The wind and snow were in disarray, like the brush of a god tarnishing the world.
Hua Yue Yu involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air and subconsciously moved closer to Lin Baici’s side.
"Is this rule pollution?"
There definitely couldn’t be any ghosts, but the way this One Ear from the Mountain People died so unclearly was scarier than any ghost.
Moreover, this rule pollution was indiscriminate in its attack, not caring whether its victims were natives from God’s Ruins or God Hunters; anyone caught up in it would die.
"As it stands, leaving this inn will result in instant death!"
Time was pressing. Gu Qingqiu first glanced around briefly, estimated the situation, then squatted beside One Ear, checked his body cursorily, and began to strip off his clothes.
"I knew I should have chosen forensic medicine!"
Gu Qingqiu regretted.
A hasty autopsy wouldn’t yield an accurate cause of death, but it was better than stupidly waiting around.
"Little Linzi, who do you think it is?"
Xia Hongyao was completely unruffled. She’d been through even worse rule pollution before, and with Little Lin around, everything was sure to be fine.
The Goryeo girl with the high ponytail had another line of thinking: find out the enemy’s origin first, then follow the trail. If they could directly find the enemy, that would be even better.
Lin Baici was brief and to the point!
"Why couldn’t it be Europeans like Jie Susi?"
Kim Jinsoo questioned, "That Liberty Goddess Group got off at the same station as us!"
"It’s because among the imperial guards who went to the Boar Guard, that Jurchen woman’s village, there’s a Japanese, and didn’t Zhao Decheng say so? There’s an Onmyoji beside that country’s chief!"
Gu Qingqiu explained.
An Onmyoji was a profession unique to Japan, similar to the Taoist priests of the Nine States.
After hearing this, Kim Jinsoo was too embarrassed to speak and inwardly cursed ’How stupid of me,’ deciding to keep quiet thereafter.
Yet, under such indiscriminately deadly circumstances, these Nine States people could remain so calm. Was their stress-resistance really that powerful?
Previously, Kim Jinsoo had only admired Lin Baici, but now she felt inferior, even less than a newcomer like Gu Qingqiu.
She could tell, aside from the big bear with the high ponytail, the others—though God Hunters—had almost no experience exploring God’s Ruins and were rookies.
Zhao Decheng hurried over and anxiously urged Lin Baici, "Why not find a way to alert the chief and have him send that Onmyoji to try?"
"I am the only male cousin to Her Majesty the Central Palace. Based on our relationship, the chief should save me... save us!"
"No matter what you plan to do, you have to live to get out first, right?"
Zhao Decheng tried to persuade Lin Baici.
"God Lin, why aren’t you panicking?"
Quan Sangin couldn’t help but finally asked.
If Lin Baici was calm it would be because of great power, which he could accept, but what about the others? Did they have a unique training method?
Quan Sangin wanted to steal a trick or two!
"With Little Lin here, what’s there to panic about?"
The answer Xia Hongyao gave was very simple, and she didn’t find it embarrassing to say because she and Lin Baici had the kind of bond that could bear each other children.
But with Little Lin’s qualifications, was he even worried about not finding a woman?
Xia Hongyao touched her belly with some regret, guessing that she’d probably miss the chance to bear his children—she might as well take care of his kids then!
Like a responsible and caring aunt!
"Oppa will solve everything!"
Kim Myungjin smiled slightly, her mind wandering back to her experiences in Dragon Temple.
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If only it were a world just for the two of them, how wonderful that would be?
The one consolation was that Oppa had a strong physique; she didn’t have to worry about not getting enough milk to drink.
Hua Yue Yu nodded, in full agreement with the Goryeo girl’s opinion.
"Do these three women have brain damage?"
Quan Sangin slandered internally but was deeply envious and wished for such adoring female followers. Then he looked toward Yi Jisheng.
Yi Jisheng was completely puzzled.
"It’s nothing, it’s just your..."
Quan Sangin got flustered by the nearly two-meter-tall beanpole of a man.
He could be sure that this man, whose face was half-hidden by a mask, wasn’t feigning ignorance; he genuinely didn’t care about the rule pollution.
Of course, Yi Jisheng didn’t care. As a Taboo Thing born from God pollution, in a sense, he was immortal.
"The snow is falling so heavily today!"
Yi Jisheng glanced outside and urged Lin Baici, "Team leader, could you hurry up and sort this out? I want to go back and eat hotpot!"
Even though he couldn’t digest it, those animal innards were really tasty! Would the flavor be even more exquisite if they were human?
Quan Sangin didn’t know what to say.
Kim Jinsoo asked Gu Qingqiu.
"I’ll do my best to find the answer. If I can’t, then I guess I die,"
Gu Qingqiu said, undeterred, as he searched the body, "Dying from rule pollution is surely more interesting than dying of old age or diseases!"
Quan Sangin and the others exchanged looks.
The people in Lin Baici’s team were all crazy,
In the few minutes they spoke, another cook suddenly fell to the ground without a sound, dead on the spot.
The sound of the body hitting the ground shocked everyone.
"Envoy Sir, what’s happening? If you have a way, please use it quickly!"
Zhao Decheng was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he began to sweat profusely.
He was a Second-grade Official, a person of high status with a beautiful life to lead, not like the lowly commoners who live from hand-to-mouth; dying now would be far too great a loss.