Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen.

The moment this name popped up in their minds, the tightly closed white ward door in front of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen opened silently.

Dazzling holy light gushed out from it, like a flood bursting through a dam, instantly engulfing everything in the corridor.

Lin Qiye subconsciously raised his hands to cover his eyes, while Wu Hen just narrowed his eyes slightly.

Forcing himself to adapt to this unsettlingly sacred light.

A figure slowly walked out from the center of the light.

He was wearing a white linen robe, barefoot, and walked silently.

Her long, smooth golden hair fell on her shoulders, and her azure eyes seemed to contain all the kindness and wisdom in the world.

Just by standing there, he made the air around him warm and holy.

"Yelande..." Lin Qiye's voice was a little dry.

The legendary God, the real god.

Even though I was prepared in my heart, when I saw this existence with my own eyes,

The feeling of insignificance and shock that came from the essence of life still made his heart beat wildly.

Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted, but the expression on his face did not change at all, still looking calm and businesslike.

His fingers gripping the medical record board tightened unconsciously.

Yelande's gaze fell on the two of them, and a gentle and compassionate smile appeared on his face.

"You did well, child." His voice was ethereal and solemn, as if it spoke directly into the depths of their souls.

Lin Qiye was stunned and answered subconsciously: "We are just here for a routine check..."

Wu Hen said nothing, but just looked into those blue eyes calmly.

"You did great, kid."

The smile on Yelland's face did not change at all.

He repeated this sentence again, and his tone, expression, and even the curve of his mouth were exactly the same as the previous sentence.

The expression on Lin Qiye's face froze.

Wu Hen spoke, his voice as steady as a pool of stagnant water: "Mr. Yeland,"

"We are your attending physicians and need to examine your physical condition now."

"You did great, kid."

The same smile, the same words, rang out for the third time.

This time, a bone-chilling chill crept up Lin Qiye's spine.

He looked at the sacred and solemn god in front of him, and felt an indescribable strange feeling enveloping his whole body.

This was not divine approval at all, but rather a programmed machine that kept repeating fixed instructions.

Wu Hen's eyes turned completely cold.

He finally understood that the illness of this "God" was far more bizarre than described in the medical records, and far more serious than he had imagined.

"The examination is over." Wu Hen said suddenly. He closed the medical record board and winked at Lin Qiye, "Let's go."

Before Lin Qiye could react, Wu Hen pulled him away.

Behind them, the ethereal and solemn voice continued to echo.

"You did well, son..."

Until the ward door automatically closed behind them, isolating the strange sound and holy light,

Lin Qiye shuddered all over and let out a long breath, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

"He...what's wrong with him? He's like a parrot."

"I'm sick." Wu Hen uttered these two words lightly, but there was a solemn light flashing in the depths of his eyes.

At this moment, a figure appeared silently in front of them, blocking their way.

The golden hair and unruly eyes are exactly Sun Wukong.

But at this moment, his face no longer had the arrogance and unrestrainedness of the past, but was replaced by a rare loneliness.

"Brother Monkey?" Lin Qiye was a little surprised. "You're looking for us?"

Sun Wukong rarely came to see them on his own initiative. He spent most of his time in his ward, staring out the window.

Sun Wukong didn't look at Lin Qiye, his eyes fell directly on Wu Hen.

What was burning in those fiery eyes at this moment was not the will to fight, but an obsession that had been suppressed for too long.

"I want to go out." He went straight to the point, his voice a little hoarse.

"Go out?" Wu Hen and Lin Qiye were stunned at the same time.

"Get out of here."

Sun Wukong's tone left no room for doubt. He raised his finger and pointed above his head, then pointed around.

"Leave this damn place and go back to the outside world."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Lin Qiye looked at him in shock: "Brother Monkey, you... aren't you staying here well? Why are you leaving? It's very dangerous outside."

"There are some things I have to do."

Sun Wukong's eyes drifted into the distance, as if penetrating the walls of the mental hospital.

Seeing a goal he had been pursuing for thousands of years, he said, "I've waited long enough."

Wu Hen looked at him silently.

He could sense that the monkey was not joking or acting on a whim.

It is an obsession engraved in the bones, a destiny that must be fulfilled even if the sky falls and the earth breaks.

This determination makes any words of persuasion seem pale and powerless.

"The hospital has regulations..." Wu Hen tried to make a final effort.

"Regulation?"

Sun Wukong sneered, and the arrogance of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven instantly burst out, "I am the rule!"

But the aura on his body soon subsided again, and he returned to his loneliness.

He looked at Wu Hen and softened his tone: "Boy, I'm not discussing this with you. I'm just here to tell you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong's body shape began to change.

His signature golden hair faded, his figure grew taller, and his facial features became blurred.

In just a few seconds, the arrogant Monkey King turned into an ordinary middle-aged man.

He was wearing a plain jacket, with a weathered look in his eyes and an ordinary face.

Seventy-two changes.

He casually picked up a red cloak left by someone from the coat rack next to him and put it on.

He covered most of his body, and then walked towards the hospital gate without looking back.

"Brother Monkey!" Lin Qiye subconsciously wanted to chase him.

"Don't go." Wu Hen grabbed him and shook his head.

"You can't stop him."

The two could only watch helplessly as the ordinary figure in the red cloak

He walked out of the gate of the mental hospital step by step, merged into the crowd on the street outside, and disappeared silently.

Wu Hen stood there, looking in the direction where Sun Wukong left, without saying anything for a long time.

An unprecedented strong sense of uneasiness hung over his heart like a dark cloud.

He felt as if he had flipped an irreversible switch.

A huge cause and effect that had been dormant for a long time had begun to slowly turn in a place they could not see.

Damn, this is a big deal.