Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 994 - 470: Making Friends Over Wine

Chapter 994: Chapter 470: Making Friends Over Wine

In the corridor, the light from the energy-saving lamp was a bit dim, making the bodies of mosquitoes smashed against the wall resemble splatters of cinnabar moles.

Examiners tiptoed around, keeping their distance from the topless, muscular man. They didn’t go downstairs, firstly because the outbreak of rule contamination would likely reach them there, too, and secondly because they all guessed that this was likely a test from the chief examiner, Pan Yunxiang. If they failed to pass, their qualifications as examiners would most probably be revoked.

"Brother Lin!"

Liu Langqing tugged at Lin Baici, wanting him to move back a bit, to not stay so close; otherwise, after these three people, it would be their turn.

The most common method employed by God Hunters when facing rule contamination was to let others go first and to observe secretly, looking for the key to purification.

Lin Baici didn’t move.

"Brother Lin, there’s no need to play the hero at such times!"

The big auntie admonished, saying that one likely wouldn’t die if they failed, but they would certainly lose face.

"You guys should get out of the way!"

Lin Baici advised, sniffing a strong aroma of alcohol. He surmised that the pollution was probably related to the liquor, and given that he possessed a Wine Pond and a Meat Forest, his unique capabilities might just be the remedy needed.

"Uh!"

Liu Langqing, seeing Lin Baici like this, didn’t know how to persuade him. Red Medicine, acting decisively, immediately bolted and distanced herself by over ten meters.

"Red Medicine?"

Liu Langqing and the big auntie looked towards Xia Hongyao.

"No need to panic, with Little Linzi here, we’re in a solid position!"

High Ponytail gave a thumbs up.

The two older sisters wanted to leave, but doing so would make them look even worse than a half-year newbie, too embarrassing, so they stayed put.

"As expected of someone who has completed a Pusan Trip, you’re too composed!"

Liu Langqing expressed his admiration.

For confidentiality reasons, Xia Hongyao didn’t reveal that they had slain a God and purified the Busan Divine Ruins, merely stating that they had completed a Pusan Trip.

Even so, this feat was still quite impressive.

"Brother Lin, let’s have your big sister here witness your brilliant performance!"

The big auntie patted Lin Baici’s arm and stayed put.

Liu Langqing pursed his lips and grabbed a fistful of Lin Baici’s butt.

Lin Baici stiffened, turning around in astonishment.

What the hell?

Liu Langqing looked at Lin Baici and licked her fingertip.

"Pfft!"

The big auntie covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

"..."

Lin Baici thought to himself, You’re so flirtatious, does your husband know?

The others were not in the mood for such frivolity, all eyes were on the muscular man and the three examiners.

"Brothers, why don’t you speak? Do you look down upon me?"

The muscular man wore rough trousers and a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes, with his shirt tied around his waist, revealing a six-pack as hard as steel.

Thump!

The muscular man placed the large wine jar on the ground, making a heavy sound.

This thing was as tall as a person and had a diameter of half a meter; if filled with water, it could supply a family of three for several days, but at the moment, it contained somewhat muddy alcohol.

It appeared to be yellow wine.

"Brother, you worry too much, we simply can’t hold our liquor and may not be able to keep up with you!"

The young man with short hair deliberated his words.

First, try to get out of drinking. If there’s no avoiding it, then drink.

"Brother, as the saying goes, ’when drinking with good friends, a thousand cups are too few.’ Come, let’s drink to the full!"

As he spoke, the muscular man reached into the jar. When he pulled his hand out again, he held two black-glazed porcelain bowls, scooped up a bowlful of wine for each, and handed one to the young man with short hair.

"Please!"

The muscular man smiled heartily, looking every bit the jovial drinking buddy.

The young man with short hair smelled the thick aroma of alcohol in the air, took the wine bowl, feeling that refusing the offer might make the other man turn aggressive on the spot.

"I am Wu Sanlang, please!"

After saying this, the muscular man tilted his head back and drank the contents of the bowl in one gulp, then showed the young man the empty bowl.

"All this ’brother’ this and ’me’ that, why do I feel like it’s straight out of ’Water Margin’?"

Xia Hongyao muttered softly.

"To be precise, it’s more like the Song dynasty flavor!"

Liu Langqing corrected.

Aside from the use of "brother" and "me," the muscular man’s clothes, as well as the wine jar and bowls, were all in the style of the Song dynasty.

"With Wu Sanlang’s bold spirit, I fear that after finishing the drink, he might drag people off to rob an official shipment and join the bandits on Mount Liang!"

The big auntie commented sarcastically.

The young man with short hair looked at the approximately three liang of yellow wine, took a deep breath, and finished it off.

Of course, the young man with short hair was a bit sly. He tilted his head back to drink, his movements brisk and rapid, allowing some of the wine to dribble from the corner of his mouth.

Spill as much as one can!

Wu Sanlang was displeased with the sight and threw a punch.

Bang!

The young man with short hair took the punch, retched, and vomited the wine he had just swallowed, falling backward onto the ground.

"You damn cheat, you look down on me?"

Wu Sanlang glared fiercely.

"Cough, cough! Cough, cough!"

Having his trick caught, the young man with short hair coughed, cursing under his breath, but managed a puzzled look on his face, "What do you mean?"

"This is top-quality Daughter’s Red, aged for twenty years, no wasting it!"

Wu Sanlang explained, scooped up another bowl from the jar, and approached the young man with short hair, "I was hasty, my apologies!"

The young man with short hair saw Wu Sanlang’s thumb pressing against the edge of the bowl, dipped in the yellow wine, and really didn’t want to drink it. But there was no helping it.

Beneath others’ roofs, one must bow their head.

So he took the bowl and drank.

Spicy liquid scorched his throat!

Damn it!

So spicy, and you tell me this is yellow wine?

The young man with short hair harbored silent grievances but did not dare spill any this time.

After finishing, he showed Wu Sanlang the bottom of the bowl.