Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen's eyes sharpened instantly, and he spoke almost simultaneously with Lin Qiye.

"There is something."

"Yes, they're coming for us."

Lin Qiye put down his empty water glass, stood up, and said to Old Liu with a lazy smile on his face,

"Thank you for the hot water, sir."

"We suddenly remembered we have something urgent to attend to and have to go now."

Old Liu looked worried: "It's raining so hard outside, you..."

“It’s alright, our car is nearby,” Wu Hen replied, his voice calm and reassuring.

Without saying another word, the two opened the black umbrella and quickly walked out of the orphanage, returning to the rain.

The cold raindrops pounded heavily on the umbrella, making a dull sound.

“That child is quite pitiful,” Lin Qiye suddenly said.

Wu Hen walked beside him, his gaze fixed on the rain-blurred street ahead: "Shen Qingzhu is a respectable person."

"Yes."

Lin Qiye chuckled, "That so-called fire four years ago, I think it was probably caused when he awakened [Qi Min]."

"He almost lost his life to save someone, but there's not a single thing about it in the official records."

"The archives in Linjiang City are too clean." Wu Hen's voice sounded particularly clear amidst the rain.

"The fact that there is no record of a single 'mysterious' event is itself the biggest point of suspicion."

"The Night's Watch's branch here is like a resort."

"Either someone is deliberately erasing traces, or... the 'mystery' here is so clever that it can fool everyone."

Lin Qiye's tone carried a hint of amusement, "Which one do you think it would be?"

Rainwater streamed down the edge of the umbrella and splashed around their feet.

The surrounding buildings, shrouded in night and rain, resembled silent behemoths.

"No matter which one it is, it means we've stirred up a hornet's nest," Wu Hen said.

"I like stirring up hornet's nests," Lin Qiye laughed.

They came to a crossroads, where there was no one around, only the streetlights casting dim yellow light in the rain.

Suddenly, the two of them stopped at the same time.

The sound of rain seemed amplified countless times at that moment, striking my heart.

The smile on Lin Qiye's face disappeared.

Wu Hen gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"They're here," Lin Qiye said softly.

The moment the words fell, a huge black shadow tore through the rain and descended from the sky with a sharp whooshing sound!

The thing had a pair of rotting bat wings and limbs like twisted blades, and it slashed straight at Lin Qiye's head!

"Hold!"

Lin Qiye cursed and instead of retreating, he advanced, suddenly pushing the black umbrella in his hand upwards.

clang--!

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed through the night sky.

That seemingly ordinary umbrella actually withstood the monster's powerful blow with its ribs, sending sparks flying.

The monster's attack was thwarted, and it let out a silent roar.

"He's quite strong."

Lin Qiye raised his head, his eyes coldly fixed on the monster above him, a roguish smirk playing on his lips.

"At the scene of the Li family massacre, the stench I smelled was yours."

"So you've finally decided to come out and show your face?"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared in his right palm, and a long, pure white sword appeared out of thin air—it was the [White Slash].

"Get off here!"

Lin Qiye flicked his wrist, and the umbrella suddenly exerted force, sending the monster flying.

At the same time, he discarded his umbrella with his left hand, gripped his knife with his right, took a step forward, and moved as fast as a ghost, instantly catching up with the monster that had lost its balance in mid-air.

The blade flashed like snow, disappearing in an instant!

One of the monster's bat wings snapped off, black blood gushing out, and it screamed as it crashed heavily onto the waterlogged ground.

Lin Qiye landed in front of it, the tip of his snow-white longsword pressed against its head.

It was swift and efficient, the whole process was smooth and fast.

"With such meager skills, you dare to try and wipe out an entire family?"

He looked down at the monster convulsing on the ground, his tone full of mockery.

"Speak, where are your accomplices, and your master... is it that brat from earlier?"

This was a trap he deliberately set to test whether the thing possessed intelligence.

However, the monster did not answer.

It simply raised its head, and a silent smile seemed to appear on its featureless face.

Lin Qiye frowned, a strong sense of unease welling up in his heart.

His spiritual power spread out instantly.

The next second, his expression completely changed.

To the east, three auras appeared.

To the west, there are five roads.

To the south... seven roads.

To the north...and more.

A series of black shadows were rushing towards the crossroads from all directions through the rain.

They come in all shapes and sizes; some run on the ground, some climb on walls, and some... glide through the air.

Their only target is the two people at the center.

A perfect encirclement.

Wu Hen had already drawn his sword and was standing behind Lin Qiye. The two stood back to back, warily surveying their surroundings.

"Seven Nights," Wu Hen's voice was more solemn than ever before.

"We're surrounded."

"I see it." Lin Qiye's gaze swept over the increasingly ferocious silhouettes in the rain, and he gripped the [White Slash] tightly in his hand.

Rainwater soaked his hair and slid down his cheeks.

He cursed under his breath.

"Damn it...who said Linjiang City has no 'mysteries'?"

Before the words were even finished, the first monster that rushed out of the shadows at the alley entrance pounced on them with a chilling killing intent.