Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen's gaze was as cold as a knife. He stared at the direction of the kitchen door, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"The wound was caused by a sharp weapon, and it was very deep."

Lin Qiye didn't speak, but calmly watched the torrential rain outside the window.

In the office, Cao Yuan and An Qingyu were trying to comfort the boy named Wu Quan.

No one noticed that something had silently moved in the shadows of the corner.

A shadow deeper than darkness spread out from beneath Lin Qiye's feet.

Like a pool of ink that came to life, it instantly merged into the ground and disappeared.

"Black pupils," Lin Qiye murmured to himself.

The next second, a silent scene unfolded directly in his mind.

This is Black Eye's ability—[Light and Shadow Rewind].

The scene shows the muddy path outside the orphanage.

Torrential rain.

Old Liu was holding a tattered black umbrella, with a large bag of freshly bought vegetables and meat in his left hand.

He was carrying a bag of apples in his right hand and was walking back with faltering steps.

Suddenly, five or six thugs got out of a beat-up van parked by the roadside.

The leader was bald, with a hideous scar on his face.

"Old man, still haven't figured it out?" The scarred man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, tilted his head, looking impatient.

Old Liu hid the things in his hands behind his back.

He forced a fawning smile: "Brothers, please grant me a few more days, just a few more days... This orphanage really can't be moved, the children have nowhere to go."

"Go to hell, you have nowhere to go!" Another blond thug kicked Old Liu in the stomach.

"Our boss has his eye on that piece of land! You think you're so great?"

"I'm giving you a month to get out of here. You're stubborn and won't listen to reason!"

Old Liu was kicked and staggered, the apple in his hand rolled all over the ground, covered in mud and water.

Ignoring the pain, he struggled to pick it up.

"Oh, you're pretty arrogant, aren't you?"

The scarred man grinned maliciously, stomped on an apple, and crushed it forcefully.

"I'll show you today what it means to be powerless against the powerful!"

As he spoke, he winked at the thugs behind him.

A group of people swarmed forward, raining punches and kicks on Old Liu.

Old Liu was beaten and curled up on the ground, but he still used his thin body to protect the bag of vegetables and meat.

That was the dinner he prepared for the children.

"Damn it, still protecting him?" one of the thugs cursed as he pulled out a switchblade and slashed at Old Liu's arm as he was protecting the vegetable bag.

"what--!"

A suppressed cry of pain.

Blood instantly stained Old Liu's sleeve.

"Alright, stop fucking killing him." The scarred man spat out his cigarette butt and kicked Old Liu in the face with his toe.

"Old man, I'll give you three more days."

"Three days from now, we'll either find the orphanage deserted, or... we'll be preparing to collect your corpses!"

The thugs laughed arrogantly, got into the van, and drove off.

Rainwater washed away the bloodstains on the ground.

After a long time, Old Liu finally managed to shakily get up from the mud.

He glanced at his bleeding arm, then casually pulled the sleeve down a little.

Then, limping, he began picking up the trampled apples one by one from the mud.

He picked them up very carefully, as if they weren't rotten apples covered in mud, but some rare treasure.

Finally, with his back hunched, he carried the bag of vegetables that hadn't been taken away and walked back to the orphanage step by step with great difficulty.

That figure, silhouetted against the rain, was so stubborn it was heartbreaking.

The images in Lin Qiye's mind ended there.

His expression remained completely unchanged, as if what he had just seen was merely a boring black-and-white film.

But Wu Hen, who was beside him, clearly felt that the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees suddenly.

That was a killing intent emanating from Lin Qiye, almost solidified into a tangible form.

Wu Hen glanced at him but didn't say anything.

There was a tacit understanding between the two that needed no words.

From the kitchen came the sound of Old Liu humming a little tune as he prepared dinner; the clatter of pots and pans filled the air with the warmth of daily life.

Lin Qiye stood up.

“Let’s go out for a bit,” he said calmly to Cao Yuan and An Qingyu.

"Where are you going? It's raining so hard outside," Cao Yuan asked.

"Buy a pack of cigarettes."

Lin Qiye casually answered, exchanged a glance with Wu Hen, picked up two black umbrellas from the corner of the wall, and pushed open the door to walk into the vast rain.

