Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's consciousness was still stuck in the last memory of those pupils that had shrunk to pinpoints.

That wasn't fear, but rather the horrification of having one's understanding completely overturned.

Inside the carriage, Wu Quan was still muttering unconsciously, his body slumped limply in the back seat from exhaustion.

Sweat soaked his forehead and hair, making him look like he had just been pulled out of the water.

“...more than one...he had...more than one on him…”

Wu Hen pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp as a knife: "What? More than one?"

Lin Qiye's mind was racing.

He pieced together the fragments of his memory: a raging fire, a fire-faced monster, and Shen Qingzhu being devoured.

A mysterious realm descended, and Shen Qingzhu appeared unharmed, holding a dead girl in her arms.

Then, young Wuquan walked over, touched the girl's body, and revealed that expression.

"Damn it." Lin Qiye cursed under his breath; he seemed to have guessed it.

Wu Hen had clearly thought of that too, and his expression turned extremely grim: "He means that the girl... has more than one soul?"

Lin Qiye did not answer, but simply parked the car on the side of the road, turned around, and stared intently at Wu Quan in the back seat.

"Hey kid, wake up."

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck Wu Quan's nerves like a heavy hammer.

Wu Quan shuddered suddenly, his empty eyes gradually focusing.

He looked at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen in front of him, a weak yet sarcastic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"See? This is my 'goods'. Now, it's your turn."

"Good stuff, pretty good."

Lin Qiye nodded, then changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat playful, "However, it seems your story isn't finished."

Wu Quan's eyes narrowed.

What did you do after that fire?

Lin Qiye leaned back lazily in his chair, as if chatting about everyday things.

"For example, how did you deal with the bodies of your comrades in the ruins?"

Wu Quan's breathing suddenly stopped.

Wu Hen calmly added, "According to the Night Watchman's records, there are three officially recognized survivors of the fire at Hanshan Orphanage."

"Besides you and Shen Qingzhu, there are two others, one named Li Xiaoyan and the other named Qian Cheng."

“We’re very curious,” Lin Qiye said with a roguish smile.

Where are those two people now?

Wu Quan's face turned deathly pale instantly. He stared intently at Lin Qiye, his eyes seeming to want to devour him: "What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

Lin Qiye shrugged. "I just find it strange."

"That little bug just now seems to have accidentally read a little too much."

As Lin Qiye finished speaking, new memories flooded into his and Wu Hen's minds like a tidal wave.

This time, it was no longer a chaotic fire scene.

It was a desolate ruin.

Young Wuquan knelt on the scorched earth, with two small, unrecognizable corpses lying side by side in front of him.

It was Li Xiaoyan and Qian Cheng.

Besides Brother Qingzhu, he was the only two people in the orphanage who were closest to him.

Wu Quan couldn't shed a single tear; immense sorrow and helplessness swallowed him like a black hole.

why?

Why did he survive while they had to die?

If he were a little stronger, could he protect them?

In the midst of extreme self-blame and despair, that cold power surging from the depths of his body resurfaced.

【Dominate the Emperor】.

He didn't even know what this power was called; it was just an instinct.

A kind of... insane obsession with wanting them to "come back to life".

He reached out his trembling hand, gazing at one of the corpses.

he thinks.

Make his heart beat.

A barely audible thud seemed to strike Wu Quan's heart directly.

Inside the charred corpse, a charred heart that had long since ceased functioning actually, very faintly, beat once.

Wu Quan's pupils dilated suddenly!

He was like a madman who had discovered a new continent, his eyes blazing with a terrifying light.

Despair was replaced by a twisted hope.

He immediately turned to another corpse.

He jumped too!

He could feel an invisible thread connecting him to the two corpses.

He can manipulate every part of their bodies as easily as he manipulates his own fingers.

The heart rate, the "flow" of blood, the "breathing" of the lungs...

Wu Quan knelt on the ground, like a child who had received a beloved toy, trying it again and again.

He gestured for Li Xiaoyan to raise her arm as if to greet him.

He made Qian Cheng open his mouth and used ventriloquism to imitate his honest laughter.

"Koizumi, look at my new move!"

"Koizumi, let's go to the back hill and raid bird nests!"

He manipulated the two cold corpses, making them sit up, make them "speak," and make them "walk."

Amidst the ruins, the boy sat between two charred corpses, a pure and innocent smile on his lips.

That smile, under the deathly silence of the night, exuded a chilling and twisted eeriness.

That's the end of my memory.

