Deities Are All Just My Food-Chapter 2251 - 1005: You Will Die When the Midnight Bell Rings!

Chapter 2251: Chapter 1005: You Will Die When the Midnight Bell Rings!

If it were an ordinary person, they might have already fled in terror.

Lin Baici didn’t even move a toe, standing still, watching the oil painting drip blood. He even had the leisure to toss and catch a hatchet, passing the time away.

Flow!

Flow with all your might!

Let’s see if you ghosts will bleed to death!

Believe it or not, the bride in the wedding portrait started to flow blood for about a minute, then it was like a mountain stream swelling after a rainstorm, the flow became thicker, and then the stitching on the neck began to snap, as if it couldn’t withstand the pressure.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Lin Baici even heard the sound of the thread breaking.

The dusty bedding quickly became soaked with blood.

This wasn’t the end; suddenly, a gush of blood erupted like a volcanic explosion, splashing onto the floor.

Gush! Gush!

Lin Baici still didn’t move, his feet rooted to the spot.

The blood surged too fast, even pooling on the floor, starting to spread towards the door, while those women’s slippers were flushed out from under the bed, bobbing like little boats.

"Ah!"

In the bedroom, there was a faint and eerie scream.

"That’s it?"

Lin Baici spoke, with a slight tone of mockery.

American horror movies never scared Lin Baici; he even felt like laughing.

Directors often use elements like psychopathic killers, lots of gore, severed limbs, and the like.

Most Asians aren’t afraid of that.

But Japanese and Thai horror films are in another league. They use no blood, yet the atmosphere they create can scare the life out of someone.

Lin Baici had the mindset of watching an American horror movie.

He saw that they seemed to have run out of tricks—just screaming and gushing blood—so he suddenly twisted at the waist and flung the hatchet in his hand.

Bang!

The hatchet spun and hacked into the painting, hitting the bride’s head dead center.

Lin Baici was simply bored, trying to attack something, not intending to kill anyone. But after that hit, the bride’s neck stopped gushing blood, and the screaming in the bedroom also ceased.

Everything returned to calm.

Lin Baici nodded, satisfied.

He looked at the ax embedded in the painting, then at the blood on the floor. Not wanting to dirty his shoes, he found two chairs to use as stepping stones, stood on them, and shuffled to the window to retrieve the hatchet.

It took a bit of time and effort, but it was better than getting covered in blood.

Lin Baici wiped the blood off the hatchet and tucked it into his lower back, then closed the door and set off to explore elsewhere, to see if he could find a phone book.

Just as Lin Baici was passing through the corridor, preparing to go downstairs.

Creak!

A door opened all by itself.

Lin Baici turned his head, glanced at it, and walked over.

It was a study.

The furnishings were simple—just a rectangular wooden desk and three rows of bookshelves filled with books.

Most of these books had leather covers, appearing dark and ominous at first glance, like those evil tomes used to summon demons.

Whoosh!

The candle holder on the desk suddenly lit up.

Lin Baici stepped inside.

On the desk were several quill pens, a bottle of ink, and a stack of yellow parchment.

Lin Baici walked to the bookshelf, his gaze gliding over the spines of the books, casually pulling one out.

"Wilderness Mountains"

Lin Baici flipped through it—it was a novel about a young man lost in the fog, who stumbled into a mountain range and was invited by a pair of twin maids to visit an estate.

The master of the estate wasn’t home, so the young man was hosted by the alluring countess.

The writing was quite intriguing.

Especially the sections describing the countess, richly detailed. No doubt about it, the author must have been quite a fan of older women.

And the technique was quite impressive too.

At night, the young man got up and accidentally discovered the countess, in a sheer nightgown, carrying an oil lamp and sneaking towards the stables...

Scritch! Scritch!

Lin Baici’s ears twitched—wasn’t that the sound of a pen nib scraping against paper?

He turned towards the desk and saw a quill pen moving by itself, dipping into the ink bottle when it ran out of ink.

The scene was like an invisible ghost writing letters to a friend.

Lin Baici certainly wasn’t afraid!

He came over.

"You will die!"

"You will perish when the midnight bell tolls!"

The paper bore a series of curses.

Lin Baici glanced at the ink bottle—it was clearly black ink, but the written words were red.

"If you’re going to kill me, hurry up!"

Lin Baici said, suddenly reaching out to grab the quill and placing it on the candle.

The beef tallow candle’s flame was strong, setting the quill alight in seconds.

Lin Baici waited until it was half burnt, then casually tossed it away.

"Hey, if you’re going to act, do it now, or I’m leaving!"

Lin Baici called out.

He returned the book to the shelf.

In the past, Lin Baici would have at least skimmed through it, carefully observing, learning from it. But now, having played doubles with Hua Yue Yu and the others, with even the landlady teaching him more thrilling tricks, Lin Baici’s threshold had been raised far too high.

Such novels no longer satisfied him.

Lin Baici planned to leave, took a few steps, then returned to pick up the candle holder.

At night, this thing might come in handy.

Lin Baici stepped out, too lazy to close the door, and after a few steps, a slimy, tentacle-like thing suddenly wrapped around his neck, pulling him back.