Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen's body tensed up for a moment; he didn't turn his head.

She didn't even blink, only giving Lin Qiye a cold glance out of the corner of her eye.

The voice was kept extremely low, like an ice bead rolling down the throat.

"Watch what I do?"

The phrase "I wasn't looking at you" was like an invisible slap, landing hard on Lin Qiye's head.

In the future, An Qingyu, separated by the mists of time and space, sees not herself, but Wu Hen.

What the hell is going on here?

Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Qiye's mind in an instant, but he showed nothing on his face.

He just grinned and looked away with a roguish air.

"It's nothing, is it wrong to think you're handsome?"

Wu Hen snorted coldly and didn't reply.

An Qingyu watched this scene silently from the side, her eyes calm, but that calmness itself was eerie.

Three people, three different thoughts, forming a silent, tense triangle in this desolate valley.

"Let's go." An Qingyu took the first step.

We need to find Shen Qingzhu quickly.

On the edge of hell, there is no fire, only ashes.

The three of them limped across the soft ashes, sinking deep with every step.

Although the wounds on Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were slowly healing,

But the excruciating pain caused by the "ash" was like a leech, tormenting their nerves with every breath.

As Lin Qiye walked, he secretly observed An Qingyu.

This guy...something's not right.

An Qingyu has been silent since just now, which is normal.

But what was unusual was that his usually calm and collected eyes now revealed an emotion that Lin Qiye was extremely familiar with.

Feeling lost, confused, and... self-doubt.

Lin Qiye had seen this kind of look before, long ago, when he himself was still overwhelmed by the identity of "director of a mental hospital."

Every time he doubted the meaning of his existence, this was the expression he saw in the mirror.

An Qingyu, the ever-calm and ever-correct observer of the future, actually has a moment like this?

Was it because he saw himself in the black robe?

A sense of worry, and a touch of... resonance, welled up in Lin Qiye's heart for no apparent reason.

Damn it, even gods need psychological counseling.

Just as he was lost in thought, An Qingyu, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around, but simply asked a question in a flat, monotone voice.

"What...did you see?"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen stopped in their tracks at the same time.

“What I will look like in the future,” An Qingyu added.

"what does it look like?"

The air seemed to freeze.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, both seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes—warning and heaviness.

To lie? Or to tell the truth?

Tell him that you will become a monster in the future, wearing a black robe, whose face cannot be seen, and who exudes death and misfortune.

Tell him that your future partner sees you like you've seen a ghost?

Lin Qiye could almost picture An Qingyu's expression after hearing those words.

No, he won't show any expression, but the iceberg in his heart will probably completely collapse.

No.

Lin Qiye made a decision instantly.

"Hey, I thought it was something serious."

He deliberately spoke in a casual tone, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

"That's how it is, what else can it be?"

He walked over to An Qingyu and patted him on the shoulder, which aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.

"Damn... it's you. You're a bit older now, and your demeanor is more composed. You're dressed in all black, and you look pretty cool."

"Nothing else has changed."

Lin-Qi-Ye silently recited his lie in his heart, feeling a little disgusted.

Wu Hen, who was standing to the side, also spoke up calmly: "Yes, there really hasn't been any change."

"It just feels stronger now. Standing there, it's like being in a bottomless abyss."

Wu Hen's description is more apt, and also more...heart-wrenching.

But he deliberately concealed that unsettling chill and deathly stillness, leaving only the neutral concept of "powerful".

After listening to their words, An Qingyu fell silent.

He slowly turned around, looked at Lin Qiye, and then at Wu Hen.

His gaze swept across their faces, as if trying to discern the truth or falsehood in their words.

Lin Qiye felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but he still forced a roguish expression that said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

After a long while, An Qingyu finally nodded gently.

"Yeah."

Did he believe it? Or was he just pretending to believe it?

Lin Qiye was unsure of himself.

"how about you?"

He immediately countered with a question, attempting to regain the initiative.

"What do you envision for our future? Will I become the King of Gods, and Wu Hen be massaging my feet beside me?"

Wu Hen: “…”

An Qingyu's eyes flickered slightly, very subtly, but Lin Qiye and Wu Hen both caught it.

He was hesitating.

"I saw a courtyard," An Qingyu said calmly, as if describing a painting.

"There was a maple tree planted there. You were wearing a red cloak, standing under the tree, very quiet."

"And me?" Wu Hen pressed.

"You're not here."

An Qingyu's answer was concise and quick, as if she was deliberately avoiding something.

A courtyard? A maple tree?

What the hell is this future?

Does this have anything to do with the scene just now where they seemed ready to smash the other person's brains out?!

Lin Qiye's smile froze.

Wu Hen also narrowed his eyes.

Three people, three lies, like three mirrors, reflecting the feigned calm on each other's faces and the turbulent waves hidden in their eyes.

They both knew the other was lying.

But no one exposed it.

"Okay, that sounds pretty good. It has the air of a retired senior cadre."

Lin Qiye forced the conversation to continue, pointing to a distant, rolling mountain range.

The rocks there gleamed with a dark reddish light, and waves of heat rolled in.

"The clues point there, right?"

An Qingyu nodded: "Yes, a lava mountain range."

"Walk."

No one spoke again, and the three quickened their pace.

Demons with bat wings occasionally flew by in the surrounding air, shrieking as they passed.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen simultaneously released their spiritual power, forming an invisible barrier around the three of them.

The distortion of light and perception allowed them to blend perfectly into the ashes of the background.

They still worked together seamlessly, but a thorn had already been planted in their hearts.

The closer you get to that lava mountain range, the hotter the air becomes, and the stronger the smell of blood grows.

Finally, Anqingyu stopped in front of a cave hidden by a huge rock.

"It should be right here."

The cave entrance was pitch black, resembling the open mouth of a giant beast.

A cold wind was blowing out, carrying with it an overwhelming stench of blood.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, then cautiously entered the cave, one on the left and one on the right.

The cave interior was spacious and simple.

Then they saw it.

Deep inside the cave, a figure lay quietly on the cold ground.

It’s Shen Qingzhu.

Her long blue robe was stained blackish-red with blood.

A gruesome bloody hole pierced through her body in the chest area, as if something had forcibly ripped out her heart.

Her eyes were wide open, with a last trace of disbelief and astonishment remaining.

No life left at all.

"Hold!"

Lin Qiye cursed under his breath, rushed forward, and knelt down on both knees.

Trembling, he reached out and touched Shen Qingzhu's neck.

Cold and stiff.

There was no pulse.

Wu Hen also squatted down, checked his pupils, and finally slowly shook his head.

An Qingyu stood behind them, silently watching this scene, and finally uttered three words.

"She's dead."

Inside the cave, there was a deathly silence, broken only by the howling wind outside, like the wailing of departed souls.

Lin Qiye's hand was still on Shen Qingzhu's neck, and he froze.

died?

The Night Watch Commander, who was always arrogant and always had "daybreak" on his lips... just died like that?

His gaze swept blankly around him, trying to find any clues left by the murderer.

Then, his gaze froze.

On the rock wall next to Shen Qingzhu's body, there was a scratch that had just been carved.

The scratches were hasty, yet incredibly clear.

It outlines the shape of a hood.

It was exactly the same as the hood of the future black-robed An Qingyu that he had seen in the illusion of the river of time...

A chilling thought instantly pierced Lin Qiye's mind.

He slowly, inch by inch, turned his head, moving from the engraving to the bloody hole in Shen Qingzhu's chest.

This was not a skirmish...it was an execution.

And within that congealed, dark red bloodstain,

A faint, almost imperceptible emerald green light flickered gently in sync with his chaotic heartbeat.