Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 606 - 301: Purification_2

Chapter 606: Chapter 301: Purification_2

Zhao Decheng’s left hand shook as he continuously wiped sweat away with a silk handkerchief.

Lin Baici ignored him and quickly rushed to the dead kitchen maid. After a brief observation, he tore off the greasy apron she wore on her chest and stripped off her clothes.

The kitchen maid wasn’t beautiful, with round face and small eyes, and her skin wasn’t fair—it was just an average appearance. On the belly band that covered her chest and abdomen, an embroidered character for fortune was visible.

The scene was a bit salacious, but no one was in the mood to appreciate the dead woman’s body.

"Is it possible to leave through the back door?"

"You go and try!"

"Why don’t you go?"

Everyone argued loudly. Since the people who had fled the inn had died, no one dared to leave rashly, and some began to shout loudly for help. However, their voices could not reach beyond the inn.

This place had seemingly become an isolated island cut off from the world.

"Zhonggen, what do you think?"

Quan Sangin looked back at the quiet man behind him, Zheng Zhonggen, the person with the highest IQ in their team.

"Let’s wait until a few more people die and see!"

Zheng Zhonggen advised, "Rushing won’t help!"

"This is indiscriminate killing, and our chances of survival are the same as the God Ruins Aboriginals!"

Kim Jinsoo was afraid.

"Not the same!"

Zheng Zhonggen’s eyes weren’t large, but they were expressive: "In terms of the ratio, ordinary people die more, and the more panicked and afraid people are, the faster they die!"

"Then why did Choi Sunsil die?"

Kim Jinsoo retorted; Choi Sunsil certainly had more courage than these aboriginals.

"If I knew, I’d have purified this rule contamination by now!"

Zheng Zhonggen was also trying to find a solution. He trusted Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu’s intelligence, so he didn’t check the corpse again but prepared to search the inn instead.

Of course, he planned to take a few more people along as cannon fodder.

"You, you, you, come with me!"

Zheng Zhonggen had just finished picking people when Zhao Decheng, standing beside Lin Baici, fell to the ground with a thud. Because he was overweight, his fall was heavy, kicking up dust from the floor.

"Er... er..."

Zhao Decheng wanted to scream for help but couldn’t produce a clear voice.

Lin Baici immediately rushed over. He took out a taser from the Black Tripod Bowl, tore open Zhao Decheng’s clothes, and jammed it against his chest.

He pressed the switch!

Crackle and snap!

Blue sparks flew, causing Zhao Decheng’s body to jitter like a catfish out of water.

"Are you trying to resuscitate the heart?"

Gu Qingqiu was speechless—if he wasn’t already dead, that shock would have killed him.

Lin Baici tried a few times and, seeing Zhao Decheng’s pupils dilate, he pressed his hand against the artery in the man’s neck.

There was no pulse.

"He’s dead!"

Lin Baici’s hand was covered with sweat, and he casually wiped it on Zhao Decheng’s clothes before he was about to get up. That’s when a flash of insight crossed his mind.

Hmm?

Lin Baici looked down again at Zhao Decheng.

When Xia Hongyao saw Lin Baici freeze, she immediately brightened, "Did you find something?"

Lin Baici touched Zhao Decheng’s skin and forcefully yanked down his trousers. After a glance, he went back to the kitchen maid’s corpse, picked up her belly band, and pinched it between his fingers, then stripped off her clothes.

"Is this it?"

Lin Baici contemplated, checked One Ear’s body, and then ran off to the guest rooms.

The others hurried to follow, especially Quan Sangin, who ran quickly.

"He seems to have discovered a clue?"

Kim Jinsoo was excited.

"..."

Quan Sangin’s feelings were complicated. He hoped for Lin Baici to succeed in purifying the contamination, but also wanted him to fail because if he succeeded, it would mean inability to match Lin Baici’s skill.

Forget it!

Better he succeeds!

After all, he is a God Hunter of Jin Xian’s caliber. Comparing myself to him would just be embarrassing, wouldn’t it?

Lin Baici returned to the guest room and rushed to Choi Sunsil’s body, tearing off her clothes.

Choi Sunsil’s fair and plump skin was exposed, along with her patterned underwear.

Lin Baici showed no courtesy as he tore off her underwear, pinched it a few times then cast it aside, and passed his hand over her chest.

"..."

Frankly, having a man treat the bodies of female compatriots in such a way was somewhat disrespectful; Quan Sangin wanted to intervene, but the words died on his lips, embarrassed to voice them.

