Deities Are All Just My Food-Chapter 43 Details Determine Success or Failure_1

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In the red clay pond, on the round clay platform, travelers were sitting or squatting, engrossed in sculpting clay figures.

Apart from the rustling sound of iron carving knives slicing through the clay, there were also the heavy breaths of some travelers, caused by fear, which made the stillness on the platform even more terrifying.

Song Li lifted her arm, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Unknowingly, her underwear was soaked, sticking to her skin uncomfortably.

She was panicking because the clay figure she carved looked as if a dog had chewed on it; not to mention meeting the requirements of the clay monster, she couldn’t even bear to look at it herself.

“At this rate, I’m definitely going to fail!”

Song Li looked towards 18D and then glanced at Ma Yuan.

Fortunately,

Both of them, like her, lacked artistic talent and were all thumbs.

When she looked at Xia Hongyao,

She felt envious.

The girl with the high ponytail had sculpted a clay figure that was eerily lifelike.

It’s a pity she couldn’t ask her to do it on her behalf.

Song Li then looked at Lin Baici.

Huh?

His sculpture wasn’t very good either, the hands and feet were rough, but anyone with eyes could easily see that he was sculpting himself.

Why?

After observing for several minutes, Song Li understood.

Lin Baici had focused mainly on the clothing of the clay figure.

“Right, clothes make the man, and the most important part of a personal impression is the attire and accessories, isn’t it?”

Song Li became excited, as if she had discovered the secret to getting full marks.

The sneakers Lin Baici wore were from Anta, and he even carved out the logo.

My pair of beige studded high heels, claiming to be either on a woman’s feet or on a man’s shoulder, are very distinctive.

Song Li kneaded the clay figure in her hands into a clump, rolled it, and started over.

The clay monster patrolled the site, walking on the platform.

It would occasionally stand next to a traveler, look for a few moments, and while it wouldn’t comment, it would shake or nod its head.

The clay monster came to 18D, looked at the clay figure in his hands, and shook its head.

18D was serious and didn’t dare to look around.

The clay monster then looked at Song Li, nodded after a few seconds, and left.

“How did it go?

Did it nod or shake its head?”

Song Li asked in a low voice.

“Nodded!”

Ma Yuan was gloomy.

The clay monster hadn’t paid attention to him, leaving him unsure whether his work was adequate?

“Haha!”

Song Li’s heart was suddenly at ease.

Safe!

Song Li stole a glance at Lin Baici, with a hint of regret,

Wouldn’t it be great if he were my boyfriend?

“What about me?”

18D was nervous, his hands trembling.

“Shook its head!”

Ma Yuan snorted: “You need to redo it!”

“What?”

The expression on 18D’s face turned mournful: “I’ve already put in a lot of effort!”

“You have to carve out your features!”

Song Li, applying what she just learned, quietly shared the secret she observed with 18D.

First, do someone a favor, sell a good feeling!

Maybe she could even gain back more than what was given when the time comes.

“That’s how it is!”

18D suddenly saw the light and quickly expressed his thanks: “Thank you, Sister Song!”

Alas!

Sister Song is really nice, with fair skin, long legs, and an A-shaped waist.

If she agreed to be my girlfriend, I’d sell blood or steal batteries and still wouldn’t let her suffer even a bit.

Lin Baici listened to their conversation, frowning slightly.

Were his clay figures up to standard?

The Eater God hadn’t given any comment; it should be safe!

The patrol, resembling that of an exam supervisor, was making the travelers nervous and the atmosphere oppressive.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman as if she had seen a ghost screamed in terror.

“What’s the matter?

What’s the matter?

Why has my clay figure melted?”

Everyone turned to look upon hearing the sound.

The clay in the hands of the middle-aged woman was melting as if it was ice cream under the scorching noon sun, rapidly dissolving.

Plat tat!

Plat tat!

Some red clay dropped to the ground, forming puddles.

Everyone was startled and hurriedly examined their own clay figures.

“Mine seems to be melting too!”

“What the hell is going on?

Is it too hot, or is the carving technique wrong?”

“Why isn’t your clay figure melting?”

The travelers started clamoring, many of them finding their clay was melting too.

This consistency made it impossible to mold a shape any longer.

“What…

what’s going on?”

The big-bellied man’s clay figure was also a melted mess, and he, furious and astonished, confronted the clay monster.

The clay monster glanced at him,

Without speaking a word!

“Damn it, are you mute?”

The big-bellied man was frantic; the melting of the clay meant direct failure, no need for further assessment.

The middle-aged woman was in a panic, looking around.

Seeing that some people’s clay figures hadn’t melted was puzzling.

“Why hasn’t your clay figure melted?”

She kept asking several people but got no answer because no one knew why.

The middle-aged woman saw Lin Baici, who had once helped her with a medical issue at the station, and she was impressed by him.

When she realized his clay figure wasn’t melting, she immediately rushed over.

“Young man, why hasn’t your clay softened?”

Lin Baici looked at the lady with diabetes, her face filled with urgency: “Did you not do as the clay monster instructed?”

“I did!”

The lady with diabetes emphasized, “One hundred and twenty times, not one less!”