The rain pounded against the umbrella, making a pattering sound.

"Which way?" Wu Hen asked.

"Three kilometers to the east, there is an abandoned building materials market."

Lin Qiye's voice was drowned out by the sound of rain, but it reached Wu Hen's ears clearly: "That van is parked right there."

The two did not say another word, and their figures quickly disappeared around the street corner.

An abandoned building materials market, under an asbestos tile shed that barely provides shelter from the rain.

The beat-up van was parked right next to it.

The scarred man and his thugs were gathered around a tin barrel filled with burning firewood, the firelight illuminating their狰狞 faces.

The group of men were drinking cheap liquor, eating peanuts, and boasting enthusiastically.

"Damn, that old man's got some backbone! He got beaten up and didn't utter a sound." Yellow Hair took a swig of his drink and cursed.

"Hard? Even if it's hard, can it be harder than a knife?" Another thug brandished his switchblade, grinning smugly.

"Look at what I did, I almost broke his arm off!"

"Hahahaha!"

The scarred man downed his drink in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the ground: "What are you afraid of! The boss said that as long as we can get rid of these punks and old geezers..."

"We'll get our share of the profits once we get the land! At that point, losing an arm or even taking his life won't matter to us!"

"Exactly! When the time comes, we'll take the money and have a blast at the best club in the city!"

"I heard there was a woman who used to be quite famous in that orphanage, her name was... Shen Qingzhu? It's a pity, I heard she went missing, otherwise..."

Before the thug could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

He instinctively shrank his neck and muttered, "Damn it, this awful weather, why is it leaking under the shed..."

He had barely finished speaking when he saw the scarred man and the blond man opposite him.

They all stared wide-eyed, looking behind him as if they had seen a ghost, their faces drained of all color instantly.

"You... you..."

He was about to ask what was wrong when he turned around and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

At some point, two men carrying black umbrellas appeared among their group.

They sat quietly on a broken wooden box.

As if they had been there from the very beginning, the shadows under the awning perfectly enveloped them, and their faces were obscured beneath the umbrella.

One of them was fiddling with a strangely shaped black dagger.

"Just now... just now, who said they were going to break someone's arm?"

A lazy, slightly roguish voice came from under the umbrella, "The voice was too soft, I couldn't hear it."

The scarred man suddenly stood up and roared, his voice trembling with fear, "Who the hell are you? You want to die?"

The man under the umbrella ignored him and simply stood up on his own.

He slowly walked up to the thug with the switchblade.

"is it you?"

The thug felt a chill run down his spine from the look he was being given. The bottle in his hand clattered to the ground, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.

Lin Qiye smiled.

"You don't want to talk about it? That's fine too."

The moment the words left his mouth, a black light flashed!

Pfft——!

A dull thud as a sharp weapon pierced flesh.

Before the thug could react, he saw his right arm, the one holding the switchblade.

It flew out shoulder to shoulder, leaving a trail of blood in the air, and finally fell into the burning fire with a "thud"!

Zila——!

The smoky aroma of roasted meat instantly filled the air.

"Ah—!! My hand! My hand!!"

A piercing scream shattered the silence of the rainy night.

Blood gushed from the severed arm, splattering all over the face of the blond-haired man next to him.

All the thugs present were completely terrified.

They didn't even see how the other party made their move.

Lin Qiye flicked the blood off the blade, the blade reflecting a chilling light in the firelight.

He turned around and walked up to the scarred man, whose legs were trembling with fear.

The still-dripping dagger was gently placed against his neck.

The cold touch sent a shiver down the scarred man's spine, and a strong stench of urine instantly emanated from his crotch.

Lin Qiye seemed not to smell it; he moved his face closer, under the edge of the umbrella.

Those deep, ancient eyes gleamed with a chilling light in the firelight.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of every thug.

"Now, I ask, and you answer."

"Who's the boss?"

Under the canopy, there was a deathly silence, save for the wailing of the one-armed thug and the sizzling hand burning in the fire barrel.

Terror spread silently through the rainy night.

Lin Qiye's gaze swept over the group of trembling trash in front of him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Old Liu's bowl of noodles, brimming with goodwill, should be almost ready.