Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 944 - 454: You Won’t Even Call Me Aunt Xia!

"..."

Lin Baici wanted to say, with such a heavy scent of blood, this is considered good air?

But he also understood that Xia Hongyao was just making up an excuse to kill people.

"..."

The six directors of the clan were so angry they could spit out blood upon hearing Xia Hongmian’s words. If you want to accuse someone of wrongdoing, you’ll never lack justifications, right? The grand hall was so large and had a ventilation system; even if a hundred more people were crammed in, the air wouldn’t become foul.

However, with a snap of her fingers, Xia Hongmian killed these people on the spot, forcing the six directors to keep silent, deeply afraid of bringing disaster upon themselves and being killed first.

"Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?"

Xia Hongmian spoke lightly, surveying the grand hall—she was here for the first time, treating it as if it were merely a tourist attraction.

Swish!

Li Zhenghe and a few other directors looked towards Han Myeongki. Aren’t you the one who likes playing the peacemaker?

Now it’s your turn to step up!

Han Myeongki didn’t want to be the scapegoat, but under those staring eyes, he couldn’t remain silent. He could only force a smile.

"Director Xia, this is a misunderstanding!"

Han Myeongki’s mind raced as he carefully considered his words, "Great Shaman Xia Qila has lost some things and entrusted us to look for them."

"Are you suggesting that my people stole them?"

Xia Hongmian’s gaze sharpened as she fixed it on Han Myeongki.

"No, no, we are just conducting a routine investigation; there’s really no other meaning!"

Cold sweat covered Han Myeongki’s brow, fearful that one wrong word could displease Xia Hongmian and cause her to blow his head off, "The Great Shaman demanded that we must give her an explanation as soon as possible!"

Lin Baici smirked, the subtext of Han Myeongki’s explanation was quite clear; by using Xia Qila, they intended to counter Xia Hongmian—sure, you can deal with us easily, but can you withstand the wrath of the Great Shaman?

The bald director kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, thinking Han Myeongki’s response was beautifully done.

At this moment, whether the Great Shaman would help was irrelevant. The priority was to deceive Xia Hongmian and get her to leave, then they could plead with Xia Qila later.

With Xia Hongmian’s intelligence, she naturally understood Han Myeongki’s little ploy, but she couldn’t be bothered to expose it. Instead, she turned around and said a sentence.

"Great Shaman, since you’re here, why don’t you come in?"

Xia Hongmian’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it clearly reverberated through much of the Gyeongbokgung Palace.

"The Great Shaman has arrived?"

The bald director’s face lit up with joy, as if a convict on the execution grounds had just received a royal pardon.

The other directors also let out a sigh of relief.

There was hope.

Lin Baici turned his head.

Less than a minute passed before Xia Qila walked through the corridor and entered.

Today, she was dressed in a shaman’s attire typical of an Indian tribe, topped with an eagle-feather headdress, draped in a brightly colored shawl, and holding in her left hand a bone bracelet made of teeth from various fierce animals.

"Xia..."

Lin Baici wanted to greet her, to call her Aunt Xia, but with so many strangers around in such a public setting, she might not wish to be acknowledged, so Lin Baici closed his mouth again.

"Great Shaman, you’ve arrived just in time!"

The bald director was teary with joy, the oppressive atmosphere brought by Xia Hongmian felt like a heavy stone pressing on their chests, almost suffocating them. Now, the arrival of Xia Hongyao had lifted that stone.

"Big Witch, we are trying our utmost to find the spoils of war you’ve lost!"

Han Myeongki made his stance known.

"Great Shaman, good morning!"

Li Zhenghe was not good at flattery, but even on his stiff face, a radiant smile emerged.

Xia Hongmian was indifferent to Xia Qila’s arrival, yet she was somewhat taken aback when she heard Lin Baici utter the word ’Xia.’

What did he want to say?

"Coming from the Busan Divine Ruins, this is our first meeting. When have I ever asked you for an explanation?"

Xia Qila’s interrogation was soft and tender, like a greeting from the friendly aunt next door, but to the ears of Li Zhenghe and the rest, it carried a tone of harshness and disdain.

The directors’ faces turned sour instantly.

"Great Shaman, we just wanted to do our part for you!"

Han Myeongki explained.

Xia Qila wasn’t about to have a confrontation with Xia Hongmian, was she?

If that happened, they would all be doomed.

Xia Qila ignored him; as she walked past Lin Baici, she stopped, looked at him, and asked, "What? You’ve got a new woman and don’t even feel like calling me ’Aunt Xia’ anymore?"

"Huh?"

The directors overheard this and immediately stared at Xia Qila. The worried expressions vanished from their faces, replaced by shock, astonishment, and confusion.

What was she talking about?

Who’s Aunt Xia?

Whose?

Was it Lin Baici’s?

"..."

Xia Hongmian’s nerves, trained to be resilient enough not to flinch even if God appeared before her, now betrayed her as Xia Qila’s words parted her lips with smooth redness and a look of surprise.

Aunt Xia?

That places her in a generation above me, doesn’t it?

"No, Aunt Xia, I was afraid that you..."

Lin Baici was flustered, her tone sounding like that of a jealous woman. What’s the meaning of this?

It made me feel as if I had been caught red-handed cheating on someone!

"Afraid of what? That you don’t dare to acknowledge your aunt in public?"

Xia Qila pointed a finger and poked Lin Baici’s chest as a reminder, "Don’t question my character!"

"Sss..."

The directors heard this, and they were utterly dumbfounded.

Since when, and how, did you two get together?

Thereafter, the six directors looked at Lin Baici with mournful and frustrated eyes.

Xiba!

Lin Baici, you dammit, you’ve hooked yourself to such a thick thigh,