Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The aura flashed by in the dimly lit room, as if it had never existed.

The next second, Wu Quan suddenly shoved Old Liu aside, like a mad beast.

I rushed out of the wooden door and plunged headfirst into the torrential rain.

"Koizumi!" Old Liu exclaimed, chasing after him to the door.

But all I saw was a small, thin figure running wildly through the rainy night, instantly swallowed up by the darkness.

Crash-!

The icy rain lashed against Wu Quan's face and body, but he felt nothing.

He just ran, ran desperately, his lungs felt like they were going to explode, and his legs felt as heavy as lead.

"Brother Qingzhu, you said you would come back..."

"Xiaoquan, wait for me to come back, and I'll take you to eat the best candied hawthorn in town."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can bully you anymore."

Shen Qingzhu's promise was like a series of knives, repeatedly cutting into his mind.

Then came another lingering memory.

A dark, foul-smelling basement, the sound of chains dragging on the floor, and the crisp cracking of bones being broken underfoot...

"Damn it! Why are you asking for so little money again today! You won't learn your lesson unless I break your hands!"

Excruciating pain, hunger, despair.

Those were the four years he was trafficked.

Wu Quan stumbled and fell heavily into the flooded alley, splashing up a cloud of mud.

He lay on the ground, his body trembling violently, unable to tell whether the water on his face was rain or tears.

"You can't get hurt..." He dug his fingernails into the rough cement floor, blood seeping from between his fingers.

"You promised me...you can't die..."

Despair and obsession intertwined in his eyes, ultimately transforming into a deathly silence of madness.

Just then, footsteps came from the alley entrance.

Under a black umbrella, two figures walked slowly and leisurely.

"This rain just won't stop," Lin Qiye said, his voice tinged with impatience.

"We're almost there." Wu Hen's voice was as calm as ever. "It's that orphanage up ahead."

Their gazes simultaneously fell on the figure lying prone in the middle of the alley.

"Hey, putting on performance art in the middle of the night?" Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow.

Wu Hen's eyes narrowed slightly: "Something's not right with him."

Wu Quan slowly raised his head, muddy water sliding down his pale cheeks.

A pair of eyes stared straight at them, as if they were looking at two dead men.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen paused in their steps.

"They look like children from an orphanage," Lin Qiye said.

Holding her umbrella, she didn't even glance at him again, and walked straight past Wu Quan.

"Let's go, stop meddling in other people's business and get down to business first."

Wu Hen followed behind him, and the two quickly disappeared around the corner of the alley.

The rain is still falling.

Wu Quan slowly got up from the ground and stood motionless in the same spot, staring in the direction they had left.

His eyes, which had gone from frenzied to cold and empty, gradually changed.

Like a soulless shell.

He confirmed it.

Those two people were the ones who stood with Brother Qingzhu that day.

They are comrades-in-arms.

The downfall of the Li family and the disappearance of Brother Qingzhu... must be related to them.

Wu Quan slowly turned around and walked into the shadows deeper into the alley.

There, against the wall, stood more than twenty discarded black folding chairs, their surfaces gleaming faintly in the rain.

Wu Quan stopped and casually picked up a piece of trash from the nearby pile.

He picked up a huge gray plastic bag, put it over his head, and completely covered his upper body.

He faced those chairs, like a cold commander.

There was no sound, no movement.

But one of the black chairs suddenly seemed to come alive.

Its backrest and legs began to twist and stretch, making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

A grotesque monster made of a black metal skeleton "stood up" from its chair-like form.

It has no facial features, only an irregular head and four limbs as sharp as blades.

The moment the monster took shape, it transformed into a black shadow and silently rushed into the rainy night.

They sped off in the direction Lin Qiye and Wu Hen had left.

Then, the second one, the third one...

More than twenty black armchairs came to life one after another.

More than twenty hideous monsters of various shapes and sizes resembled a well-trained legion of death.

They silently threw themselves into the hunt during the rainy night.

Throughout the entire process, Wu Quan remained motionless, like a statue.

Cold-blooded, precise, and exuding an inhuman cunning.

The caregiver's room at Hanshan Orphanage.

"Oh, that child... has such a hard life."

Old Liu poured two cups of hot water for Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, his cloudy eyes filled with sorrow.

"You ran into him outside just now, didn't you?"

"I ran into it. It was lying on the ground, looking like it had gone mad." Lin Qiye took a sip of hot water and asked directly.

"Sir, we are Shen Qingzhu's comrades-in-arms. We've come here to ask you a few questions."

Wu Hen added, "Regarding Li Jianbai, there was also the fire four years ago."

Upon hearing the name "Shen Qingzhu," Old Man Liu visibly relaxed his guard.

"You are Xiao Shen's friends... That child is a good person."

He sighed, his gaze falling back to the window. "You're asking about Xiaoquan because of Xiao Shen, aren't you?"

"How to say?"

"It was Shen Qingzhu who saved Xiaoquan." Old Liu's voice turned serious.

“This child was abducted by human traffickers on the street when he was six years old. We reported it to the police and searched for four years, but we had no news at all.”

"When I saw him again, he was ten years old and was in a begging gang."

"Those four years... God knows what he went through."

Old Liu's hands were trembling as he rolled the tobacco leaves.

“When we found him, the bones in his left hand had already been broken, to make him look more pitiful so that we could get more money from him.”

"He was so thin he was practically skin and bones, and he looked at people like a wolf cub."

Lin Qiye's knuckles turned slightly white as he held the water glass.

Wu Hen remained expressionless, but his eyes darkened.

"And then?" he asked.

"Later, it was Xiao Shen."

Old Liu took a deep drag on his cigarette. "I still don't know how a young man like him found that den of thieves."

"He rushed in alone. When the police arrived, all the human traffickers inside were lying down. He then carried Koizumi out of an iron cage."

"I heard from the police that Xiao Shen himself was also seriously injured and lost a lot of blood. He almost...did not survive."

Old Liu's words were like a bombshell, exploding in the hearts of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

They exchanged a glance and both saw the shock and understanding in each other's eyes.

They finally understood why Wu Quan was so obsessed with Shen Qingzhu's safety.

That is redemption, that is rebirth.

Shen Qingzhu was the only light that pulled him out of hell.

But now, that light may have gone out.

Lin Qiye's brows furrowed tightly, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

Just as he was about to ask something else, a subtle sense of being watched set off alarm bells in his mind.

He subconsciously looked up and gazed out the window.

In the rain, a black silhouette flashed by on the roof of the old residential building across the way, so fast it seemed like an illusion.

But the feeling of being locked in by a chilling killing intent was crystal clear.