Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 89 - 89 83 Tortoise Shell Divination Great Misfortune Today!

89: Chapter 83: Tortoise Shell Divination, Great Misfortune Today!

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[Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Tickets!][_2] After doing all of this, the mummy returned to its original position, assuming the same ritualistic posture as before, as if it had never moved.

Everyone looked towards the altar.

The head of the artistic young man hung there, with fresh blood still dripping from the neck.

Thump!

Several girls, frightened out of their wits, went weak in the legs and sat down on the ground.

Everyone was in despair; it seemed that escape was impossible, or one would be killed.

“What do we do now?

Can we only wait for ‘it’ to perform divination?”

Shivering, Du Xin finally realized how terrifying God’s ruins were.

Zhou Ya regretted it to death.

To ingratiate herself with Tang Zhiqian’s circle, she had Du Xin bring her to meet these people; she spent over a thousand yuan to buy Du Xin a set of Estée Lauder makeup.

But now, she was trapped in God’s ruins.

It was truly a loss so great that she felt like vomiting blood.

“Little Linzi, what do you think?”

Xia Hongyao asked Lin Baici.

“Wait for another divination.”

Lin Baici watched the altar, surveying those mummies out of the corner of her eye, trying not to miss any detail.

To observe covertly without being blatantly obvious, not to let the creatures notice.

“Prostrate with reverence and offer three sacrifices, respect not the heavens but the ghosts and gods!”

“The deity asks you, is it you who seeks divination?”

That deliberately drawn-out chanting rose again for the third time.

Everyone’s scalp tightened instantly, praying they wouldn’t be targeted.

The dozen or so heads strung up on the hemp rope, including the one of the artistic man that was just hung, all turned in unison, glaring at a girl in a chiffon shirt.

“Brother Tang…”

The girl in the chiffon shirt wailed.

“Aren’t you a God Hunter?

Don’t you have any way to deal with this?”

Lv Yingxi pleaded with Lin Baici.

“I’m a God Hunter, not an omnipotent deity!”

Lin Baici thought to herself that she didn’t even have a God Hunter License.

Lin Baici only had one prior experience exploring God’s ruins, a complete rookie.

According to the customs of the hunter circles, in any organization, entering the ruins in groups meant doing various chores like patrolling, cleaning up the battlefield, taking care of the injured, and she couldn’t possibly be the main force for conquering God’s ruins.

“Did you see how that guy died?

If you don’t want to die, then hurry to the front of the altar!”

Boss Fu Jinlin urged.

The mummy creature was so vicious; Fu Jinlin felt that escape held little hope and wondered if a good divination result could allow an escape from this place.

Fleeing would surely lead to death, while a chance at divination might offer life, so the girl in the chiffon shirt shakily walked to the altar.

Rustle!

Rustle!

Rustle!

The tortoise shell fragments tied to the stake shook as if they were being played with by an invisible hand, then one of the shells fell, flying into the bonfire.

As the tortoise shell burned, it crackled and popped.

Everyone waited.

After about a dozen seconds, there was a loud pop in the fire, and sparks scattered.

The divination was over.

‘It’ spoke.

“You will live out your life in three minutes!”

The crowd exchanged perplexed glances, wondering what that meant.

“I…

I’m going to die in three minutes?”

The girl in the chiffon shirt cried pitifully, with snot bubbles forming at her nose.

[Watching a piece of fresh food turn rotten and spoiled truly upsets me, what a waste!]

“How do we get out of this rule contamination?”

Lin Baici held a pine torch: “Will burning this altar work?”

The Eater God didn’t speak.

‘It’ had no intention of providing a way out, or perhaps ‘it’ was very engrossed in these divinations, so right after giving the girl in the chiffon shirt her prognosis, ‘it’ spoke again.

This time, the unfortunate one was Coach Zhang.

“I still have a wife and children, I can’t die!”

Coach Zhang muttered, watching those mummified abominations.

He had a gun in hand.

Although he had been retired for nearly a decade, he was the shooting range coach and handled guns almost daily, so he was a good shot.

But the problem was that he didn’t have many bullets.

If these creatures all chased him at once, he was a dead man.

Coach Zhang sized up the mummy that had just killed a person, forgoing the option to fight desperately, and walked to the front of the altar.

The divination started, following the same process.

“This seems to be the tortoise shell divination popular during the Shang dynasty.”

Xia Hongyao speculated: “This place might contain a pre-Qin period tomb, and after the meteorite hit, some of the burial objects got irradiated by God’s bones, becoming taboo things!”

Bang!

With the bonfire popping loudly and sparks flying, the divination ended.

“You have an illness hitting you today; tuberculosis will afflict you, coughing up three liters of blood, dreadful!”

Coach Zhang felt mixed emotions at that moment.

It didn’t sound like a good result since he didn’t die on the spot, yet having tuberculosis and coughing blood sounded dreadful.

“Tuberculosis?

Isn’t that tuberculosis?”

Boss Fu recalled that it was a contagious disease and would require treatment at a specialized infectious disease hospital.

“Lao Zhang, how are you feeling now?”

Coach Tan showed his concern.

“I…

cough, cough!”

Coach Zhang was about to reply when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his lungs and began to cough.

Cough, cough!

Coach Zhang coughed severely, bending over with his hands on his knees.

After a dozen or so coughs, he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.

Then he couldn’t stop vomiting blood, spitting it out mouthful by mouthful, soon pooling a large puddle on the ground.

“At least he didn’t die suddenly!”

Boss Fu was envious; with today’s advanced medical care, such a condition could be cured.

All Coach Zhang needed to do was get out alive, and he could be treated.

“It seems more painful than dying.”

The young man with a left ear stud felt uncomfortable just watching, empathizing with Coach Zhang’s suffering.

“Little Bai, look quick!”

Hua Yue Yu suddenly tugged at Lin Baici’s sleeve, pointing at the girl in the chiffon shirt.