Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen frowned and stopped walking.

Lin Qiye, who was walking ahead of him, noticed and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Something's not right." Wu Hen's voice sounded particularly deep in the narrow, dark crack.

"The temperature is dropping, and... when I probe down with my spiritual power, it feels like I'm plunging into a stagnant pool of water, and I feel an indescribable unease."

An Qingyu, who was in the group, adjusted his glasses, reached out and touched the cold rock wall, then rubbed the black dust off his fingertips.

"The terrain here is strange. We are going vertically downhill, but the slope is very gentle, like... walking up stairs."

He paused, his tone becoming serious.

Have you heard the legend of the nine levels of hell? Each level is deeper and colder than the last.

Lin Qiye chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "You mean, we're heading straight for hell?"

"I just think this structure is too regular, it doesn't look like it was formed naturally."

An Qingyu calmly analyzed,

"If this is indeed some kind of structure, whether man-made or not, then the unknown we face may be far more terrifying than we imagine."

His words made the already oppressive atmosphere even more somber.

Beneath their feet lay unfathomable darkness, and all around them were chilling rock walls. The only source of light was the faint tactical lights on their bodies.

Just then, the Bluetooth speaker that had been hanging on An Qingyu's chest suddenly emitted a piercing electrical sound.

"Sizzle... sizzle... I... I can feel it..."

Jiang Er's intermittent voice came from inside, filled with unprecedented terror and confusion.

"My body... my physical body! It's... it's nearby! Such a strong magnetic field... I'm being... being pulled back!"

The pale blue phantom image of Jiang Er projected from the speakers began to distort and flicker violently, like a video call about to be disconnected.

"Jiang Er! Hold on!" Lin Qiye roared.

"No! It's too late! Listen to me, I..."

Jiang Er's voice grew increasingly shrill and desperate, her figure almost disintegrating into a patch of blue light.

Wu Hen's expression changed: "She's going to be forcibly logged off!"

"Oh shit!"

A resolute glint flashed in Lin Qi-ye's eyes, and he abruptly extended his right hand.

He slammed his hand on the nearly turned-off speaker, muttering, "A miracle!"

An indescribable power surged from his palm and enveloped the entire speaker.

The dissipating blue light seemed to be forcibly grasped by an invisible hand.

It managed to stabilize, and although it was still flickering violently, at least it didn't disappear immediately.

"Speak! Quickly!" Lin Qiye's voice was hoarse from using his strength.

Having gained those precious few seconds, Jiang Er's voice burst forth from the speakers like a machine gun: "The exploration ship has sunk!"

"The ship is completely torn apart! Brother Zhai... Brother Zhai is missing! You guys have to be careful, that thing..."

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the speakers, as if something had violently shattered the other end of the signal.

Then, everything fell silent.

Jiang Er's voice, along with the piercing sound of electricity, completely disappeared.

An Qingyu gripped the silent speaker tightly, her face deathly pale.

His fingers flew across several hidden buttons on the side of the speaker, trying to re-establish the connection.

"Jiang Er? Jiang Er! Answer me!"

"Damn it! I can't connect! There's no signal at all!"

He cursed under his breath, a hint of panic appearing in his eyes for the first time.

"The ashes here... these damned ashes, they're interfering with all signals!"

The air around seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

The ship sank, their companions went missing, and their only external communication was cut off.

They were completely trapped deep within this so-called "hell".

"Don't waste your efforts."

Wu Hen's voice was terrifyingly calm. He looked up into the deeper darkness, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Let's take care of ourselves first."

An Qingyu was about to say something when Wu Hen suddenly turned around and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth: "Shh!"

He covered An-Qingyu's mouth with one hand and made a shushing gesture with the other.

Lin Qi-ye reacted almost simultaneously.

He extinguished the light source on his body, and the entire crack was instantly swallowed by pure darkness.

The three of them held their breath, their heartbeats seemingly being deliberately suppressed.

In the darkness, An Qingyu's body trembled slightly; he didn't know what had happened.

But Wu Hen and Lin Qiye's reactions made him instinctively feel extreme danger.

one second.

two seconds.

A deep, heavy voice slowly echoed from the deepest part of the crack.

The sound wasn't like footsteps; it sounded more like something huge and heavy being dragged, rubbing and colliding on the rocky ground.

The sound was getting closer.

Each time it rang out, it felt as if it were striking their hearts directly, bringing a dull throbbing sensation.

Something... is coming up from below.

In the darkness, no one could see anyone else's expression.

They could only feel each other's heavy breathing due to tension, and the increasingly close and clear dragging sound.

thump... thump...

The sound stopped.

In the darkness not far in front of them, all was silent.

Suddenly, two crimson lights appeared without warning.