Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

That's not ash, it's maggots clinging to bones, a deadly poison that can devour living things completely.

Shen Qingzhu's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints. He didn't even have time to feel the piercing tingling sensation. Only one thought remained in his mind—break it off!

"Hey!"

With a cracking sound, a flash of fire appeared!

A sword light burning with raging flames swept across his left wrist without hesitation, severing his hand at the wrist and dropping it to the ground.

A sharp pain swept through her body like a landslide and a tsunami, and Shen Qingzhu let out a muffled groan.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he didn't even glance at the wound.

He stared intently at the hand that had fallen to the ground.

There was no blood; the severed hand turned into a thicker, darker ash the instant it touched the ground.

It blended into the surrounding ashes, as if it had never existed.

Flames licked at the severed wound on his wrist, charring the flesh and making a sizzling sound, forcibly sealing off the blood vessels.

Shen Qingzhu's face was ashen, and his body trembled slightly from the intense pain, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.

It was a chilling sense of relief after surviving a catastrophe, but deeper still, it was an undisguised, profound fear of this eerie ashes.

Even a tiny bit of contamination can cost you an arm.

What if... you get completely trapped in it?

Just as Shen Qingzhu's figure disappeared on the other side of the mountain wall,

A ripple suddenly appeared in the space behind him, like the surface of water where a pebble had been thrown in.

In the center of the ripples, a crack silently opened, and three figures stepped out from it.

"Holy crap, what kind of place is this? It's like walking into someone's chimney that hasn't been cleaned in centuries."

As soon as Lin Qiye stood firm, he was choked by the ash that rushed towards him and frowned, muttering a complaint.

An Qingyu, who was standing next to him, also looked unwell. He didn't say anything, but subconsciously rubbed his right palm.

For some reason, from the moment I stepped into this place,

A subtle, persistent itching sensation came from his palm, as if countless ants were crawling under his skin.

He suppressed the indescribable unease in his heart and scanned his surroundings warily.

A dead silence.

The entire valley was covered with a thick layer of ash, and under the gray sky, all was silent, without even a breath of wind.

“Look there.” Wu Hen’s voice was low and calm.

Unlike Lin Qiye, he didn't complain about his surroundings, nor was he distracted by the strangeness in his body like An Qingyu.

His gaze was fixed on the deepest part of the valley from the very beginning.

Lin Qiye and An Qingyu looked in the direction he indicated, and their pupils instantly contracted.

In that vast valley, countless figures stood densely packed together.

They varied in appearance, yet without exception, they all maintained a stiff posture.

Leaning slightly forward, facing the massive mountain wall deep in the valley, it was as if he were performing a silent pilgrimage.

"These are... vengeful spirits?" An Qingyu's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Why isn't it moving? It's like it's frozen."

"Completely crashed? That's a fresh metaphor." Lin Qiye grinned, but his eyes sharpened.

"Indeed, it has no vitality at all; it's just a greedy shell left."

"What are they doing here? Having a meeting?"

"Something's not right," Wu Hen said decisively.

"They are maintaining a posture, not stillness, but a kind of... waiting."

"They are waiting for something to come."

His words had barely left his lips when it seemed as if an ominous switch had been flipped.

The entire valley trembled slightly without warning.

Immediately afterwards, the stiff neck of the vengeful spirit closest to them cracked with a crisp sound.

It slowly, inch by inch, raised its head.

The deathly light in its empty eye sockets was suddenly replaced by a fanatical, distorted brilliance.

It slowly raised its arms, palms facing upwards, in a welcoming gesture.

One, two, ten, a hundred...

As if in a chain reaction, thousands upon thousands of greedy and vengeful spirits came to life at the same time, as far as the eye could see.

They raised their heads and arms in unison.

On those faces, twisted by greed, all wore the same fanatical and devout expression.

As if receiving a command, the ash in the sky suddenly accelerated, like a sudden blizzard, swirling and scattering across the earth.

At the same time, a faint buzzing sound came from the deepest part of the valley.

The sound initially sounded like countless mosquitoes buzzing in my ear, but soon...

The buzzing began to become clearer and more uniform, coalescing into a deep, unison whisper, as if from the depths of hell.

“Buzz…buzz…”

The entire wasteland awoke at that moment.

"The situation is bad, prepare to run!" Lin Qiye made a decisive decision, and the divine power within his body began to circulate.

"No... my palms are burning hot!"

An Qingyu's expression changed drastically; he gripped his itchy right hand tightly.

The itching had turned into a burning pain, as if a fire was burning in his palm.

The hushed whispers grew louder and louder, like some ancient and eerie prayer.

Each syllable strikes deep into the soul, leaving one dizzy and disoriented.

Lin Qiye and An Qingyu both felt extremely uncomfortable, only Wu Hen...

He stood motionless, his brow furrowed, as if trying to decipher the contents of the chaotic whispers.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

The calmness and composure that had been ingrained in his bones since he transmigrated vanished at this moment.

"Old Wu, what did you hear?" Lin Qiye noticed his unusual behavior and hurriedly asked.

Wu Hen did not answer; he simply stared intently into the depths of that valley, where ashes flew and countless souls paid homage.

For the first time, his eyes revealed disbelief, horror, and bewilderment.

Because in those billions of overlapping, chaotic whispers,

He had captured a word that was crystal clear and could only have one meaning.