Chapter 891: I'll Just Listen In
Chapter 891: I'll Just Listen In
"Hehe, it's fine."
Upon hearing Yamu Popo's exclamation, Liang rubbed his nose, which had turned red from the cold, and calmly replied, "It was indeed very cold at first, but I got used to it."
"?!?!?"
How was that possible?!?! Hearing Liang's response, his seemingly unaffected demeanor shocked the Death Realm Overlords. They trembled collectively, as if a swarm of venomous snakes were hissing in unison, expressing their disbelief.
For the living, the Blood of the Dead that Xunshan Nu had consumed was a hundred times more toxic than the deadliest poison and a thousand times colder than the iciest ice. It was almost like solidified death itself! In the True God system, coming into contact with the solidified Blood of the Dead was equivalent to being drawn into the Sphere of Truth by a Pillar God-level Death, leaving little room for resistance, even for someone as powerful as the Third-generation Director of the Cleanup Bureau.
Any living being that came into contact with this substance would be swiftly corroded and assimilated, and the cold emanating from it would freeze them, bringing them to a near-death state that closely resembled true death.
Even the dead could not withstand the intensity of this corrosion and freezing, and even the Death Realm Overlords, who stood at the pinnacle of death, would be in danger if they were exposed to too much of it at once. Yet, this thoroughly living man seemed completely unaffected.
Don't ask, because the answer is either that he's already opened it... or that it was never closed in the first place.
Liang glanced at the Materialism Badge lying quietly in the first slot, radiating a stable and vibrant crimson glow. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he activated his Heart Lake Ability, locking onto the turbulent Heart Lakes of over a dozen Death Realm Overlords and drawing a significant amount of power from them. With a cheerful grin, he said,
"No worries, you guys chat, I'll just listen in... If you really don't like it, I won't butt in anymore."
"..."
Is this a matter of butting in or not?
As Liang nonchalantly retracted his hand from Xunshan Nu's chest, revealing only an ear, Wumian Ren, standing beside him, couldn't help but be caught off guard.
The purpose of this gathering of Death Realm Overlords, convened by Wumian Ren, was to discuss how to ambush the Cleanup Bureau and eliminate the God of Food, who posed a threat to the entire Death Realm. Yet, the God of Food's soul had been listening to the entire conversation! Even though the God of Food was wrapped in Xunshan Nu's soul and couldn't immediately relay the information, this situation still felt incredibly wrong!
"No way!"
After glancing at Xunshan Nu, whose face had turned deathly pale, all the Death Realm Overlords present made the same decision. They raised their heads and shouted at her,
"Keep eating! Eat until you freeze the God of Food!"
"I..."
"Hurry up!"
Even as the most powerful dead being in the Death Realm, frequent contact with the Blood of the Dead was excruciating. However, faced with the consensus of the Death Realm Overlords, Xunshan Nu had no choice but to endure the discomfort.
Driven by her fear of the God of Food and regret for getting involved in this mess, Xunshan Nu stumbled towards the Frozen River Source and dug out a piece of the Blood of the Dead the size of a fist. She swallowed it whole, despite her reluctance.
The new dose of the Blood of the Dead seemed to take effect immediately.
In the expectant gaze of the Death Realm Overlords, the God of Food's exposed ear twitched, and it hastily retracted back inside. Then...
"Ah, that's the spot!"
A hand, slightly reddened from the cold, suddenly emerged from Xunshan Nu's chest and shakily beckoned towards Wumian Ren.
"Increase the intensity!"
"?!?!?!"
Facing Liang's blatant provocation, coupled with the Heart Lake Ability...
The constant stimulation of the ability caused the Death Realm Overlords to seethe with anger, their gazes turning furious towards the Mountaineer Woman.
"Eat! Keep eating!!!"
The Faceless One clenched his teeth, observing Liang's hand covered in a thin layer of frost. "He's pushing himself! Keep eating! Freeze him!"
"Yes! Continue!"
Facing the Overlords' angry glares, the Mountaineer Woman, her lips turning blue, took a half-step back. Unable to hold back, she spoke up, "How about... I take him away first? Even if I don't participate..."
"What are you afraid of?"
Interrupting her, the Master of Shadows shouted angrily, "The God of Food is a living being, and you are a deceased! He's hiding in your Heart Lake, so if you take a bite of the Blood of the Dead, it's as if he's eating it too. As a dead soul, can't you endure it better than him, a living being?"
"...That makes sense."
After some thought, the Mountaineer Woman agreed, nodding. She dug out another chunk of the Blood of the Damned, the size of a fist.
However, just as she was about to continue, the Faceless One swiftly took the Blood of the Damned from her hand and replaced it with a new ice block the size of a human head.
"Eat this. The other one is too small; it might not freeze the God of Food!"
The Faceless One's actions were swift and precise.
"..."
Whether or not it would freeze the God of Food was uncertain, but the Mountaineer Woman feared half her body would be frozen by this large block.
Despite her reluctance to accept the Faceless One's "help," feeling the growing activity of the God of Food within her Heart Lake, she clenched her teeth and held the human-head-sized black ice block. With her mouth wide open, she swallowed it whole.
Whoosh! As the Mountaineer Woman took a desperate chance, a terrifying chill that hindered souls exploded around her, causing the Overlords to retreat.
Located at the center of the chill, half of her body was covered in a layer of white frost, and the heavily "cared-for" area around her heart had frozen into a thick layer of ice, trapping the God of Food, who was about to emerge, inside.
After waiting anxiously for a while without seeing the God of Food break free, the Overlords collectively breathed a sigh of relief. However, to be extra cautious, the Faceless One turned to the Mountaineer Woman and instructed, "The God of Food is too special. It's better if you seal your perception and turn around... As you know, what we're about to discuss is too important. Even if the God of Food can't convey the message, it's best to avoid him as much as possible."
"..."
The Mountaineer Woman wanted to protest, "Why didn't you just let me leave in the first place? Why put me through all this trouble?" But, aware that she had angered everyone, she remained silent, turning away with a frustrated expression and closing her eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
Once he was sure she couldn't sense anything, the Faceless One turned back to face the Overlords. He extended his palm, devoid of even fingerprints, and gently patted the ice wall behind him. With a solemn expression, he said, "I believe I don't need to emphasize how terrifying the God of Food is. This human is a reckless madman who acts solely on his whims without considering the consequences. Even knowing that our Death Realm would descend into chaos without us, he didn't hesitate to kill, and the Crying Doll is the perfect example!
I'm certain that if we don't open the Frozen Casket River and give it our all in a battle with the Cleanup Bureau to eliminate this threat, once the God of Food fully takes hold, he will annihilate us all!"
(End of Chapter)
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