Are You Ready to Die? God

The god in magnificent robes reclined with his head resting on someone's lap, his mouth open as he drank deeply from the fine wine being poured from a cup.

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

Her long spine had been pulled out through the opening in her neck and curved down over the cup like a white snake lowering its head to drink.

Fresh red blood was drawn from the beauty's body, dripping down her spine into the cup and becoming the wine that moistened the god's lips.

Her head, meanwhile, had been used as an armrest, supporting the god's right hand.

"Oh, you finally came. I thought Night Parade Bathhouse had started neglecting its guests."

Kunguna opened his eyes and spoke lazily.

"How could that be, Great God Kunguna? You are an honored guest of our bathhouse, and all of Bathhouse Street still needs your protection. We will only do our utmost to serve you."

The deputy minister hurriedly said.

Liu Zheng glanced at her, his expression strange.

She had said he was smooth-talking, but she was quite the talker herself.

"What a sweet-talking beauty. Come, let me see how flexible your tongue is."

Kunguna beckoned to her.

"Yes, Lord Kunguna."

The deputy minister forced herself to walk over and knelt beside Kunguna's head.

"Lower your head. Open your mouth."

Kunguna ordered.

"Yes."

The deputy minister opened her mouth, revealing a row of neat, snowy-white teeth.

"What a beautiful mouth. Such a pity your teeth are too neat."

Kunguna extended a short, thick finger into her mouth and moved it around.

"Then I'll go get crooked teeth later."

The deputy minister said indistinctly.

"No need. We can do it now."

Kunguna gripped one of her teeth and gave