Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Li Jianbai stood frozen in place, forgetting even to breathe.

The voice seemed to ring directly in his head, chilling him to the bone.

“You…” His throat was so dry he couldn’t utter a single word.

The white-clad figure on the phone screen didn't move, but the cold voice came again, carrying a strange sigh.

"You shouldn't touch those children in the orphanage."

"I...I was wrong...I'll never do it again!"

Li Jianbai completely broke down. His crotch felt hot, and a foul odor instantly filled the air.

He didn't know if the other party was a human or a ghost; all he knew was that if he didn't beg for mercy, he would definitely die here today!

"Remember your words."

The sound disappeared, and the figure on the phone screen also vanished.

"Snapped!"

The manor lights were instantly restored, and the blinding light made Li Jianbai instinctively close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the corridor was empty, as if everything that had just happened was just a hallucination caused by his mental derangement.

Only the puddle of water on the ground and the excruciating pain all over his body reminded him of the hell he had just endured.

The next morning.

Just as dawn was breaking, a black minivan quietly pulled up in front of the orphanage.

The Night Watch squad had packed up and were ready to return to their unit.

"Let's go, let's go, the plane won't wait for us." Baili Pangpang yawned and rubbed his eyes as he urged.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked at the back of the group. They exchanged a glance and tacitly lagged behind a few steps.

They went around to the back door of the orphanage office, where the old wooden door was tightly shut in the dim morning light.

Lin Qiye took out five bank cards from his pocket. They had no passwords and were all anonymous cards that did not require identity verification.

He bent down and carefully slipped them one by one under the door.

After doing all this, he stood up and, without the slightest hesitation, turned around and quickly followed the group with Wu Hen.

Throughout the entire process, not a single word was uttered.

A few minutes later, Old Liu, carrying a cup of hot tea, habitually walked into the office.

"Ok?"

As soon as he entered the room, he noticed that he seemed to have stepped on something.

Looking down, I saw five brand-new bank cards neatly scattered on the floor behind the door.

Old Liu was stunned.

He took a half step back, rubbed his eyes, and made sure he wasn't seeing things.

This... what is going on?

A bank card...grown out from under the door?

He bent down and picked up a card; the cold touch of the card felt incredibly real.

He searched the entire office, but all the windows were closed. The only possibility was through that narrow crack in the door.

Who would use this method...?

The images of those young men flashed through Old Liu's mind in an instant.

He held the card, stood there for a long time, and then let out a long sigh, his eyes a little moist.

"These children..."

Inside a business car.

Baili Pangpang slumped in his seat, groaning softly.

"Ouch, my back hurts. The bed must have been too hard last night. My whole body aches."

An Qingyu, who was sitting opposite him, put down her tablet, glanced at him, and a playful smile appeared on her lips.

"Really? I thought you strained your back from exercising too much last night."

Baili Pangpang's expression froze instantly, his eyes darting around: "Wh...what strenuous exercise? I slept like a log last night!"

"Oh? But what I heard was someone hitting people with chair legs like punching bags, while shouting 'Take it apart!' and 'Move it!'"

An Qingyu's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet carriage.

"Cough cough!" Baili Pangpang choked on his own saliva, his face turning red.

"You're hallucinating! You're definitely hallucinating!"

Cao Yuan, standing to the side, sighed and said, "Alright, everyone, say less."

An Qingyu shrugged, stopped teasing him, and looked back at her tablet.

Baili Pangpang finally breathed a sigh of relief, secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and glanced at An Qingyu with lingering fear.

Is this woman's hearing super hearing? How can she hear things from so far away?

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, who were sitting in the front row, remained silent.

Wu Hen closed his eyes to rest, seemingly indifferent to everything around him, but the slight movement of his fingers indicated that he was thinking.

Lin Qiye stared at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, his gaze deep, lost in thought.

The car drove smoothly towards the airport.

Just as we were about to merge onto the main road of the airport expressway, the sky darkened without warning.

One second the sky is clear and blue, the next second it's covered in dark clouds.

"Wow——!"

Large raindrops began to fall without warning, instantly forming a curtain of rain that pounded against the car windows with a loud crackling sound.

Even with the wipers on full blast, they can only create two brief, clear fan-shaped streaks in front of my eyes.

"Damn it, what kind of weather is this!" Baili Pangpang cursed as he drove.

The atmosphere inside the car instantly became heavy.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen opened their eyes almost simultaneously and looked at each other.

They both saw a hint of seriousness and unease in each other's eyes.

"squeak--!"

A sharp, piercing screech of brakes rang out!

Due to inertia, everyone in the car was suddenly thrown forward.

"Fatty! What are you doing!" Cao Yuan steadied himself and shouted with a frown.

"No...it wasn't me!" Baili Pangpang's voice trembled slightly as he stared intently ahead.

"There are people ahead!"

Everyone immediately looked out through the windshield.

In the pouring rain, two figures stood quietly in front of the airport entrance gate.

They were wearing identical dark red cloaks, with wide hoods that completely obscured their faces.

Despite the raging wind and rain, their bodies remained motionless, like two gatekeepers emerging from the depths of hell.

Their presence made even the torrential rain of this world seem like mere background scenery.

The van's massive engine was still roaring, but it seemed so small in front of these two silent figures.

Inside the car, there was deathly silence.

Cao Yuan spoke slowly, his voice dry and heavy:

"They're not targeting ordinary people."

"They are waiting for us."