Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The tremors from underground crept up his spine from the soles of his boots. Lin Qiye leaned against the cold stone wall.

The viscous feeling of Si Xiaonan's chest blood still lingered on my fingertips.

Wu Hen squatted opposite him, deftly twirling the short dagger in his hand on his thumb.

He squinted, his face contorted with a toothache: "Old Lin, stop being so sentimental."

"When that girl stabbed herself, her eyelids didn't even twitch."

"You actually trust such a ruthless character?"

Lin Qiye looked up at the tightly closed door of the stone chamber: "Her eyes were off for a moment. She wasn't acting; she was begging for death."

"There are plenty of people who want to die, but the bastards Loki raised are more cunning than a hornet's nest."

Wu Hen chuckled, stood up, and dusted off his backside.

“I’ve traveled through time, so I’ve seen this kind of ‘villain redemption’ drama a lot.”

"You'd better watch out, or you might end up being sold out by her and still helping her count the money."

"She saved our lives," Lin Qiye replied calmly.

"That's because she was afraid that if we both died, no one would help her fend off those madmen from Asgard."

Wu Hen shrugged, but a ruthlessness beyond his years shone deep in his eyes.

"Forget it, we're in this together now anyway."

"Go in and take a look? Don't let him die in there."

Pushing open the stone door, the lingering smell of blood inside was still there.

Si Xiaonan had already sat up, hastily wrapped the wound with a bandage, her face was pale as a ghost, but her eyes were a little brighter than before.

"Awake?" Lin Qiye walked to the bedside and handed over an unopened bottle of mineral water.

Si Xiaonan took the water, but didn't drink it; she just held it tightly in her hand.

She looked at Lin Qiye and curled her lips in self-deprecation: "When I was ten years old, there was a famine in my hometown, and the whole village died."

"Loki appeared at that time and gave me half a moldy loaf of bread."

"From that day on, I became his shadow in the world."

"An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one." His rent for that bread is quite expensive.

Wu Hen casually pulled over a tattered wooden stool, sat down, and tilted his head.

"So, all these years you've been his agent, you've done a lot of dirty work for him, haven't you?"

Si Xiaonan ignored Wu Hen's provocation, her voice as calm as still water: "I am his knife; wherever he points, I will cut."

"Whether you're a Great Xia Night Watchman or a representative of the gods, it makes no difference to me."

"But this time... he wants to use the entire 'human circle' as a sacrifice."

"Although I kill people, I don't want to see this world become a slaughterhouse for madmen."

Lin Qiye frowned deeply: "What exactly does Loki want to do?"

"Why did he have to choose this time to attempt his breakthrough to the Supreme God Realm?"

"Time has no meaning for beings at his level."

Si Xiaonan propped herself up on the edge of the bed, her movements somewhat slow.

"But Leng Xuan left something behind."

"Leng Xuan?" Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed.

"Where is he?"

"follow me."

Si Xiaonan pulled a large black cloak over her wound, pulled up the hood, and walked out of the stone chamber without looking back.

Wu Hen quickly caught up and whispered in Lin Qiye's ear, "See? They're already starting to stir things up."

"Old Lin, we need to go to the back. If there's a trap, I'll retreat first, and you'll cover the rear."

Lin Qiye didn't reply, but just stared intently at Si Xiaonan's back.

The three traveled through the barren Asgardian mountains.

The wind here scrapes your face like a knife, and the air is filled with a strange smell of rotting wood.

Si Xiaonan skillfully navigated around several blind spots of the patrol posts, finally stopping in front of a turquoise lake.

The lake was as smooth as a mirror, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Look in the lake." Si Xiaonan pointed to a cluster of red flowers reflected on the lake's surface.

There were indeed a few unidentified red flowers blooming on the shore, but in their reflection in the lake,

The petals, however, were twisted into strange lines, like a jumbled string of Morse code.

Lin Qiye leaned closer and saw that there were several marks of varying depths faintly carved on the stone below the reflection.

"This was left behind by Leng Xuan's sword energy." Lin Qiye recognized the sharp and fierce aura at a glance.

"Is he delivering a message?"

Si Xiaonan stared at the reflection, a look of fear flashing in her eyes—an expression Lin Qiye had never seen on her face before.

"The letter said..." Si Xiaonan's voice began to tremble.

"The fence of the 'human circle' is broken."

“Someone released a group of ‘hungry ghosts’ from inside.”

A gentle breeze swept across the lake, shattering the once clear reflection in an instant.

Wu Hen spat out the grass root in his mouth with a grim expression.

His hand had already reached for the short knife at his waist: "Damn it, I knew it wouldn't be good."

"Asgard isn't even finished being demolished yet, and my hometown is about to catch fire again?"

Lin Qiye gazed at the rippling lake surface, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

The feeling was like being stared at by a giant eye lurking in the abyss.

And that eye is slowly opening from the bottom of the lake.