Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"Ding! Mei Xiaolin's treatment progress has reached the target! The reward has been issued!"

The system prompt sounded, Wu Hen rubbed his hands, and looked at Lin Qiye expectantly: "Old Lin, come on and draw the lottery! Let's see what good things we can get this time!"

Lin Qiye nodded, took a deep breath, and clicked on Mei Xiaolin's ability dial.

The pointer spins so fast that it is dizzying to watch.

Finally, the pointer slowly stopped and stayed on "Transformation Magic Mastery".

"Transformation magic? Sounds interesting!" Wu Hen touched his chin, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Lin Qiye reached out and touched the font, and a stream of information flooded into his mind.

He closed his eyes for a moment to digest it. When he opened them again, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This transformation magic is even more powerful than I imagined!"

"Not only can it change its own form, it can also change the form of other objects!"

"Fuck! Doesn't that mean I can..."

Before Wu Hen finished speaking, he saw Lin Qiye transformed into his appearance.

Even the tone and expression were exactly the same, "Fuck! Lao Lin, why are you imitating me? Why are you imitating me?"

Lin Qiye returned to his original form and said with a smile, "How is it? The effect is good, right?"

"Awesome! Now we can go out and have fun, right..." Wu Hen winked and grinned.

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

After leaving the mental hospital, the Cangnan City in front of me was in ruins. The once prosperous streets were now in a mess, and broken walls and ruins could be seen everywhere.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, which made people shudder.

"It seems that this disaster is more serious than we imagined."

Lin Qiye looked at the scene in front of him with a serious expression.

"Yeah, I don't know how many people are still alive." Wu Hen sighed, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

The two walked slowly along the street, and suddenly, a black carriage appeared in their sight.

The carriage stopped at the Peace Bridge, and a strange laugh could be heard faintly from inside the carriage...

"This laughter..." Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"Hehe, Lao Lin, let me try it first!" Wu Hen rubbed his hands, eager to try.

He closed his eyes and imagined Li Zekai's honest face. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a replica of Li Zekai, even the iconic mustache was exactly the same.

"How is it? Is it similar? It's a perfect reproduction!"

Wu Hen imitated Li Zekai's tone and scratched his head foolishly.

Lin Qiye suppressed a smile and nodded: "Well, it is quite similar, but the eyes are not right, a little less vulgar."

Wu Hen's power was instantly broken, and he returned to his original state. He pointed at Lin Qiye and cursed with a smile: "How dare you, Old Lin, call me vulgar! Look, I will turn into Ah Zhuer and shock you!"

Before he finished speaking, a hot and charming Ah Zhuer appeared and cast a coquettish glance at Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye almost couldn't hold it in and coughed lightly: "Alright, alright, stop messing around and try something else."

Next, Wu Hen transformed into Hong Xiaoyan, Sick Ren Bufan, etc., and had a lot of fun.

Even Ren Bufan's iconic catchphrase "I'm sick" was imitated vividly.

Finally, Wu Hen suddenly had an idea and wanted to challenge a difficult task - to transform into a frost dragon.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Hen imagined the mighty figure of the Frost Dragon, its massive body, and its sharp claws...

However, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself transformed into...

A miniature frost lizard, not even as big as a husky.

"Oh my god! System, are you kidding me? Where's the dragon you promised me? Why did it turn into a gecko?"

Lin Qiye laughed so hard that he fell backwards. "It seems that this transformation magic is not omnipotent. It is probably limited by your strength, or the huge size difference."

After some experiments, they found that transformation magic did have some limitations.

For example, one cannot transform into a creature that is much stronger than oneself, nor can one transform into a creature that is too different in size.

But even so, this ability is powerful enough.

The two continued to try to transform into Mu Xiaomu, Hong Hongying, Chen Muzhi and other Ren Bufan to further familiarize themselves with the characteristics of transformation magic.

After fully mastering the magic of transformation, they left the mental hospital and set out on the road to the Peace Bridge.

"This carriage..." Lin Qiye frowned slightly as he looked at the black carriage parked on Heping Bridge.

"It's a bit weird..."

Wu Hen also felt something was wrong and quietly took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket.

"Old Lin, do you think there's some peerless beauty hidden in this carriage? Or some priceless treasure?"

Lin Qiye rolled his eyes at him and said, "What are you thinking about? Be careful or a thousand-year-old monster will jump out and take you away."

Wu Hen chuckled and was about to step forward when the carriage curtain suddenly opened and a pale hand stretched out...

Wu Hen grabbed Lin Qiye's arm and hid behind a broken wall.

He lowered his voice and said, "Lao Lin, something's wrong. Why is his hand so white? Could he be faking death?"

Lin Qiye held his forehead helplessly: "You've read too many novels, right? There's no such thing as a zombie in this world..."

Before he finished speaking, the curtain was completely opened, and an old man in a black robe and with a pale face walked out of the carriage.

The old man had a sinister look in his eyes and a strange smile on his lips, looking like a typical villain boss.

"Lin Qiye, Wu Hen, I have long heard of your great names." The old man's voice was hoarse, like the cry of a night owl.

Wu Hen hid behind the wall, poked his head out, and muttered quietly: "Oh my god, they really are coming for us!"

"Lao Lin, who is this old man? Could he be the boss of some evil organization?"

Lin Qiye shook his head and signaled Wu Hen to be quiet.

He stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? What can I do for you?"

The old man chuckled: "My surname is Bai, and my given name is Qi. As for the purpose of coming..."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "Of course I'm here to take your lives!"

"Take our lives?"

Wu Hen jumped out from behind the wall, pointed at Bai Qi and shouted, "Old man, are you still asleep?"

"You think you can take our lives? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself!"

Bai Qi sneered, "Young man, don't be so arrogant! I am not someone you can compare to!"

Wu Hen wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Lin Qiye.

"Bai Qi...I seem to have heard this name somewhere before."

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed. "Are you... Bai Qi, the God of Killing from the Warring States Period?!"

Bai Qi laughed heartily: "I never thought that after a thousand years, there would still be someone who remembered my name! Yes, it's me!"

"Oh my god! It's really Bai Qi!"

Wu Hen's eyes widened in disbelief. "Hasn't this old man been dead for thousands of years? How did he come back to life?"

Lin Qiye was also full of doubts, but now was obviously not the time to dwell on this issue.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Bai Qi, why do you want to take our lives?"

Bai Qi's lips curled up into a cruel smile: "Because...someone wants you dead!"

"Who?!" Lin Qiye asked.

Bai Qi did not answer, but just stretched out his dry fingers and pointed to the sky.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked up and saw the originally clear sky.

I don't know when it became gloomy, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder...

"The world is going to change..." Bai Qi's voice was low and hoarse.