Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye gently pushed open the door.

In the room, a man in a hospital gown was sitting in front of a harp. His slender fingers plucked the strings, and melodious music poured out like flowing water.

This picture is unexpectedly harmonious.

Lin Qiye, Wu Hen and Li Zekai stood at the door, stunned for a moment.

"Fuck, this guy can play the piano?" Wu Hen muttered in a low voice, with an incredible look on his face.

He originally thought that the person living in this ward was a guy even crazier than him, but he didn't expect that he was actually an artistic youth.

However, this harmonious picture did not last long.

"Ah~ Five Rings, you have one more ring than Four Rings~"

A rough and sharp voice, like a devil's sound piercing the ears, broke the beauty of the piano sound.

The man continued to pluck the strings, but he sang lyrics that were completely inconsistent with the atmosphere of elegant art.

The three people's faces turned pale in an instant.

"I take it back."

Wu Hen's mouth twitched, "This guy is even crazier than me."

The melodious piano music and the rough singing voice intertwined together to form a weird "symphony" that made people's scalp tingle.

Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment and gently closed the door a little.

"I think... we should not disturb him for now."

Ni Yaqi and Mei Xiaolin had arrived at the door at some point, and when they heard this enchanting "performance", they both looked helpless.

Ni Yaqi nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it's better to let him stay alone."

"How about we put a seal on this door?" Mei Xiaolin suggested.

However, just as she finished her words, the door was suddenly pushed open from the inside...

Mei Xiaolin had just finished muttering "seal" when the ward door creaked open.

A head popped out from the crack in the door, its messy hair like a bird's nest, and its face was stained with something unknown.

He blinked his eyes and said in an extremely innocent tone, "Brothers and sisters, is there any misunderstanding? Do I sing well?"

This is the "musician" in the ward - Bukira.

Lin Qiye looked at Bukira expressionlessly, then silently closed the door and gestured to Mei Xiaolin: "Xiaolin, come here."

Wu Hen was clutching his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten his back. "Oh my god, I'm dying of laughter! This guy is incredible! Xiaolin, give him a good hard time!"

Mei Xiaolin rubbed his hands, eager to try: "Don't worry, Brother Qiye, leave it to me!"

Just as she was about to take action, the door handle began to shake violently, as if the person inside wanted to get out.

Lin Qiye was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed the door handle and didn't move at all.

An angry roar came from inside the door: "Open the door! Let me out! I want to sing! My singing can fill the world with love!"

Lin Qiye still had no expression on his face, but he was secretly exerting force with his hands.

With a "click", the door handle broke.

Lin Qiye stared blankly at the half door handle in his hand, a look of astonishment on his face.

Inside the ward, Bukira was also stunned when he saw the half door handle left in his hand.

Then, he slowly raised his head and revealed a strange smile...

The door of the ward was suddenly thrown open, and Bukira came in with a messy hair and a face covered in what looked like a mixture of ketchup and mustard.

He was still holding the broken half of the door handle in his hand, like a flag of victory.

"Hello everyone! I am Bukela, the god of poetry and music!"

He grinned, revealing a row of uneven teeth, looking like a homeless man who had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

Lin Qiye quickly put the broken door handle into his pocket, then looked at Bukila calmly.

Wu Hen was trying to hold back his laughter so hard that his stomach hurt, and he made a "puff puff" sound from time to time.

"The God of Poetry and Music? Are you sure you didn't walk into the wrong set?"

Wu Hen finally couldn't help but complain, "With this look, I'd believe it if someone said he was an elder of the Beggars' Sect."

Lin Qiye opened his own exclusive panel, and Bukela's information suddenly appeared in front of him: Bukela, the god of poetry and music, current status: mental abnormality.

"Mr. Bukira,"

Lin Qiye decided to get straight to the point. "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

Bukira tilted his head, looking bewildered. "Not feeling well? No! I feel great! I've never felt better!"

He turned around and closed his eyes in ecstasy.

"I feel like I am full of artistic energy now, and I exude charming charm all over my body!"

"charm?"

Wu Hen pointed at the stain on Bukira's face and suppressed a smile. "Are you sure this isn't the charm of ketchup and mustard?"

Lin Qiye cleared his throat and decided to guide him in a different way: "Mr. Bukira, think carefully, has anything unusual happened recently?"

"For example, do you feel that you are... different from before?"

Bukira stroked his chin, thinking for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Different? That's right! I found that I have become... unusually good-looking recently!"

He grabbed Lin Qiye's arm and said excitedly: "Do you feel that my eyes and my temperament have undergone earth-shaking changes?"

Lin Qiye looked at Bukira's face covered with unknown stains, his mouth twitching slightly, and he ranted in his heart: Big Brother, isn't your aesthetic a bit...

奇？

Wu Hen was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, and tears were almost coming out: "Brother, your looks are simply beyond the sky! I admit defeat!"

As he spoke, he quietly retreated and prepared to slip away.

Lin Qiye couldn't stand the charm of this "eye-catching" thing.

Resisting the urge to turn around and leave, he coughed dryly and said, "Mr. Bukira, we have something else to do, so we'll leave first. You... have a good rest."

After saying that, he pulled Wu Hen, who was still laughing wildly, and fled out of the ward.

After going downstairs, Lin Qiye found Li Zekai and said seriously, "Zekai, please pay more attention to Mr. Bukira in Ward 1809. His situation is quite special. If he shows any unusual behavior, notify me immediately."

Although Li Zekai looked confused, he nodded seriously.

Back in his ward, Lin Qiye sighed deeply and collapsed on the bed.

This mental hospital is really full of hidden talents!

He picked up the remote control and prepared to watch TV to relax.

Just then, Li Zekai knocked on the door and came in: "Mr. Lin, it's time for free time."

Lin Qiye stood up and followed Li Zekai out of the ward.

When he passed the password-locked door at the end of the corridor, he saw Li Zekai enter a complex password.

Lin Qiye observed calmly, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"This code..." He murmured in a low voice, his tone meaningful.