Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye met her dagger-like gaze, but instead, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Commander Zuo said it himself." He decisively shifted the blame.

The murderous intent in Ji Nian's eyes froze for a moment, replaced by a deeper scrutiny.

The weight of the name Zuo Qing was enough to suppress all her impulses.

"What do you want from me?" she asked calmly, her tone now that of a businesswoman.

"I need Zhou Ping's intelligence. All of it."

"There's no such thing as a free lunch in the Shangxie Society," Ji Nian said coldly.

Why should I give it to you?

"Based on what you just said in front of Commander Ye's monument." Lin Qiye took a step forward, his voice lowered.

"I can also help you with something."

Memorial's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

"what's up?"

"The fasting place, the cold pavilion," Lin Qi-ye said, only uttering four words.

His breath caught in his throat.

Leng Xuan was her deepest mole within the "mysterious" organization.

Six months ago, his identity was exposed, and he was imprisoned in the Night's Watch's harshest prison—the Fasting Quarter.

She used countless connections, but still couldn't get him out.

How do you know him?

"Commander Zuo told me," Lin Qiye said, bringing up the big picture again, his smile as cunning as a fox.

"He gave me a permit."

“I can use it to exchange for the information you have, or I can… use it to make a deal with you.”

He waved his phone, and on the screen was a thumbnail of an electronic document with the title "Amnesty Order - Leng Xuan".

"You choose," Lin Qiye said.

Jinian stared intently at him, as if trying to see right through him.

This man was far more cunning than she had imagined.

He wasn't begging her at all; he was offering her a condition she couldn't refuse.

After a long pause, she uttered two words: "Deal."

Yanjing, an isolated island on the coast of the East China Sea.

This is the location of the fasting place.

She stepped off the speedboat alone, the sea breeze making her black trench coat flutter.

She had nothing in her hands except a cell phone.

Li Yangguang, the temporary head of the fasting center, was a doctor-like man who looked somewhat like a refined scoundrel, leaning against the door smoking.

"Mr. Chairman, I've long admired your name." Li Yangguang exhaled a smoke ring, his smile forced and insincere.

"This place is not a tourist attraction."

Ji Nian ignored his sarcastic remarks and handed him the phone directly. On the screen was the pardon order issued by Zuo Qing.

The smile on Li Yangguang's face froze.

He carefully examined it three times, confirming the electronic signature and security classification.

Only then did he return the phone to Jinian, his attitude completely changing.

"Ah, so it's one of our own."

"We will naturally carry out Commander Zuo's orders."

"Please come in."

The heavy steel gate closed behind me, shutting out the sound of the waves, leaving only the monotonous echo of footsteps in the empty corridor.

The air here smells of disinfectant mixed with despair.

The corridor is lined with specially designed prison cells.

One-way glass allows people outside to see clearly inside, but people inside can only see complete darkness.

Memorial's gaze swept quickly across the crowd; most of the prisoners seemed like empty shells devoid of souls, sitting or lying there numbly.

When her gaze fell on a cell in a corner, she involuntarily stopped in her tracks.

In that cell sat a disheveled old man, his hair a mess like a bird's nest.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, tracing something on the ground with his fingers.

Even though he didn't make any move, Ji Nian felt a chilling sense of oppression emanating from him.

That wasn't the oppressive force of power, but something older and more fundamental.

It was as if she was facing not a person, but a bottomless black hole.

"Who is that?" she couldn't help but ask.

Li Yangguang followed her gaze, his expression somewhat strange: "Oh, an old madman."

"We all call him Old Dog Wu."

"What, is the president of the memorial association interested in him?"

"It's nothing." Ji Nian withdrew her gaze, suppressed her heart palpitations, and continued walking forward.

Her intuition told her that this Wu Laogou was definitely not just a "crazy old man".

In the dining hall of the fasting retreat, Ji Nian met Leng Xuan.

Compared to six months ago, he has lost a lot of weight, but his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle's.

He sat alone in the corner, his plate untouched. No one in the entire restaurant dared to come within three meters of him.

Jinian walked over to him, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Leng Xuan looked up and saw her the instant...

"Why are you here?" His voice was hoarse.

Without wasting words, she looked into his eyes and spoke in the calmest tone the words he had probably imagined countless times:

"I've come to pick you up, brother."

Leng Xuan's hand gripping the chopsticks tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white instantly.

He stared intently at the memorial, and finally, a crack appeared in the ice in his eyes.

Disbelief, elation, grievance... countless emotions surged in his eyes, but he forced them back down.

He simply nodded, his voice hoarse as he squeezed out a single word: "Okay."

The process of leaving the fasting place went exceptionally smoothly.

Li Yangguang personally escorted them to the door, a professional smile on his face.

"In memory of the president, please take care. Come again when you have time... but it's better not to come."

He made a joke that wasn't very funny, but his gaze subtly glanced at Ji Nian.

"By the way, isn't the president curious why I called Wu Laogou a madman?"

"Tell me about it." Ji Nian paused in her steps.

"That old guy draws things on the ground every day, muttering nonsense like 'the sky is collapsing' and 'mending the sky'."

“We invited the best spiritual masters to take a look, and they all said that his mind was confused and beyond saving.”

Li Yangguang smiled.

"However, sometimes I think that the most clear-headed people in this world are probably the madmen."

He had a hidden meaning in his words, but he didn't say anything more. He waved his hand, turned around, and went back to the prison.

Memorial frowned; the secrets of the fasting place seemed to be deeper than she had imagined.

At the same time, in a secluded office at the Night's Watch headquarters.

Lin Qiye pushed a black bank card in front of Wu Hen.

"This contains a year's salary that I advanced, as well as all the bonuses from the last mission."

Lin Qiye's voice was somewhat low.

"Find the most reliable channel and anonymously forward it to Shen Qingzhu's family."

Wu Hen picked up the card, asked no further questions, and calmly stated a fact: "This is not your responsibility."

"I promised her that I would take good care of her family."

Lin Qiye leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and the image of Shen Qingzhu turning into a shower of light flashed through his mind.

"I couldn't bring her back, but at least I should have made sure she had no worries about the future."

This was the only way he could make amends.

He looked at the card, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and promise, and the atmosphere in the room became tense.

The sea breeze swept over me, carrying a salty, damp scent.

Leng Xuan stood on the deck of the speedboat, greedily breathing in the air of freedom.

He glanced back at the isolated island prison standing in the sea, his expression complex.

“In memory,” he suddenly said.

"Ok?"

"You saw that old dog Wu just now, didn't you?"

"I saw it."

Leng Xuan remained silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts. Finally, as if making a decision, he asked in a low voice:

"Who...is he?"

Just as Ji Nian was about to say she didn't know, she saw an indescribable fear and awe in Leng Xuan's eyes.

The sea breeze couldn't dispel the chill in his words; instead, it seemed to hint at something deeper, the unknown.

It was brought out from that isolated island prison and carried far away.