Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Those scarlet spots of light are two eyeballs.

"Damn it!" Wu Hen cursed under his breath, reacting with lightning speed as he grabbed An Qingyu's arm.

"Be quiet, enter the void!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already forcibly pulled An Qingyu into the void interlayer.

Lin Qiye followed closely behind, and the three of them vanished from their spot in an instant.

The surrounding stillness seemed to be imbued with substance, turning into a heavy lead weight pressing down on the three people's hearts.

They held their breath, staring intently at the darkness ahead.

A sickening scraping sound rang out, and a skeletal figure crawled out of the crack in the ground.

The thing was on all fours, its movements as stiff as a marionette, muttering something incoherently.

"Gold...my gold..."

Its voice was hoarse and dry, carrying a kind of frenzied obsession.

But those scarlet eyes were empty, filled only with pure despair.

An Qingyu felt a chill run down her spine as she stared into the void, and whispered, "What... what the hell is this?"

"Shut up and watch." Wu Hen's voice was as cold as ice.

The vengeful spirit seemed completely unaware of the three people hiding in the void.

It sniffed the ground like a mad dog, finally stopping at a corner of a rock wall.

It stretched out its withered claws and pounced, pulling a stone the size of a pigeon egg from the pile of stones.

Then, to the astonishment of Lin Qiye and An Qingyu,

It opened its mouth and, without hesitation, shoved the stone inside!

"Boom!"

That was the sound of teeth breaking.

Blood gushed from its mouth instantly; a horrific gash had been torn open at the corner of its mouth by the hard rock.

But it didn't care at all, making strange "hoarse" sounds in its throat, desperately trying to swallow the stone.

"This beast has gone mad!" Lin Qiye's eyes turned cold as he gripped the [White Slash] at his waist.

"I'm going to kill it!"

"Wait!" Wu Hen grabbed his hand, staring intently at the vengeful spirit.

"Look at it, something's not right."

Lin Qiye's movements froze.

He was also stunned and hesitated by the bizarre, self-mutilating scene before him.

This is no longer a simple attack, but a kind of ritualistic self-destruction.

Just then, the vengeful spirit stopped moving.

The rock was stuck firmly in its throat, and its eyes bulged out.

His limbs twitched wildly on the ground, and after a moment, his body stiffened and became completely still.

died?

An Qingyu had just breathed a sigh of relief when her stomach churned, and a strong feeling of nausea rushed to her throat.

But the next second, something even more terrifying happened.

The "corpse" lay on the ground for only a few seconds before suddenly sprang up as if electrocuted, stiffly resuming its crawling posture.

Its mouth was lacerated, filled with blood, and even had broken teeth.

They vanished without a trace the moment they were resurrected, completely intact.

It turned its head blankly, its empty eyes refocused, and it began to murmur again.

"Gold...where is my gold...?"

Then, as if nothing had happened, it repeated the same action.

It frantically sniffed the ground, searching for the next piece of "gold" that could choke it to death.

"Ugh..." An Qingyu could no longer hold back and began to dry heave in mid-air, her face as pale as paper.

"Damn it... what is this? Infinite resurrection?"

"No, this is not resurrection." Wu Hen's voice was low and solemn; he seemed to have seen through something.

"This is punishment."

Lin Qiye frowned: "Punishment?"

"Mm." Wu Hen nodded.

"So after Yue, the waiter, died, he was trapped here and forcibly subjected to eternal punishment by some force."

He pointed to the vengeful spirit that kept repeating the cycle of searching for stones, swallowing stones, suffocating, and reviving.

He continued, "Its obsession is 'gold,' so the power that punishes it makes it mistake stones for gold, choking itself to death again and again because of its own greatest greed."

“With each death, its soul collapses in extreme pain, and is then forcibly reassembled, never finding relief.”

Upon hearing this deduction, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

Endlessly repeating the most agonizing way to die, the soul endlessly cycles through collapse and reconstruction...

"The methods of hellish demons... are truly vicious and ruthless." Lin Qiye squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"So don't provoke it," Wu Hen said decisively.

"This thing itself may not be offensive, but it represents the rules here."

"We can't afford the consequences of breaking the rules. Let's go around it and continue deeper."

Neither of them objected; faced with such bizarre and extreme torture, no one could muster the will to resist.

The three of them moved silently through the void.

It bypassed the vengeful spirit still staging a tragic suicide and rushed towards the deeper darkness of hell.

Behind them, the sickening sounds of swallowing and cracking bones gradually faded into the distance.

Just as their figures completely disappeared around the corner of the passage, a faint light flashed in the void behind them.

The vengeful spirit that had just choked to death and resurrected once again suddenly stopped searching for stones.

It stiffly turned its head, inch by inch, no longer looking at the stones, but at the direction where Lin Qiye and the other two had disappeared.

On that face that should have been numb and empty, the corners of his mouth slowly parted, revealing an incredibly eerie smile.

It stopped murmuring "gold," and silently turned around on all fours.

They slowly and deliberately crawled into the dark passage.

At the same time, Wu Hen, who was rapidly moving through the darkness, suddenly stopped.

"and many more."

"What is it now?" Lin Qiye looked around warily.

Wu Hen stretched out his hand, and some fine gray particles drifted into his palm, cold and lifeless.

"There seems to be dust in the air."