Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 907 - 444: Inventorying the Spoils of War, Head-wrapped Woman Appears Again! _3

Chapter 907: Chapter 444: Inventorying the Spoils of War, Head-wrapped Woman Appears Again! _3

Lin Baici was overwhelmed, purifying pollution according to the rules and accumulating Taboo things. When would he finish gathering them all—would it take forever? Robbery seemed quicker, especially targeting someone like Xia Qila of Dragon Level.

What a jackpot!

But Lin Baici knew that such opportunities were extremely rare. It was like pie falling from the sky. If not for the Busan Divine Being stepping in, he himself would have been Xia Qila’s delivery meal.

And a luxurious one at that.

Lin Baici took out the Black Tripod Bowl, breathed on it, wiped it with his sleeve, and then muttered to it.

Time for porridge! Time for porridge!

A vortex immediately appeared over the mouth of the bowl.

Lin Baici reached in and took out all of his loot from this time, laying it on the bed.

Jin Yinai’s God’s bones heart, Meteorite, Dog People’s corpse, and two videotapes. There was no need to look at these now; he set them aside.

The rest were Taboo things, a total of seventeen.

"Damn!"

Lin Baici rubbed his hands together, all smiles.

Directly enhancing his battle capabilities were the Paramour Pliers and Dog King’s Sliding Mountain Boots; the former instantly turned Lin Baici into a Toilet War God.

Good Friend Cigarettes. In certain situations, these had an exceptional effect.

From now on, when Lin Baici wanted to make friends, even if the other person was a stranger, as long as they smoked Lin Baici’s cigarettes, they would treat him as a close brother, the kind who wouldn’t mind sharing clothes—even their wives.

Old Lady’s Toilet Paper, capable of cleaning anything, but the most important effect, Lin Baici felt, was that once someone picked it up, they felt like doing housework, cleaning up the place.

A cure for the lazy.

God Coins, Wild Man Honey, and Lazy Man’s Flip-flops also were great finds, the rest were just okay.

Lin Baici also gave a few pieces to Kim Myungjin and Hua Yue Yu, including black high heels with a red base and Small Sheepskin gloves, which could fetch astronomical prices at the black market.

Throwing the flip-flops on the floor, Lin Baici tried them on, finding them quite comfortable.

Lin Baici began to store these spoils back into the Black Tripod Bowl, counting up his Divine Graces.

A total of nine.

Although Lin Baici had never used Muscle Burn, he loved it the most; not only it could naturally slim him down, but it could also heal injuries. Saying it could revive him on the spot with full health might be an exaggeration, but keeping him from falling out of the line of fire with severe injuries was no problem at all.

Returning to Hancheng, he’d probably have to fight several battles, so Lin Baici started to get familiar with each Divine Grace, trying to put together a set of smooth combos.

To ensure he left no chance for his opponents to fight back, aiming for an instant kill.

Half an hour later, everyone gathered in the hotel lobby, took the concierge car arranged by the hotel, and headed for the Daegu Station.

"Myungjin, don’t worry, Auntie is definitely fine!"

Hua Yue Yu comforted.

"Siam Monk, right? Whether it’s him or not, let’s find him and beat him up!"

Xia Hongyao was rubbing her hands eagerly. As the leader of her team, she had to stand up when her members were wronged.

...

On the eastern line of Busan, in the 36th Armored Brigade’s fifth squad, soldiers were hard at work with their entrenching tools, energetically digging trenches and setting up barbed wire.

"Xiba, I heard that God’s ruins are full of monsters. What good is this thing?"

Corporal Cao Jianyu, swearing under his breath, kicked the barbed wire.

"Do you know whether it’s useful?"

Sergeant Lee Hyeonbin held a cigarette in his mouth, listlessly digging through the soil as his rifle hung burdensome on his back. He did not dare to take it off.

In case he encountered any monsters, he could shoot at them in time.

"God bless, let’s hope those monsters go somewhere else!"

Platoon leader Choi knelt on the ground, inserted three cigarettes into the soil, and kept praying relentlessly.

He was only a month away from retirement. If he died here, it would be a huge loss.

"Asiba, stop lazing around! Get to work!"

Major Quan scolded and continued contacting the division on his phone, attempting to request reinforcements from a God Hunter. Even just one would suffice.

Over a hundred people were working, occasionally glancing towards Busan from the highway.

Ten years had passed, this place was lush with vegetation, giving it a post-apocalyptic wasteland beauty.

"God doesn’t smoke; your way of praying is wrong!"

Lee Hyeonbin quipped, almost suggesting he’d be better off giving the cigarette to him when suddenly, he saw two figures, one tall and one short, emerging from the forest about thirty meters off the road.

"Something’s happening!"

Lee Hyeonbin shouted loudly, quickly grabbed his gun, loaded it, and aimed!

The other soldiers were also hurrying frantically.

"Asiba, what is this?"

Lee Hyeonbin was dumbfounded.

The woman, in her twenties and exceptionally curvaceous, wore a red pencil skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and a pair of beige pointed velvet high heels.

Her upper body was clad in a tight black turtleneck sweater with a cleavage-revealing design, showing some of her pale skin. Her chest quivered as she walked.

With such a physique, even if her face were incredibly ugly, everyone would still be okay with it. However, as they laid eyes on the woman’s face, everyone drew a sharp breath, their hearts pounding.

Her entire head was wrapped in blood-stained, yellowish bandages, slightly revealing the contours of her face, but everything else, including her eyes, was covered.

Yet she walked effortlessly, pulling a trolley suitcase with a handbag slung over her left shoulder.

Beside her was a little girl, frail and petite, obviously malnourished. She wore a dirty, white short-sleeved dress with dried blood, cream, dirt, and even a few large footprints on it, seemingly kicked by someone.

Her head too was wrapped in bandages, but her eyes were exposed and lively.

When she saw the soldiers, she immediately called out happily.

"Sister, there are people!"

The little cutie lifted her dress, pulled aside her panties, stuffed the bear doll inside, and then immediately dropped to the ground, crawling rapidly like a large gecko.

"Heehee, let’s play a game!"

With so many living people around, the little cutie wanted to play again.

The soldiers were instantly terrified, and anxious shouts erupted.

"Asiba, open fire!"

"Kill them!"

"The monsters are here!"

Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!

The rifles fired.