Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The wailing in the hall suddenly stopped.

Everyone, whether doctors, nurses or those patients who are talking nonsense,

It was as if the pause button was pressed, staring intently at the figure at the door, covered in blood but still standing straight.

After a few seconds of dead silence, there was a tsunami of ecstasy.

"Doctor Lin! It's Doctor Lin!"

"He's not dead! He's still alive!"

A head nurse was the first to react, she covered her mouth and cried with joy,

The others started crying too, but this time, they were tears of joy.

Lin Qiye pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

His voice was raspy and ruffian-like: "Why are you crying? Are you all just hoping for my death?"

"I'm just standing here, why am I mourning for someone?"

He looked around and his eyes finally fell on Li Yifei, who was wearing combat uniform and had a shocked look on his face in the crowd.

"Li Yifei."

"Here!" Li Yifei shuddered and stood up straight.

"How do you do things, kid? Am I dead? Who spread the rumor?"

Lin Qiye walked towards him, and every step seemed to step on the heart of everyone.

"Go, settle this mess for me, and tell everyone that if they want me, Lin Qiye, to die, even the King of Hell will have to queue up and call their number."

"Yes!"

Li Yifei's face flushed with excitement, and he saluted with a standard military salute.

He turned around and carried out the order, and began to clarify the facts and restore order in the hospital in a loud voice.

Lin Qiye looked at the hall that had become orderly again, with a helpless smile on his face.

But no one noticed the fatigue and the barely perceptible guilt that flashed across his smile.

He lied to them.

He did "die" once.

In another corner of the hospital, in the shadows.

"It seems that it is me."

Gilgamesh crossed his arms, his golden eyes filled with disdain.

"This aura of miscellaneous cultivators hasn't changed at all."

Beside him, Sun Wukong, who was carrying the golden cudgel, nodded.

The light in his fiery eyes slowly faded. "Well, I, Old Sun, can't see any signs of being possessed by evil spirits."

"This kid's life is really damn tough."

"Oh, it's a good thing you're lucky, otherwise this game of chess wouldn't be possible."

Gilgamesh sneered and suddenly changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, I just received a more interesting piece of news."

"Oh? What news is more interesting than this kid coming back from the dead?"

"The so-called 'Heaven' in the East seems to have returned..."

Sun Wukong's shoulder carrying the stick suddenly stiffened, and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning.

"What did you say?" His voice trembled a little.

Gilgamesh glanced at him. "The gods have returned, and Heaven has been re-established. The news is confirmed."

Sun Wukong's whole body was shaking violently, and his flaming eyes that could see through all the vanity in the world, at this moment, all the divine light faded away completely.

In those eyes that once turned the three realms upside down, there is only a blank loneliness and memories that sink into the bones.

The golden cudgel slipped from his shoulder and hit the ground with a clang, but he was completely unaware.

"I'm back..." He muttered absentmindedly, "Are they all...back..."

Lin Qiye ignored the noise behind him. He walked through the crowd and went to the depths of the inpatient department alone.

The corridor was deathly silent. The pale green light of the emergency light cast on the ground, stretching his shadow long and thin.

His footsteps were the only sound here, one by one, so clear that they seemed to be knocking directly on his heartbeat.

He stopped.

In front of him was the sixth ward.

The door of this ward is very special. There is no number on the doorplate, only an ancient, embossed book pattern.

right here.

Lin Qiye could feel that his heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and an invisible yet solemn sense of oppression came from behind the door, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, reached out, and slowly pushed open the door.

There was no sound when the door opened.

Only light.

A holy white light, as blazing as the rising sun, surged out from the crack in the door.

It instantly swallowed up all the darkness and shadows in the corridor, illuminating the entire corridor brightly!

In the light, it seemed as if countless voices were whispering, murmuring, and chanting ancient poems.

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

His body froze in place, unable to move.

A familiar yet unfamiliar divine aura, like a warm tide, rushed towards him and hit him hard in the heart.

That's not an illusion.

That light…that voice…it seemed to be calling him.

No, not like.

But it’s really calling.

The voice coming from the depths of the light was extremely clear, and it was calling a name.

A name that belongs only to him and has long been forgotten.