“No, I mean, did you lift it over your head with each press?”

Lin Baici explained.

“This…”

The diabetic auntie was dumbfounded.

By the time she had smashed the clay over forty times, her arms grew sore, so she got lazy and didn’t lift it over her head anymore: “Do I…

Do I have to lift it over my head for it to count as one?”

“That should be the case!”

Lin Baici nodded.

Others heard what Lin Baici said and thought this reasoning was very likely.

“Why don’t you ask the people who melted during the clay beating?

Then you would know, right?”

Xia Hongyao suggested.

The diabetic auntie immediately shouted out, “Did none of you lift the clay over your head when you were smashing it?”

Everyone looked at each other.

Soon, everyone figured out that this was indeed the reason.

“Damn it, if I had known, I wouldn’t have slacked off!”

“Are we sure this is the reason?”

“No doubt about it!”

The travelers whose clay had melted regretted not cutting corners, while those who hadn’t been lazy heaved a sigh of relief, grateful for their diligence.

Gurgle!

Song Li swallowed hard, still shaken.

She was lucky that the tall guy had stopped her earlier; otherwise, she would have slacked off too, and she’d be the one suffering now.

“What do we do now?”

The diabetic auntie looked eagerly at Lin Baici, waiting for him to come up with a plan.

“What else is there to do?

Hurry up and get the red clay, and start all over again!”

Ma Yuan lifted his wrist, glanced at his watch, “Hurry up, there’s only a quarter of an hour left!”

“Right!

Right!

Do it again!”

The diabetic auntie rushed towards the red clay pit.

The travelers whose clay had melted also came to their senses, one by one they ran to the pit, grabbed some red clay, and hurried back, smashing it onto the stone slab with the fastest speed.

This time, no one dared to be lazy, they all lifted the clay above their heads.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

The noise was continuous.

Time ticked by, neither hastily nor slowly, but the travelers’ mental state became more and more tense and frantic, especially those who hadn’t completed the “body sculpting,” sweating profusely in their urgency.

“Done!”

Xia Hongyao placed the clay figure on the stone slab, crossed her arms, and looked around.

Beautiful!

That’s worthy of being my work.

“This should be okay, right?”

18D had finished too, but was unsure if it was up to standard, so he looked anxious.

“It should be fine!”

Song Li replied nonchalantly, as hers was certainly no problem.

“Seven minutes left!”

Ma Yuan stood up, scanned the area, and noticed that most travelers who had strictly followed the Eater God’s requirements for smashing the clay had almost finished ‘body sculpting.’

Even those still carving were just doing some final touch-ups on their clay figures, as there was nothing else to do.

“We should be safe with this step!”

Song Li slipped on her studded high heels that were placed beside her.

She wanted to look gorgeous,

So she could seduce Lin Baici and have him take care of her.

“Handsome, you….”

Just as Song Li was about to strike up a conversation, she suddenly heard a horrific scream.

“Honey, why did your clay figure melt?”

Whoosh!

Everyone turned their heads to look.

“It’s the pregnant woman!”

18D blurted out.

She was in the same car as him, and her husband had quarreled with an auntie who was playing music loudly on her phone, all to make his wife more comfortable.

In the end, he was utterly defeated, and it was only with Lin Baici’s intervention that they dealt with the cantankerous TikTok auntie.

Now, this pregnant woman, wearing a loose dress, her legs covered in mud, was sitting on the ground, one hand on her belly, the other looking at her husband’s clay figure, her face filled with terror.

“What’s going on?”

The pregnant woman cried, tears and sweat mixed together, along with some dirt, forming a blotchy face.

Her husband, who wore glasses, was frantic.

“I…

I don’t know!”

He tried to fix the clay figure, but the red clay kept melting like candle wax, unable to stick back together.

The Eater God patrolling nearby happened to walk near him and watched him emotionlessly.

“Why did it melt?”

The man with glasses couldn’t understand, “I lifted the clay over my head every time I smashed it!”

The Eater God did not answer.

“You must be remembering it wrong!”

Ma Yuan shouted at him.

“No way!”

The man with glasses shook his head vehemently, he had always been honest, diligently completing any task assigned by parents, teachers, or bosses at work.

“Saying it doesn’t help, your clay figure melted because you slacked off.

Go get some red clay again!”

A traveler interjected.

“I didn’t slack off!”

The man with glasses’ face turned red.

“Honey, don’t worry about that now, hurry up and get the red clay!”

The pregnant woman urged, struggling to stand up to help her husband.

“Don’t move around, you might miscarry!”

The man with glasses was worried.

“We’re about to die and you’re worried about a miscarriage?”

The man with a big belly muttered irritably, his arms aching terribly, but he had to endure it and hurry to make the clay figure.

But when the carving knife once again touched the semi-finished clay, it started to melt, and the man with a big belly could clearly feel the clay softening.

“What’s happening?”

The man with a big belly broke into a cold sweat.

Even without understanding anything, he knew that with the clay in this state, he couldn’t sculpt anything.

The man with a big belly panicked, suddenly looking up to see others’ clay sculptures, and then he heard the diabetic auntie’s terrified scream.

“Why has my clay figure melted again?”