Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

In the old town of Cangnan City, the aroma of food wafts from an old residential building.

Aunt Su stood on the balcony and shouted to the dazed Yang Junhui, "Huizi, it's time to eat!"

Yang Junhui came to his senses, walked to the dining table and sat down.

Aunt Su was serving him some rice while she kept muttering, "What are you thinking about, kid? You seem so distracted day after day."

"Your brother is such a jerk! He said he was on a business trip, but he hasn't been back in ages and he didn't even call."

"The weather is strange, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy. I don't know if it will rain tonight..."

"Aunt Su, you've worked hard."

Yang Junhui suddenly asked, "Do you regret raising me and my brother for so many years?"

Aunt Su was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Regret? What do I have to regret?"

"Seeing you two grow up makes me happy! You're both good kids, how could your aunt regret it?"

Yang Junhui ate his meal in silence, but his heart felt like a mixture of mixed feelings.

He put down his chopsticks and looked at Aunt Su, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"Huizi, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?" Aunt Su asked with concern.

Yang Junhui shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Aunt Su, I think..."

"Aunt Su, I want to wait for my brother to come back, and we can live here together like before, okay?"

Yang Junhui forced a smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Aunt Su smiled kindly, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened.

"Okay, okay, as long as you two brothers are willing, your aunt will be happy."

"But you are grown up now and have your own things to do. I am satisfied if you can come back to visit me often."

Suddenly, a tiny golden light appeared on Aunt Su's finger, twinkling like a small star.

Yang Junhui's smile froze and his eyes were fixed on the light spot.

"Aunt Su, your hand..."

The golden light began to spread, following Aunt Su's fingertips and climbing up her arms.

Like golden vines, it spread across her old skin.

The smile on Aunt Su's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of confusion and uneasiness.

"What...what is this?" Aunt Su asked in panic, her voice trembling slightly.

"It's okay, Aunt Sue, don't worry."

Yang Junhui tried to remain calm, but his trembling voice revealed his inner panic.

Aunt Su looked at the golden light spreading over her body, her eyes gradually becoming empty, as if they had lost focus.

"I...I understand...I'm leaving..."

Her voice became weaker and weaker, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Aunt Sue!"

Yang Junhui could no longer control his emotions and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Sorry, I am late……"

The golden light enveloped Aunt Su's entire body, and she was emitting a faint golden light, as if she was about to ascend to heaven.

Yang Junhui choked and trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, Aunt Su... I came back too late... I couldn't save Cangnan's millions of lives... nor could I... save you..."

Aunt Su's gaze refocused on Yang Junhui's face, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"Huizi...you...what are you talking about?" The golden light became stronger and stronger, and she seemed like she would disappear at any time.

Yang Junhui took out a soul-collecting bag from his arms and collected the souls of all the victims in Cangnan City, including Aunt Su, into it.

He took a deep breath, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, "Aunt Su, there are some things... I must do..."

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door: "Brother Yang, where are you going?"

Nezha appeared at the door with a flaming spear in his hand and his wind-fire wheels flashing with light.

"Nezha? Why are you here?"

Yang Junhui wiped the tears from his face and spoke in a cold tone.

"I'm here to advise you, don't be impulsive."

Nezha's expression was solemn. "I know you want revenge, but your current strength is not yet his match."

Yang Junhui roared to the sky, and a powerful aura burst out from him, shaking the surrounding furniture.

"The souls of millions of dead... Aunt Su's disappearance... How could I not avenge this blood feud!"

His eyes turned golden, like two burning suns, dazzling and brilliant.

"I'm... not who I used to be!"

Golden light shot up into the sky, Yang Junhui..., now we should call him - Erlang Zhenjun!

"You...you became a god?!" Nezha looked at everything happening in front of him in shock.

Erlang Zhenjun holds a three-pointed double-edged sword, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring straight at the sky.

"I'm going to... kill the God!"

He...left...

The golden light on Aunt Su's body became brighter and brighter, as if it was going to melt her whole body.

Her confused eyes gradually became clear, and she seemed to understand something.

"Tuiko...are you...a God Slayer?"

Yang Junhui's body shook, his knees bent, and he knelt in front of Aunt Su.