"Leader, don’t be a busybody!"

Kim Jinsoo warned.

It didn’t matter that Choi Sunsil was already dead; even if she were alive, if Lin Baici needed to touch her to find a clue, she would have had to endure it.

Moreover, Lin Baici wouldn’t stoop to such actions!

Look at Kim Myungjin, she’d love nothing more than for Lin Baici to touch her all night.

Gu Qingqiu came back and glanced at the corpse, "Just as expected!"

"You guessed it too?"

Lin Baici took an alcohol wipe from his pocket, vigorously rubbed his hands, and then looked around, "Yue Yu, go to your room and clean yourself off!"

Lin Baici took out a pack of towels and threw them to Hua Yue Yu.

"What’s happening? God Lin, please, no more riddles!"

Kim Jinsoo pressed his hands together in prayer, beseeching Lin Baici.

"Go and close the inn’s door!"

Lin Baici ordered.

"I’ll go!"

Quan Sangin took it upon himself to do the task.

...

In the midst of the snowstorm, Chang Jing Qian’s squad hid in the darkness, spying on the inn.

Suddenly, the inn’s door closed.

"Damn it, can’t see a thing now!"

Longshi Dayang cursed and kicked the wall beside him.

"Longshi-kun, stay calm!"

Furukawa Ria comforted him.

"Seeing or not doesn’t matter. In an hour at most, they’ll all be dead, and then we can just collect the bodies!"

Sato chewed on a strip of dried squid, unmoved.

In his view, those people were as good as dead.

...

Back in the guest room, Quan Sangin hurried in, "Can we talk about it now?"

"Go wipe off the sweat on your body, otherwise the next one to die will be you!"

Lin Baici still needed Quan Sangin and others like him as cannon fodder, so he revealed the answer to prevent them from dying.

Quan Sangin jumped at these words, "What?"

Due to running back and forth, his body was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"The death rule in this ’God’s Taboo’ game is judged based on the dryness and wetness of one’s body. The wettest one dies first, and so on down the line!" Lin Baici speculated, "Of course, it might also be that once a certain threshold is crossed, there’s no order to it—everyone dies!"

After finishing, Lin Baici looked at Gu Qingqiu, "What do you think?"

"The same as you!"

Gu Qingqiu agreed, "The cook, Zhao Decheng, and that one-eared Mountain Person, their corpses were all sweaty. They were probably scared to death, breaking out in cold sweat!"

"As for those who ran out of the inn and died, it’s because snow landed on them."

Xia Hongyao had a sudden realization, "I see!"

"What about Choi Sunsil, though? She shouldn’t be scared to death, unlikely to break out in a cold sweat!"

Kim Jinsoo challenged the idea. After all, Choi Sunsil was a God Hunter who had seen all kinds of death and had sufficient courage.

"She didn’t break out in a cold sweat, but she did eat hot pot!"

Zheng Zhonggen pinched the bridge of his nose, looking exasperated, "Usually, Choi Sunsil sweats a lot when eating spicy food, not to mention she loves hot dishes!"

Eating hot pot in the dead of winter would surely cause one to sweat profusely.

"..."

Kim Jinsoo, in his mind, had accepted Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu’s reasoning, but emotionally, he just couldn’t come to terms with it.

Just because she sweated from eating hot pot, she died?

Wasn’t that too much of a loss?

"There’s no need to question it. Why not try it and see?"

Quan Sangin was much more ruthless than Lin Baici. As he spoke, he picked up a cup of tea from the table and splashed it onto Big Beard.

He deserved his misfortune, Quan Sangin thought, since this fellow had been with them the longest, making him more valuable for the experiment than using completely unknown guests.

Splash!

The tea drenched Big Beard’s face and seeped down his chest.

"Ah?"

Big Beard shivered in fright, having heard the entire conversation, "You... how could you do this?"

Quan Sangin gave no response, watching Big Beard with an indifferent gaze.

Enraged but outclassed, Big Beard could only hold back. Seeing everyone watching him, he panicked, backed away, and then suddenly turned and ran.

But just as he fled the guest room, his body suddenly lost strength and he collapsed to the ground.

Thud!

After struggling for a few moments, Big Beard died.

"Xiba, it really does have to do with water!"

Quan Sangin was shocked, and then he quickly grabbed his clothes with both hands, frantically rubbing them on his body, "God Lin, you have a hairdryer, right? Lend it to me!"