My God Raising Game

Chapter 71 Opening the Door to the Divination {Eighth Update, Please Subscribe}
"I'm not blind."

Jiang Haishan retorted to Lu Jiuling in an annoyed tone.

Apart from a walnut tree in the northwest corner, the courtyard was empty, so the newlyweds could see the offering table placed in the very center.

Some people were completely unaware that something was wrong, such as Ke Xinyi and the big pants, while others noticed it, such as flight attendant Yu Sitong.

"To be on the safe side, spread out and search the farmhouse first, making sure you don't miss any clues, and then we can study this clay tube."

When Jiang Haishan and the other newcomers were being transferred, they weren't just standing there idly; they had planned it all out in advance.

"Handsome, you've thought of everything."

Wang Yumei walked up to Jiang Haishan and immediately offered him a compliment.

A hairdresser wearing a sundress with a phoenix tattooed on her shoulder followed behind Wang Yumei, clearly following her lead.

Another hairdresser knew Xiaoying and they spent time together.

Jiang Haishan looked Wang Yumei up and down, then glanced at Fenghuangnu: "A prostitute?"

"No."

Fearing being looked down upon, Wang Yumei quickly denied it.

Phoenix rolled her eyes and instinctively reached for a cigarette, but her handbag was gone.

"Haha, don't worry, I don't discriminate against any profession."

Jiang Haishan liked clever women like Wang Yumei.

Picking a newbie to act as a "dog" to manage the other newbies is much easier than managing them yourself.

"Perform well, and when I have some free time, I'll tell you what happened."

Jiang Haishan is making empty promises.

Wang Yumei was overjoyed to find that this man, who looked so fierce, was actually so easy to talk to. She quickly patted her chest and assured him.

"no problem."

She definitely wouldn't do any manual labor; her job of monitoring and urging others was all too familiar to Wang Yumei, who had been a madam before.

"Hey handsome, what's going on here?"

Old Duan walked up to Lu Jiuling, pulled up his shorts, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed it to Lu Jiuling.

"Thank you, I won't smoke."

Lu Jiuling refused.

"Give me one! Give me one!"

Lao Duan was very enthusiastic.

"Hello." The boy in the plaid pajamas greeted Lu Jiuling while admiring the bronze Buddha mask on his face, "Where did you buy that mask?"

"The craftsmanship is exquisite!"

Boys also want to buy a pair of plaid pajamas.

"Fatty Cai, stop looking at that damn thing."

Lao Duan complained.

My roommate is such a pervert; his eyes kept wandering over the beautiful legs of the flight attendant and the Holiland store girl.

Can't you just put up with it?
Doing this will make others hate him and his family, and consequently, he and Lao Dong will also be disliked.

"I'm observing to see who's acting strangely."

Fatty Cai tried to argue his way out of it.

"Alright, alright."

Old Duan interrupted Fatty Cai. Just as he was about to speak to that young master, the man turned around and walked towards the west wing.

Old Duan quickly slipped on his slippers and chased after him.

The two flight attendants exchanged a glance and decided to hold back and wait and see.

The four construction workers were all adult males with strong physiques. Instead of looking for Jiang Haishan or Lu Jiuling, they went alone and searched the north room.

The five Holiland employees probably thought that there was strength in numbers and didn't want to waste their energy, so they stayed in the courtyard.

"Why do I feel like that guy is around 690?"

Ke Xinyi tugged at Li Yinuo and followed not far from Lu Jiuling, secretly observing him.

“It’s not just a possibility, it’s definitely him, right?” Li Yinuo was clearly smarter than Ke Xinyi: “Lu Jiuling also has a set of this outfit.”

"Most importantly, that backpack, I bet it's the one Lu Jiuling uses."

Li Yinuo remembered very clearly that at the wedding, Lu Jiuling pulled a short sword out of this backpack.

“Yes, yes, that backpack is his.” Ke Xinyi nodded vigorously: “And his height, there aren’t many people as tall as Lu Jiuling.”

"Let's follow him and find a chance to ask him."

Li Yinuo guessed that she had encountered another bizarre ritual similar to the ghost marriage in the mansion.

Hey.

What bad luck.

However, Lu Jiuling's presence is good news.

Lu Jiuling came out of the west wing, walked about ten meters along the stone path to its south, and entered the backyard.

In the northwest corner of the backyard, there was a stone mill, next to which was a thatched and mud-brick hut with some dusty farm tools.

Opposite the shack was a simple stable.

There were four horses inside: an old horse, a foal that was just over a meter tall, and two large horses, all of which were very thin.

The manger was licked clean, not even a speck of dust remained, but the four horses, starving, still stood in front of it, licking the stone walls incessantly.

When they saw the people coming, they all started snorting.

Is horse meat tasty?

Fatty Cai felt that the food supply was secured.

Even if these horses are thin, they're enough to feed everyone for a few days.

There was very little clutter in the backyard; at a glance, even mice couldn't find a place to hide.

Lu Jiuling and his group found nothing and returned to the front yard.

The construction worker who had asked Lu Jiuling and the other two if they were a group was now standing on the stone wall of the courtyard, looking into the distance.

"Yifeng, what did you see?"

The middle-aged man took another swig of wine.

“We are in a village, a very backward one, without even cement roads or telephone poles, and beyond that, there are wheat fields.”

He Yifeng straightened his helmet and looked around.

"Have you seen anyone?"

A middle-aged man asked.

