Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The transparent door swayed like jelly, emitting an unsettling wave.

Wu Hen poked it curiously and felt a tingling sensation at his fingertips.

"Oh my god, this thing is electrified?" he exclaimed.

The caregiver uttered a string of strange code words, and the door slowly opened, revealing a dim corridor inside.

"Brother, I'll take you here. You know the rules." The caregiver patted Wu Hen's shoulder with an expression that said, "Good luck to you."

"The activity area closes at 2pm, don't overdo it!"

Wu Hen raised his eyebrows and said with a sly smile, "Don't worry, big brother. I'm famous for being punctual. Unlike some people, who don't want to leave once they get in."

The caregiver laughed dryly and didn't respond to his words.

"Remember, those guys in there are all a little bit mentally ill. Those guys in white robes on the left are the 'seriously ill' group. Don't mess with them."

"The ones on the right wearing grey robes are the 'very sick' group, and they're relatively easy to talk to. As for those wearing black robes... stay as far away as possible, understand?"

Wu Hen nodded seriously. "I see. The white robe is for the King, the grey robe is for the Diamond, and the black robe is for the Star. This ranking competition is quite unique!"

The caregiver's mouth twitched. "Anyway, be careful and don't cause trouble."

After saying that, he turned and left, as if he would be infected with some virus if he stayed for another second.

Wu Hen whistled and swaggered into the activity area.

As soon as I entered, I felt countless eyes falling on me.

There were all kinds of looks, curious, inquisitive, greedy, and even a hint of...

eager?

"Newcomer?" A burly man with a face full of flesh and a hideous scar on his left cheek walked over and asked in a muffled voice.

Wu Hen looked him up and down, and said in amazement: "Hey, big brother, your scar is quite unique. Did you get a Balala Fairies tattoo on your face?"

Scarface's face darkened and he was about to lose his temper when a white-haired old man next to him stopped him.

"Young man, are you new here?" the old man asked with a smile and a friendly tone.

"Yes, what advice do you have for me, old man?" Wu Hen replied with a smile.

The old man stroked his beard and said meaningfully, "Young man, this is not a good place. If you want to live comfortably, you must learn to be humble..."

Wu Hen suddenly approached the old man and asked, "Grandpa, do you know where there's WiFi here? I want to watch some TikTok."

Old man: "..."

At this moment, a cold voice came from the corner: "Master Han, this kid looks delicate and tender, why not..."

The sound stopped abruptly, but it made people shudder.

Wu Hen blew a loud whistle and looked around.

On the towering walls, there is a watchtower at intervals.

There were black searchlights mounted on top, like huge eyes, staring coldly at everything in the activity area.

The ground was bumpy, as if it had been hit by a meteorite. The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, mixed with some indescribable strange smell that made people want to vomit.

"This place is even more shabby than the Internet cafe in my hometown." Wu Hen complained.

His appearance was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The prisoners who were originally doing their own things stopped what they were doing and their eyes fell on him.

There are curious ones, vigilant ones, greedy ones, and...

With a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

Scarface licked his lips, a fierce gleam in his eyes.

He stroked the iron rod in his hand, ready to take action.

"This kid looks delicate and tender, he should be easy to deal with..."

Elder Han calmly held Scarface's arm and shook his head slightly.

"Fourth brother was too impulsive, that's why he was killed by that little lunatic. Better safe than sorry, let's wait and see."

"Mr. Han, are you scared?" Scarface asked provocatively.

Han Da Lao sneered, "Afraid? I just don't want to waste time on some unimportant things."

"If this guy is really a pushover, he'll become my plaything sooner or later."

Wu Hen seemed completely unaware of the undercurrents around him. He took out his cell phone and took a picture of the towering wall.

"I need to post a comment on WeChat Moments about this place. It's hell on earth!"

He was about to edit the text when he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from behind.

"Boy, you are so arrogant..." A hoarse voice sounded in his ears.