I! Cleaner!-Chapter 964 - 893: I’ll Just Sit in and Listen

"Heh, still okay."

In response to Grandma Crow-eye's exclamation, Leon rubbed his bright red nose from the cold and replied calmly:

"At first, it was really cold, but you get used to it eventually."

"?!!!"

How is that possible?!!!

Upon hearing Leon's response and seeing him looking as if he hadn't suffered much, the Overlords of the Dead Realm collectively shuddered, like a herd of snakes in a meeting, hissing and gasping incessantly.

For the living, the "Blood of the Dead" consumed by the Mountain Patroller is a hundred times more toxic than the deadliest poison and a thousand times colder than the iciest ice, almost solidified "death" itself!

In the True God system, coming into contact with the solidified "Blood of the Dead" is akin to being drawn into the truth domain of a pillar deity-level "death," and even those as powerful as the third director of the Clearing Bureau would have little room for resistance.

As long as there's still some "life" in them, once they touch this, they will be quickly eroded and assimilated, and the coldness emitted will freeze them, putting them in a state close to true death.

Moreover, even the dead cannot withstand the erosion and freezing intensity, and even the Overlords of the Dead Realm, standing at the pinnacle of death, would be in danger with too much exposure, yet this living man seems unaffected?

Don't ask, if you ask, it might be open... or perhaps it was never closed. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Leon glanced at the badge of "Materialism" lying quietly in the first slot, radiating a steady and intense red glow. He then reversed his hand to mobilize the "Heart Lake" ability, targeting the turbulent Heart Lakes of the dozen Overlords of the Dead Realm, drawing a large wave of power from them, then said with a chuckle:

"No problem, you guys chat away, I'll just listen on the side... and if you really dislike it, I won't interject next time."

"..."

Is this really about interjecting or not?

Seeing Leon's ear poking out of the Mountain Patroller's chest, only to retreat with a smirk, the Faceless Man almost broke down on the spot.

Hosting the Overlords' meeting was meant to discuss how to ambush the Clearing Bureau and eliminate the Food God, a threat to the entire Realm of the Dead, yet the Food God's soul is eavesdropping here throughout?

Even if the Food God can't instantly relay the information due to being wrapped by the Mountain Patroller's soul, still... something feels off!

"No way!"

Seeing the deathly pale face of the Mountain Patroller, all the Overlords of the Dead Realm unanimously decided and shouted to her:

"Keep eating! Eat until the Food God is frozen!"

"I..."

"Hurry up!"

Even for the most powerful dead in the Realm of the Dead, frequent contact with the "Blood of the Dead" is extremely painful, but facing the consensus among the Overlords of the Dead Realm, the Mountain Patroller had to endure.

With fear of the damn Food God and regret for being involved in this mess, the Mountain Patroller staggered to the source of the frozen river and directly dug out a fist-sized clump of "Blood of the Dead," forcing herself to swallow it whole.

The new "Blood of the Dead" had an immediate effect.

In the hopeful gaze of the Overlords of the Dead Realm, the ear of the Food God, which had been exposed, twitched and quickly retracted, then...

"Sweet~"

Along with an exclamation that made the Overlords of the Dead Realm change color, a hand, slightly red from the cold, suddenly reached out from the Mountain Patroller's chest, trembling as it beckoned in the direction of the Faceless Man.

"Increase the intensity!"

"?!!?!"

Faced with Leon's blatant provocation, coupled with the constant catalysis of the "Heart Lake" power, the Overlords of the Dead Realm couldn't help but feel their anger rise, all casting furious glares toward the Mountain Patroller.

"Eat! Keep eating!!!"

Looking at Leon's hand covered in a layer of frost, the Faceless Man gritted his teeth and yelled:

"He's bluffing! Keep eating! Freeze him!"

"Right! Continue!"

Under the angry stares from the Overlords of the Dead Realm, the Mountain Patroller, whose lips were turning blue, took a half-step back, then couldn't help but say:

"How about... I take him away first? Honestly, even if I don't participate..."

"What are you afraid of?"

After cutting off the Mountain Patroller, the Death Lord shouted with anger:

"The Food God is living, you're dead!

He's now hiding in your Heart Lake, so when you eat a bit of 'Blood of the Dead,' it's like he's eating it too. Are you, the dead, not able to withstand more than one living person?"

"..."

Fair enough?

Believing this to be reasonable, convincing herself that the Food God in her Heart Lake was likely bluffing, the Mountain Patroller nodded, dug out another fist-sized piece of "Blood of the Dead."

However, just as she was about to continue, the "Blood of the Dead" in her hand was snatched by the Faceless Man, who shoved a head-sized new ice block in its place.

"Eat this. That one's too small; it might not be enough to freeze the Food God!"

"..."

Whether it's enough to freeze the Food God is unclear, but eating this, I might end up half-frozen!

Though she wanted to refuse the "help" from the Faceless Man, feeling the increasingly lively Food God within her Heart Lake, the Mountain Patroller, gritting her teeth, held the head-sized black ice chunk and reluctantly swallowed it whole.

Swish!

With the Mountain Patroller's reckless move, a terrible chill that paralyzes the soul erupted instantly from her center, forcing all the Overlords of the Dead Realm to retreat.

And at the very center of this frigid cold, half her body was coated with frost, particularly in the heart area that received extra "attention," which formed a thick ice layer, firmly trapping the Food God who was previously at the beck and call.

After waiting anxiously for a while and seeing no sign of the Food God breaking through the ice, the Overlords of the Dead Realm collectively sighed in relief, but to be safe, the Faceless Man still advised the Mountain Patroller:

"The Food God is too peculiar. You better seal your perception and turn around... you know, what we are going to discuss is too crucial, and even if the Food God can't relay the information, it's better to avoid him."

"..."

If that's the plan, why didn't you just let me leave at the start? Why all this fuss?

Although she really wanted to say this, knowing she had "angered the crowd," the Mountain Patroller wisely kept silent, turning around, enduring in silence, and closing her eyes.

"Everyone!"

Once it was confirmed she couldn't perceive anything, the Faceless Man turned to the Overlords of the Dead Realm, reaching out with a palm devoid of fingerprints, gently patting the ice wall behind him, with a serious face:

"There's no need for me to elaborate on the terror of the Food God. This human is a heedless lunatic, acting solely on whims, without considering the consequences! Even knowing the chaos that would ensue in our Realm of the Dead, he would relentlessly kill without hesitation; the Wailing Puppet is the perfect example!

I'm very certain if we don't liberate the 'Frozen River' this time, and go all out against the Clearing Bureau to eliminate this threat, once the Food God takes full control of the Clearing Bureau, he will certainly eradicate us!"