Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye landed heavily on the ground, his knees slamming heavily into the ruins, raising a cloud of dust.

He reached out his trembling hand and touched the ruins. His once warm home was now only a pile of cold rubble.

Wu Hen also landed beside him silently, his face no longer smiling as usual, only showing deep shock.

"Lao Cang, your house... has really become a demolition site..." Wu Hen murmured in a dry voice.

He knew how much Lin Qiye valued his family, and he also knew how much Ren Bufan meant to Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye did not answer, but searched through the ruins like crazy, not leaving out a single brick or tile.

He searched for any trace that Ren Bufan might have left behind, a piece of clothing, a photo, even a strand of hair...

"Brother Fan! Brother Fan, where are you?!" Lin Qiye's roar echoed in the empty wilderness, filled with despair and grief.

He called out again and again, but there was only dead silence in response.

Wu Hen also joined the search. He started a system scan, hoping to find any signs of life.

However, the system's cold prompt sounded like a sharp knife, piercing his heart: "Scan completed, no vital signs detected."

"Lao Cang, stop looking..."

Wu Hen patted Lin Qiye's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Perhaps...we can try another way."

Lin Qiye suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Yes! Mortal God Realm! I can revive Brother Fan!"

He immediately mobilized his divine power, trying to construct a mortal realm and bring Ren Bufan's soul back to the world.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the Mortal God Realm could never take shape.

"What's going on?!" Lin Qiye panicked, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Wu Hen also realized that something was wrong: "System, explain!"

"Ding! Host, according to the detection, there are no target soul fragments in the area, and the resurrection operation cannot be performed."

The system ruthlessly pronounced a death sentence.

Lin Qiye was struck by lightning and sat down on the ground dejectedly.

He held his head tightly, sobs of pain escaping from between his fingers.

Wu Hen stood quietly by the side. He knew that any comfort would be pale at this moment.

He could only silently accompany Lin Qiye, feeling the sadness that penetrated deep into his bones.

After a long time, Lin Qiye slowly raised his head, his eyes full of bloodshot.

He looked at Wu Hen and said in a hoarse voice: "Wu Hen, take me to find Luo Xiaoji..."

Wu Hen didn't say anything, just nodded heavily.

He knew that the anger in Lin Qiye's heart had reached a point where it could no longer be suppressed.

He clenched his fists, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Miss Mei...Miss Mei?" A trembling voice broke the silence.

Mei Xiaolin slowly walked out from behind the ruins, her face full of worry.

Seeing Lin Qiye's collapse, she felt distressed and hurried forward. She raised her hand lightly, and three gentle mental magic spells silently merged into Lin Qiye's body.

The manic emotions gradually subsided, and Lin Qiye's eyes gradually became clear again, but the sadness in his eyes became even more intense.

"Brother Fan... he's gone..." His voice was hoarse, like a piece of broken glass.

Wu Hen patted his shoulder and said in a heavy tone: "My condolences, Lao Cang. Now is not the time to be sad. We have to make that troublemaker pay the price!"

Lin Qiye stood up suddenly, with the flame of revenge burning in his eyes.

He drew the long knife from his waist, and the blade reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"Take me to find Luo Xiaoji! I'll make him pay for his blood debt with blood!"

Wu Hen smiled evilly: "Just what I want! System, navigation! Target: Troublemaker Luo Xiaoji!"

"Ding! Navigation activated, target locked, distance 3.5 kilometers, recommended means of transportation: shared bicycle."

Wu Hen: “…”

"Lao Cang, let's go! If I don't beat Luo Xiaoji into Luo Xiaoji today, I will write my name Wu Hen upside down!"

The two men turned into two streams of light and rushed towards the edge of Cangnan City.

At the same time, on the edge of Cangnan City, Luo Xiaoji was preparing to tear through space and leave.

However, an invisible force locked the space tightly, making him unable to move.

"What's going on? The space is blocked?" Luo Xiaoji frowned, feeling a little uneasy.

The next moment, two figures appeared in front of him. They were Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

"Hehe, it seems you treat me as a whetstone." Luo Xiaoji sneered, with a trace of contempt in his eyes.

Lin Qiye said nothing, but slowly raised his long sword, with the tip pointing directly at Luo Xiaoji.

The overwhelming murderous intent pressed down on Luo Xiaoji like a substance.

"You will be buried with Cangnan's demise!"

Feeling the powerful force emanating from Lin Qiye, Luo Xiaoji did not dare to be careless. He released his divine power and tried to suppress Lin Qiye.

The two powerful forces collided with each other, and the surrounding space shook violently.

Wu Hen flexed his wrist and a playful smile appeared on his face: "There's going to be something interesting to watch..."

Then, he turned his head and looked at Lin Qiye, "Lao Cang, you go first, I'll cover the rear, and record a video while I'm at it, and post it on WeChat Moments later."

Lin Qiye: “…”

"and many more!"

Luo Xiaoji suddenly said, "Do you really think..."