The air inside the carriage seemed to have frozen into ice.

"Kid, you're playing for high stakes."

Lin Qiye's voice broke the deathly silence. The roguish smile on his face vanished, replaced by a complex expression.

It's hard to tell whether it's pity or a cold emotion, but "controlling two corpses, playing house with you for four years."

"Is this interesting?"

"Shut up!" Wu Quan hissed, his fur standing on end like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"They are not dead! They are still alive!"

"Alive?"

Wu Hen spoke coldly.

"You forcefully drive the driver's organs and simulate vital signs using your abilities, and this is what you call 'living'?"

"You've nothing but turned them into your most loyal puppets!"

"I didn't!" Wu Quan's eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"I'm just protecting them! Just like Brother Qingzhu protected me! As long as I'm alive, they won't die!"

His emotions were on the verge of collapse.

For four years, he has carefully maintained this lie using his ability to "control the emperor".

He allowed the two corpses to "live" like normal people, even sending them to school.

Use your mental power to subtly influence everyone around you to ignore the unsightly abnormalities on the corpse.

He thought he was completely innocent.

But I never expected that these two people would expose it so cruelly and bloodily today!

"I've looked at your 'goods,' and they're excellent."

Lin Qiye's tone returned to calm as he looked directly into Wu Quan's eyes. "Now, it's your turn to inspect my 'goods'."

Wu Quan was taken aback.

"Didn't you want to know Shen Qingzhu's whereabouts?" Lin Qiye said calmly.

"That worm from earlier isn't completely severed yet. Go see for yourself."

Wu Quan suddenly realized that while the [Memory Worm] was reading his memories, it had also established a two-way mental link!

Without hesitation, he poured all his remaining spiritual energy into them, frantically flooding into the minds of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

He no longer cared about the truth about the Cold Mountain Orphanage.

He didn't care about anything anymore.

He only wanted to know one thing.

Brother Qingzhu...

His consciousness frantically searched through the sea of ​​memories between the two of them, like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

He found it very quickly!

It was a video recording that didn't belong to any of them, sealed away in the Night's Watch's top-secret archives.

The scene shows the sky above the ruins of Hanshan.

A figure, carrying Shen Qingzhu, slowly descended from that strange vacuum realm.

Shen Qingzhu is still alive!

He just fainted!

He was rescued by that person!

boom--!

Wu Quan's mind felt like something had exploded.

Four years.

Four full years.

He had always believed that Shen Qingzhu had died at the hands of that fire-faced monster in order to save him.

This guilt and hatred, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his heart, sustaining him to this day.

But now, they're telling him.

He is still alive.

Brother Qingzhu... is still alive.

Wu Quan's mental link snapped instantly, and he was thrown backward like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing heavily onto the back seat.

His eyes were fixed on the roof of the car, his pupils unfocused and unfocused.

He looked like he'd been stunned.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance but neither spoke.

They knew that the boy's mental world, which had been strained for four years, had completely collapsed at this moment.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Ah……"

A very soft laugh, almost like a sigh, escaped from Wu Quan's throat.

"Ha ha……"

The laughter grew louder and louder. He started laughing, his shoulders shaking violently, but not a single tear came out.

There was no madness or resentment in that laughter, only an extreme sense of relaxation, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"He is still alive..."

Wu Quan muttered to himself.

"He's still alive...that's enough..."

He slowly, very slowly, exhaled a long breath.

That breath seemed to carry away all his pain, all his pretense, and all his obsession over the past four years.

For the first time, his tense body completely relaxed.

Wu Quan lay back in the back seat, a gentle, almost dreamlike smile on his lips.

"Brother Qingzhu... will definitely come back to find me."

His voice was very soft, yet it carried an undeniable, deep-seated obsession.

Lin Qiye restarted the car without looking at him again.

The transaction has been completed.

This mess is much deeper than he imagined.

The vehicle smoothly merged into the nighttime traffic and headed deeper into the city.

The atmosphere inside the car shifted from a tense standoff to an eerie calm.

Just as the vehicle was about to cross an intersection.

squeak--!

Lin Qiye slammed on the brakes!

The tires screeched as they scraped across the ground.

Not far ahead, a thin, aged figure...

Like a ghost, it burst out of the shadows by the roadside, spread its arms, and blocked the car.

He was an old man dressed in tattered clothes, with gray and disheveled hair.

His face was covered with deep wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy.

But at that moment, it burst into an astonishing light, piercing through the windshield and embedding itself in the three people inside the car.