Death's Toll

2024-08-10

The abandoned factory was as silent as a city struck by the Black Death, where not a single living person could be seen.

Everyone thought the Head God was deliberately picking a fight with that question.

Forget which pigeon had appeared from where—they couldn't even count how many pigeons there were.

Wang Qing turned to Lin Baici for help, but Lin Baici didn't know either.

With his eyes closed, he had seen all the white spots, but he hadn't paid attention to where they had appeared.

"L-Lin God?"

Lin Baici wasn't giving him any hints, and Wang Qing began to panic.

Lin Baici thought back, pointed at the deity with his right hand, then grabbed the hem of his jacket at his left waist and lifted it slightly.

"Here, at the left waist!"

Wang Qing answered quickly, even reaching over to tug at his clothes.

The Head God shook its head.

"Huh?"

Wang Qing stared blankly, then looked at Lin Baici.

Lin Baici frowned.

Wasn't it here?

"Please answer quickly!"

The Head God urged him on.

"Wait! Just a moment!"

Wang Qing licked his lips and gazed pleadingly at Lin Baici. He wished he could rush over, pry open Lin Baici's mouth, and make him tell him the answer.

Lin Baici looked at Sannomiya Airi.

The Sakura Girl spread her hands, helpless.

She wasn't worried. It wasn't one of their people who had made a mistake, and this was the last question anyway. Even if she couldn't figure out the key, it didn't matter.

Xia Hongyao scratched her head and racked her brains. She was certainly trying hard to help, but her intelligence just wasn't up to the task.

Lin Baici thought for more than ten seconds, then touched his left waist again.

"It said that's wrong!" Wang Qing