Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned his head sharply to look at Lin Qiye who was sitting cross-legged.

But he found that the latter had closed his eyes at some point, and his breathing was as steady as a stone statue.

"This guy..." Wu Hen frowned, he immediately understood what Lin Qiye was going to do.

When everyone was disturbed by the changes in the outside world, he actually chose the most risky and direct way - to meditate.

This is like trying to thread a needle in a rough sea.

If you are not careful, your spirit will be completely torn apart by the chaos of the outside world.

Lin Qiye's consciousness sank into chaos, and countless chaotic thoughts rushed towards him like roaring resentful spirits.

The scene of comrades’ sacrifice, Michael’s cold face,

And there was also that strange aura that didn't belong to any known god... They intertwined into a giant web, trying to drag his mind into the abyss.

"Go away."

A cold roar sounded in Lin Qiye's heart.

He did not resist or disperse it, but simply ignored it all with absolute indifference.

It seemed as if these distracting thoughts that could cause a top expert to suffer a mental breakdown were nothing more than dust on the roadside in his eyes.

His mind condensed into a straight line, penetrating through layers of fog and coming straight to a familiar door.

He pushed the door open without hesitation.

Behind the door is the "heaven" that his soul has transformed into.

All the noise and chaos of the outside world are isolated, leaving only eternal tranquility.

Lin Qiye's "figure" stood in the center of this space, and the tense lines on his face finally relaxed.

A sense of relief and calm emerged, as if a huge burden had been lifted.

He looked around, Jiang Er, An Qingyu, Wu Hen... all the familiar figures were there.

They also seemed to have been forcibly dragged into this place of spiritual intersection, with a hint of confusion on their faces.

"Is this... Qiye's mental world?" An Qingyu was the first to react, looking around in surprise.

Before he finished speaking, he and Jiang Er beside him suddenly became transparent.

Like a projection with a poor signal, it flickered twice and then turned into two white lights and disappeared into thin air.

"Little Fish?!"

"Jiang Er!"

Everyone's face changed drastically. No one expected such a sudden change to happen.

"What's going on? Where are they?" Baili Pangpang was extremely anxious.

"Calm down!" Wu Hen shouted in a low voice. His figure was also clear here, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"Panicking won't solve anything. This place isn't real; our 'bodies' are merely projections of our consciousness."

"Their disappearance means that their consciousness was forcibly extracted by some external force."

Wu Hen's eyes swept across the crowd, finally landing on the two empty seats. His voice was extremely solemn: "This is not a test from Michael."

"Our enemy is someone else."

A subtle sense of worry and fear instantly filled the air.

Unknown enemies, unknown means, this is more frightening than facing a god directly.

At the same time, far away in another unknown sea.

In the cabin of a dilapidated ancient ship that was shaking violently, Shen Qingzhu sat cross-legged on the floor alone.

His face was as pale as paper, and the cold sweat on his forehead had soaked through his clothes.

In his mind, the blood and fire of the Pamir Plateau were replaying wildly.

The moment when the comrades were torn to pieces by the cold claws, the desperate eyes,

The gushing blood... scene after scene, like the most vicious curse, repeatedly burned his nerves.

"No...no!" He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and his body trembled slightly due to extreme depression.

He wanted to stand up and fight, but an invisible force pinned him to the spot.

Forcing him to watch his own powerlessness and failure over and over again.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were struggling violently on the edge of pain and madness.

At this moment, the already dim candlelight beside the table flickered violently in the closed cabin.

call--

An invisible cold wind blew by, and the candlelight went out.

The cabin was plunged into deathly darkness.

In "Heaven", everyone was disturbed by the disappearance of An Qingyu and the other two.

Although Wu Hen was trying his best to maintain the situation, everyone's face was filled with heaviness.

In the dead silence, Lin Qiye, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes changed.

It is no longer the calmness and relief from before, but a sharpness that sees through everything.

Like a falcon that has been dormant for a long time, it finally locks onto its prey.

Wu Hen noticed his change immediately and thought to himself, "Lin Qiye, you..."

Lin Qiye's mouth corners slightly raised, a hint of rogue arc appeared.

The voice was not loud, but it reached Wu Hen's ears clearly:

"We found the mouse hiding in the dark."

He turned his head and looked directly at Wu Hen.

"Wu Hen, get ready to work."