"Not even a dog in sight." He Yifeng's tone was calm and decisive: "I'll go check the gate; it's probably locked."

The four of them had just checked the gate, but couldn't open it from the inside, so they and Yifeng decided to go outside to check. That's why they climbed onto the courtyard wall. "Be careful."

The middle-aged man gave his advice.

"Don't worry, Uncle Wang."

While talking to Yi Feng, he jumped off the courtyard wall.

He does physical labor on the construction site every day, so he's in great shape. The only problem is that he doesn't have any weapons. If you gave him a kitchen knife, he'd be confident he could chop Jiang Haishan down.

After watching the worker jump off the wall, Lu Jiuling turned and glanced at Jiang Haishan.

He felt that the taboo contamination was probably related to the divination box on the altar, and that if he went out rashly without understanding it, something bad would likely happen.

And the tightly closed door also proves this point.

In the first instance of rule corruption, 99% of the time, the goal is to find a way to open the door and leave the farmhouse.

Jiang Haishan must have thought of these things too. The reason he didn't stop the worker was probably because he wanted to see what would happen if he left the farmhouse directly.

Of course, it could also be an opportunity to get rid of a troublemaker.

Because judging from that worker's temperament and personality, he wasn't an easy person to talk to.

Soon, the door was shaken violently.

Clang! Clang!
"Uncle Wang, the gate isn't locked from the outside."

He called out to Yifeng.

Uncle Wang stood at the door and saw the door being pushed four or five times. Suddenly, there was a thud outside the door, followed by silence.

"Yi Feng?"

"Yi Feng?"

"what happened to you?"

The middle-aged man grew anxious, pressed his face against the door, and peered through the crack: "Speak up!"

Two coworkers stood nearby, their faces also showing concern, because judging from the thud, it seemed that He Yifeng had fainted.

In the courtyard, the newlyweds became tense due to this sudden turn of events.

"I'll go out and see."

A worker with thick eyebrows, who was on good terms with Yi Feng, ran towards the wall next to him as he spoke, intending to climb over and take a look.

"Don't go, your coworker is probably dead."

Lu Jiuling stopped him.

"What did you say?"

The worker with thick eyebrows frowned, clearly not believing Lu Jiuling's words.

“You’ll die if you go out.” Jiang Haishan said sternly, “Alright, everyone come here.”

"Xiao He, ignore him and go check on Yi Feng."

The middle-aged man, Wang Qida, urged him on.

"..."

He Cong hesitated.

He's not stupid. Those two people who call themselves Little Buddha and Jiang Haishan have no grudges against them and certainly wouldn't harm them.

If someone tells you not to go out, it must be for your own good.

"Don't go, you'll die."

Xue Lingren tried to persuade him.

"You knew someone would die, so why didn't you stop him?"

Wang Qida criticized him and was very angry.

"How will anyone know if someone dies?" Jiang Haishan scoffed. "Do you think we're prophets?"

"Alright, stop talking nonsense and get over here right now."

The sudden silence of a living adult frightened the newlyweds, and no one dared to say a word; they all gathered around.

"Young Master, what do you think?"

Jiang Haishan stared at the divination sticks on the offering table and asked Lu Jiuling a question.

The divination stick container is made of clay, about the thickness of a calf and half a foot tall. The red paint around the rim of the sticks has peeled off a lot due to wind and rain, making it look very old and worn.

There is also a clay sculpture of a little Taoist boy holding a divination stick container. He is looking up with his mouth open and laughing loudly. His facial expression is sculpted very lifelike, but it looks a bit eerie in this environment.

"It should be divination and drawing lots. If you draw a certain lot, you can go out."

Lu Jiuling analyzed.

Inside the clay divination stick container was a bundle of bamboo divination sticks, estimated to be about twenty or so.

It might just match the number of people present.

“Great minds think alike.” Jiang Haishan nodded, then joked, “So? You, the super rookie with a 3S rating, why don’t you go first?”

Everyone looked at Lu Jiuling.

What does the 3S rating mean?
That sounds really impressive.

"Didn't you say you're the commander and everyone should listen to you? Then you should lead by example." Lu Jiuling mocked without any politeness: "Or are you planning to eat the meat yourself while others go to their deaths?"

The newlyweds looked at Jiang Haishan again, but their eyes were filled with much more fear than when they looked at Lu Jiuling.

It is obvious that Jiang Haishan's image is very threatening.

“That’s right. If you listen to me, I’ll eat the meat and he’ll drink the soup. If you don’t listen to me, you’ll die.”

Jiang Haishan admitted it directly.

This is a game for the gods; he has no time for any courteous treatment of the virtuous and talented. He just uses violence to subdue them. Anyway, these are just ordinary people, like fish on a chopping board, and they can't cause any trouble.

Jiang Haishan glanced around and called out names directly.

"You come!"

Jiang Haishan ordered a short woman from Holiland.

These five people are colleagues and must be separated, otherwise they might easily form a clique. Of course, it's also because this woman is less attractive than her colleagues.

"what?"

Zhou Li was dumbfounded. She had been staying quietly, without complaining or grumbling, like a nobody. How did she end up being chosen?
Xue Lingren sighed.

Being ugly can be a disaster at times.

"Be quick about it, don't force me to take action."

Jiang Haishan glared at Zhou Li.

Zhou Li was still dawdling when Jiang Haishan took three big strides to her and kicked her.

boom!
Zhou Li was kicked to the ground.

(End of this chapter)