The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 508 - 400 Are You Prepared to Die? God

Chapter 508: Chapter 400 Are You Prepared to Die? God

The deity, draped in a lavish robe, lay back on the knee pillow, his mouth agape, gulping down the fine wine that poured from the cup.

The beauty held the wine cup, her fingers as deathly pale as her exposed spine.

Her long spine was extracted from her neck, arching down over the cup like a white snake bowing its head to drink.

And her fresh blood was drawn from her body, dripping down the spine into the wine cup, becoming the succulent wine that moistened the deity’s lips.

Her head was used as an armrest, supporting the deity’s right hand.

"Oh, finally you’ve arrived. I thought even the Hundred Ghosts have started to neglect their guests,"

Guna opened his eyes and spoke in a languid tone.

"How could that be, Great God Guna. You are an honored guest of our bathhouse, and the entire Bathhouse Street still needs your protection. We will always strive to serve you to the best of our ability,"

the vice minister hastily said.

Liu Zheng gave her a glance, his expression strange.

The vice minister had said he was airtight in speech, but she herself was quite the talker.

"What a smooth talker you are, beauty. Come, let me see just how nimble your tongue is,"

Guna beckoned her over.

"Yes, Lord Guna,"

the vice minister reluctantly walked over, kneeling beside Guna’s head.

"Bow your head, open your mouth,"

Guna commanded.

"Yes."

The vice minister opened her mouth, revealing a set of snow-white, neat teeth.

"Such a lovely mouth, it’s a pity the teeth are too neat,"

Guna reached in with his short and thick fingers, poking around inside her mouth.

"Then I’ll go get them crooked,"

the vice minister mumbled indistinctly.

"No need, it can be done right now,"

Guna gripped her tooth and gently tugged, extracting the firm tooth.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, the vice minister screamed in pain.

Suffering isn’t necessarily endured better by non-humans, and at least the vice minister’s tolerance wasn’t that great.

Of course, in the eyes of some clients, this was an advantage.

After all, whether screams are real or fake, those seasoned veterans can still tell.

"Shh, don’t scream, you don’t sound as nice screaming as you do talking,"

Guna shook his head.

"Yes."

The vice minister had barely recovered when Guna pulled out another one of her teeth.

"Hmm..."

She forcibly controlled her throat muscles to keep from making a sound, while her facial muscles were twisted in pain.

One tooth, two teeth, three teeth...

Quickly, all the vice minister’s teeth were pulled out by Guna, leaving only bloodied holes and a mix of blood and saliva in her mouth.

"Delicious, a beauty’s bodily fluids really are sweeter than the finest wine in the world,"

Guna flared his grotesquely large nostrils, a look of intoxication on his face.

Then, he opened his mouth, revealing a purple-black tongue.

The tongue was thick and fat, looking very much like a pig’s tongue.

And, unlike a normal flat tongue, Guna’s tongue was cylindrical, and its tip even split into a separate head.

"Hold it,"

His voice echoed in the air.

The vice minister obediently opened her mouth.

For many who provide deep services, they’d rather let clients have unprotected intercourse than kiss them.

On one hand, it’s a matter of pride, and on the other, it’s for safety reasons.

After all, as the old saying goes, calamity comes from the mouth.

It’s no concern of theirs whether disease is more readily transmitted by unprotected intercourse or the risks of transmissible diseases from kissing are greater.

Of course, there’s another unspoken reason.

It’s that clients generally pay extra for unprotected intercourse but not for kissing.

The vice minister shared this sentiment, especially after becoming the vice minister, she had even more principles to uphold.

But in front of a distinguished guest like Guna, she couldn’t retain anything, neither dignity nor life.

"What a good child,"

Guna stretched out his swollen, rough palm, stroking the vice minister’s cheek.

The thick tongue split open like a flower, turning into dozens of tiny tongues that filled the vice minister’s mouth.

Some burrowed into the tooth sockets, filling the empty cavities, sucking vigorously.

Others twined around the vice minister’s tongue, teasing her salivary glands to continuously secrete saliva.

Then all the blood and saliva were thoroughly sucked up by Guna.

The vice minister wore a look of agony, her complexion turning ghastly pale, her skin becoming withered, and the previously plump cheeks began to wrinkle abundantly.

"My lord, my lord, spare me,"

Feeling her vitality ebbing away, the vice minister pleaded laboriously.

"What? I didn’t hear you clearly,"

Guna feigned ignorance.

"Great God Guna, I beg you to spare me,"

the vice minister shouted with all her strength.

She hadn’t anticipated that things would escalate to this, as Guna usually refrained from harming the team leaders.

And Guna hadn’t shown any interest in her before.

Why? Why?

"Good things naturally are savoured later,"

Guna said as if knowing what the vice minister was thinking.

The vice minister wanted to resist, but found she couldn’t muster any strength at all.

"Save me."

In desperation, she turned her head towards Liu Zheng, her eyes filled with pleading and a desire to live.

Seeking help from someone who was hostile just minutes ago, even having made death threats, was somewhat desperate.

But now the vice minister had no other choice; facing a deadly affliction, even a quack is better than no doctor.