"Aunt Su, I'm so unfilial and have caused you so much suffering! On behalf of the gods of Great Xia, I apologize to the victims of Cangnan City!"

Aunt Su stretched out her trembling hand and stroked Yang Junhui's head.

"Silly child, how can you be blamed for this? Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven."

"Auntie doesn't blame you, nor does she blame anyone else."

She paused, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes, "You can become a God Slayer. Auntie is proud of you."

Yang Junhui felt a lump in his throat and tried hard to hold back his tears.

"Aunt Su, I won't let your sacrifice be in vain. I will definitely find a way to resurrect all the victims!"

He pulled out a bag that shone with a faint golden light from his arms. "This is a soul-collecting bag. It can collect souls."

"Once I gather the souls of all the victims, I'll find a way to revive everyone!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Aunt Su's eyes, and then she smiled with relief.

"Good boy, auntie believes in you. Go and do what you should do."

She patted Yang Junhui's hand gently, "Aunt is leaving first. Remember to take care of yourself and your brother..."

Aunt Su's voice became weaker and weaker, and the golden light on her body became stronger and stronger.

Finally, she turned into countless points of light, like fireflies, floating in the air, rushing out of the window, and converging into a golden torrent.

Yang Junhui slowly stood up and looked at the golden torrent outside the window, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Aunt Su, don't worry, I will definitely..."

He suddenly stopped, staring out the window with his eyes wide open.

He muttered to himself, "Wait, this style... seems a little off!"

He turned around abruptly and looked at the soul bag in his hand, "I seem to have... forgotten to open it..."

Yang Junhui slapped his forehead and growled in frustration, "Oh my god, I have such a pig brain!"

He hurriedly opened the soul bag and sucked in the golden torrent outside the window. The torrent poured into the bag like a tired bird returning to its nest.

After doing all this, Yang Junhui let out a long sigh and felt completely exhausted.

He looked around. In the empty room, only the remaining warmth from Aunt Su and some breath of life remained.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked out of the old house full of memories.

Outside the door, Nezha was waiting anxiously, the tip of the fire spear in his hand flashing with an uneasy light.

"Brother Yang, are you okay?" he asked with concern.

"fine."

Yang Junhui shook his head. "Why are you here?"

"I heard something happened in Cangnan City, so I came here to take a look. What...what are you going to do?"

Nezha hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"What else can be done?"

Yang Junhui gave a bitter smile, "Of course I'm going to seek revenge! How can the millions of souls sacrificed in vain!"

"But...your strength hasn't recovered yet. It's too dangerous to go now!"

Nezha advised, "Why don't we wait until our strength is restored and then go together!"

"Can't wait any longer!"

A trace of determination flashed in Yang Junhui's eyes, "I can't wait! The dead souls of Cangnan City can't wait! Aunt Su can't wait either!"

He paused, then said firmly, "Nezha, I appreciate your kindness. But this time, I must go alone!"

Yang Junhui roared to the sky, and a powerful force gushed out from his body, shining with golden light, and soared into the sky.

Between his eyebrows, the third eye slowly opened, emitting a dazzling light.

"To the millions of souls who have perished, I, Yang Junhui, swear an oath today! I will not be a human being until I kill this god!"

His aura rose steadily, as if he had broken through some shackles and reached a whole new realm.

The originally illusory Roaring Sky Dog gradually solidified and appeared beside him.

He let out a deafening roar, as if responding to his master's determination.

“This…what is this?!”

Nezha looked at everything happening in front of him in disbelief, "You...you became a god?!"

Yang Junhui, no, now he should be called Erlang Zhenjun!

He held a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, looking majestic, like a god descending from heaven.

He took a step forward, and auspicious clouds emerged from under his feet, carrying him slowly into the air.

"Nezha, let's say goodbye now! After I kill this god, I will drink three hundred cups with you!"

He brought Howling Sky Dog with him, transformed into a ray of golden light, and disappeared into the sky.

Nezha looked in the direction where Yang Junhui disappeared and muttered to himself: "Erlang Zhenjun...killing the god...this...this is too..."

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky, his expression suddenly changed, "What is that?!"