Slay the God: Late Night Bookstore

"Just now, I saw through a ray of divine light that this little fellow is affecting the fate of all of you, and now you have a little more hope... Just let the little fellow take his own course..."

Master Jinchan's eyes were filled with fatigue, but he still forced himself to finish his words. Then he said no more and returned to his meditation room with Huiming's support.

Only Zuo Qing and Ye Fan were left standing there.

"Then what should we do now? Just ignore Li Mingxuan?"

Zuo Qing looked at Ye Fan and asked.

"Just do as my master says. I believe in my master."

Ye Fan finally believed what Master Jinchan said and let Li Mingxuan grow on his own.

The two walked to the Buddhist temple, took a look at Li Mingxuan who was unconscious on the cushion, and left Jiuhua Mountain.

.......

Cangnan City...

Late Night Bookstore....

"I didn't expect it to be him..."

Haoran's gaze fell on the chessboard on the desk. He narrowed his eyes slightly and picked up a black piece and placed it in the center of the board.

"When Zhao Kongcheng's fate began to be changed by him, I knew that this game of chess had already begun."

Opposite Haoran, the monk of fate looked calm, picked up a white character and dropped it near the black character...

"Is this your plan? Or is it his plan..."

Haoran looked at the fatalistic monk with cold eyes.

"This has nothing to do with him. He doesn't even know... He can't do this, even Lin Qiye can."

The Fateful Monk said softly, then paused, "But someone has to bear the blame, so why can't that person be me?"

"That's good...I didn't misjudge him..."

Haoran let out a long sigh when he heard that. The black piece in his hand fell onto the board, and the situation of the white pieces on the board became increasingly critical.

"So, I still need your help. I can't do it alone. This is the only chance to win at the lowest cost."

On the chessboard, Monk Fate calmly placed the white piece on the board. Even though the situation of the white pieces was not good, he remained calm.

"To be honest, I don't really agree with this deal... He will be mad at me if he finds out..."

Haoran was silent, but his heart was not at peace. The black pieces in his hand fell on the chessboard, and he continued to suppress the white pieces with a violent attack.

“If you give up, you will gain!”

Monk Fate made the move with the white chess piece in hand and spoke calmly.

"I promise you..."

Haoran seemed to have thought a lot, and finally sighed, with a look of worry on his young face.

"He'll understand....Bye!"

The Fateful Monk placed his last white piece, looked at Haoran meaningfully, then stood up and said goodbye.

Haoran calmly watched the departure of the Fateful Monk, while he remained silent, clenching his fists, but finally seemed to have made up his mind and sighed.

"This is...I lost!"

Haoran's gaze fell on the chessboard. The last piece of the Fateful Monk landed on the chessboard, instantly reversing the situation.

Black...lost.

The last step is comparable to...

The hand of God!

"Is this your plan..."

Haoran looked at the back of the fateful monk with a complicated expression, and muttered as he watched the monk gradually disappear from his sight.

It seems that Black is sure to win, but in fact it is not.

This is a big game!

The white pieces that were eaten by the black pieces in front are the price to be paid.

Giving up is also a way to win.

Playing games with God, you can win half of the game against God...

Not simple!

.....

"This is where...."

When Li Mingxuan opened his eyes, he felt himself enveloped in endless darkness. The darkness was constantly eroding him, but he was completely powerless to resist.

Here, time seems to have lost its meaning...

Only endless darkness remains forever.

All things will eventually pass away, only death will live forever....

Li Mingxuan felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, completely powerless. Just when Li Mingxuan had completely given up resisting and allowed the darkness to completely swallow him up.

A golden beam of light appeared out of nowhere above Li Mingxuan's head, dispelling the darkness around him.

Immediately afterwards, a blue beam of light broke through the darkness and appeared above Li Mingxuan's head.

The two energies blended together, enveloping Li Mingxuan and dispelling the fear of the unknown darkness in his heart.

Wow!

The word "Fu" in Li Mingxuan's hand automatically appeared and flashed blue light.

Then the gate to the underworld slowly emerged from the void.

"Is this... the gate to the underworld? How did it appear by itself? I didn't summon it."

Li Mingxuan came to the gate of the underworld and felt a little strange, but it seemed that he was the only one in this space.

The Gate to the Underworld stood here quietly, but Li Mingxuan soon discovered that his Gate to the Underworld seemed a little different.

The original Gate of Hell exuded a gloomy aura, and black gas surrounded the Gate of Hell. But now, there is a golden energy in the black gas surrounding the Gate of Hell.

Wow!

The gate of Hades once again emitted a dazzling light, along with blue and golden beams of light that enveloped Li Mingxuan, dragging Li Mingxuan slowly out of the darkness...

.....

Jiuhua Mountain....

Inside the temple's meditation room...

"call!"

Li Mingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and got up from the bed. His breathing became extremely heavy and sweat kept running down his forehead.

As he regained consciousness, Li Mingxuan's breathing gradually calmed down. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Even the bed sheets were soaked with sweat, and Li Mingxuan's overall outline was clearly reflected on them.

"Where is this?" Li Mingxuan stayed in bed for a long time before he came to his senses and looked around.

The remaining memories merged into his mind, and Li Mingxuan instantly remembered that he was having the destructive power of Shiva's resentment dispelled by the Great Master Jinchan.

Looking at myself now, I should have succeeded.

Otherwise, if I fail, I will probably be gone too.

Li Mingxuan twisted his somewhat stiff body and slowly stood up.

Squeak!

"Donor Li, you're awake!"

As the door of the meditation room was opened, Huiming walked in from outside. Seeing Li Mingxuan who had woken up, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and then he quickly smiled and asked.

"Well, Master Huiming, how long have I been unconscious?"

Li Mingxuan asked curiously while moving his body. He was in a very good mood at this time because he had escaped from the curse of Shiva.

"Amitabha, Mr. Li has only been in a coma for a month!"

Huiming looked at Li Mingxuan with a smile on his face, thought for a moment, and said softly.

"Huh? A month?"

Li Mingxuan's smile froze on his face instantly...