated, she appeared imposing.

Pei Douwen touched his cheek; he did not want to answer, but his mouth involuntarily opened.

"Yes!"

After speaking, Pei Douwen startled himself. These were all God Hunters, the enemy, why had he let his guard down?

"What God Contempt game did you experience?"

The woman inquired.

Her voice was refined, warm, and emotive, making Pei Douwen feel as if he were in his mother’s womb again, listening to her sing a lullaby while caressing her belly.

Pei Douwen’s wariness evaporated instantaneously.

"I experienced the ancient zombies!"

Pei Douwen introduced.

He had a preference for young girls, especially middle school students, because only by touching such tender bodies did he feel the thrill akin to enjoying a feast.

Pei Douwen detested older women, especially after becoming a God Hunter and acquiring wealth; he wouldn’t spare a glance for any woman older than twenty-five, no matter how beautiful she was.

The woman sitting nearby, wearing the eagle feather headdress, seemingly in good maintenance and quite pretty, was at least thirty-five, if not over forty. Definitely a mature woman.

In normal times, Pei Douwen would have been dismissive enough to spit at her, but today, he felt a strange sense of affinity, as if he had found a confidante he could confide in.