Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Three days later, in Linjiang City.

A black minivan was driving on the highway leading to the suburbs, and the atmosphere inside was somewhat somber.

"Seventh Brother, is there something wrong with the feng shui of Linjiang City?"

Baili Pangpang clung to the car window, straining to see what was outside.

"Why does it feel even more eerie than the cemeteries in Yanjing?"

Cao Yuan, who was driving, glared at him in the rearview mirror: "Fatty, did you not sleep well last night? Your dark circles are heavier than a ghost."

What kind of feng shui problems could a city possibly have?

"You don't understand. Our Baili family is incredibly accurate when it comes to assessing the earth's energy! Something's wrong with this place, something's really wrong!"

Baili Pangpang spoke with absolute certainty.

A burst of laughter erupted in the car, and even Secretary Sun, a subordinate of the Baili family, couldn't help but smile.

Only Lin Qiye and Wu Hen in the back row did not laugh.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously released their mental energy to probe outwards. After a moment, they both frowned.

Nothing at all.

Apart from a slight haze from the nearby industrial area, there were no abnormal energy fluctuations in the air.

But for some reason, Baili Pangpang's words were like a pebble thrown into the lake of their hearts, creating ripples that were hard to describe.

A professional alertness instantly made the previously relaxed atmosphere inside the car become somewhat tense.

The van eventually stopped in an abandoned demolition area.

Looking around, there were broken walls and ruins, a mess everywhere, and the air was filled with dust and the smell of decay.

The road beneath our feet was muddy and slippery, so deep and shallow that it seemed ready to swallow our shoes at any moment.

"This is the place?" Cao Yuan looked at the navigation on his phone, his face filled with disbelief.

"No. 83 Dongtan Lane...that's right."

The group struggled through the maze-like, dilapidated alleyways and finally found their destination in a corner.

It was a weathered, vermilion iron gate, and above the gate, a faded wooden plaque was so weathered by rain that the writing was almost illegible.

But upon closer inspection, it was still possible to make out the words "Hanshan Orphanage".

Everyone was stunned.

Orphanage?

Shen Qingzhu's file clearly shows this address in the home address section, and every time she asks for leave, the reason is "to go home to visit relatives".

An orphan, where does he have a home? Where do he have relatives?

"Is there a problem with the file?" Baili Pangpang muttered to himself.

Lin Qiye's face darkened.

He disliked being kept in the dark, whether by his comrades or by that damned file.

Wu Hen was even more direct than him, taking out his encrypted phone and dialing the Night Watchers' headquarters' archives department directly.

When the call connected, he didn't even exchange a single pleasantry.

"Wu Hen."

"Shen Qingzhu's file confirmed, No. 83, Dongtan Lane, Linjiang City."

A series of keystrokes came from the other end of the phone, and a few seconds later...

A formulaic voice rang out: "Address confirmed, Captain Wu."

“Family members.” Wu Hen’s voice was as cold as ice.

"...The records show that Shen Qingzhu is an orphan."

“He was adopted by the Hanshan Orphanage when he was young and joined the army at the age of eighteen.”

Wu Hen hung up the phone immediately.

He looked up at Lin Qiye, who was also looking at him.

Their eyes reflected each other's silence and confusion.

The truth is chillingly simple.

Shen Qingzhu lied to them.

Every time she smiled and said she was going home, she was lying to them.

"Why...why did she lie to us?" Cao Yuan's voice was a little hoarse.

For these warriors who entrusted their backs to one another, such a lie was more painful than any blade.

No one can answer.

A sense of bewilderment and heaviness permeated the air, as if the mission had gone off track.

The bank card that should have been delivered now seemed particularly ironic, sitting in Wu Hen's pocket.

"Since we're already here," Lin Qiye said, taking a deep breath and breaking the silence.

"Go in and have a look."

He stepped forward and knocked on the rusty iron door.

"Squeak-"

The iron gate was pulled open a crack from the inside, and a little girl wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and with pigtails peeked out.

She looked timidly at the few strangers outside the door.

When her gaze fell on Cao Yuan, who was tall and had a cold face, her face turned pale instantly.

"Bad guys! You're bad guys who came to demolish the house!"

The little girl's eyes instantly filled with tears, and she began to cry out at the top of her lungs.

"Grandpa! The bad guys are here again! I'm calling the police to arrest you!"

"Again?! Are you never going to stop?!"

An old man's angry roar came from inside the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with gray hair and a hunched back rushed out, leaning on a thick wooden stick.

Upon seeing Lin Qiye and his group, he raised a wooden stick and smashed it down on the iron gate without saying a word!

"Clang!!"

A loud bang made people's eardrums go numb.

"Get out! All of you get out! This old man is going to fight you to the death today!"

"As long as I have a breath left, none of you will touch a single brick or tile here!" The old man trembled with rage as he pointed towards the door and shouted.

Lin Qiye's gaze, however, fell on the hand that was using a wooden stick to support him.

After that blow, the old man's hand was trembling violently and uncontrollably.

He tried desperately to grip the wooden stick, but he couldn't hide his weakness and lack of strength.

He's just putting on a brave face.

Cao Yuan frowned, about to step forward to argue, but Lin Qiye stopped him with a gesture.

Facing the old man's anger, Lin Qiye calmly said, "Sir, you've misunderstood. We are not a demolition team."

"Not a demolition team?" The old man simply didn't believe it, practically spitting out words.

"Then what are you doing here! Outsiders aren't welcome here! Get out!"

Lin Qiye didn't explain further; he simply looked quietly into the old man's eyes.

Each word was spoken clearly and distinctly, reaching the noisy courtyard.

"We are Shen Qingzhu's comrades-in-arms."

In an instant, the whole world fell silent.

All the old man's roars and all his movements came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

He froze, and the pupils in his already cloudy eyes suddenly shrank to dangerous pinpoints.

The wooden stick he used as a weapon slipped from his trembling hand and hit the ground with a dull thud.

His lips trembled, as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat.

Yet it was as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, preventing him from uttering a single word.

The anger on that wrinkled face receded like a tide.

Instead, there was a bottomless shock, and... a strong murderous intent that almost overflowed from his eyes.