Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Li Zekai rubbed his mouth, which was numb from being covered, and said with a look of grievance: "Brother Ye, you are trying to murder me! I almost suffocated!"

Wu Hen gloated at the side: "Old Li, your lung capacity is not good enough, it seems that you need to strengthen your exercise."

"How about I teach you a set of ancestral breath-holding techniques?"

As he spoke, he made a strange gesture and squinted his eyes, looking very funny.

Lin Qiye held his forehead helplessly: "Alright, both of you stop messing around. The reason I didn't let Lao Li talk about it is because this matter is too weird."

"That guy Bukira usually looks pretty normal, but he suddenly sleepwalked and made such a big noise. There must be something wrong."

"I want to talk to him privately first and feel out his reaction."

"Brother Ye, do you suspect that he has been possessed by another spirit?" Li Zekai looked shocked.

"It's not the case that I can take over someone else's body,"

Lin Qiye shook his head. "But I think he might be... affected by something."

Wu Hen touched his chin and said, "Could it be the legendary... possession by a ghost?"

Lin Qiye and Li Zekai rolled their eyes at him at the same time.

"Okay, stop talking about this useless stuff."

"Old Li, keep a close eye on Bukira during this period. Tell me immediately if there's anything unusual."

Lin Qiye warned, "Also, keep this matter secret for now, don't let anyone else know."

"I understand!" Li Zekai nodded solemnly.

At the same time, in the gloomy prison of the fasting house, a woman in prison uniform was dragging heavy chains and moving slowly forward under the escort of prison guards.

Her name was An Qing'er. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, covering most of her face, leaving only a pair of cold eyes exposed.

In the cells on both sides, pairs of greedy and ferocious eyes stared at her, as if they wanted to eat her alive.

An Qing'er didn't care at all. She slowly raised her head, and a barely perceptible gray light flashed in her eyes.

The prison guard who led the way was a burly man in black. He stopped in front of a cell.

In a low voice, he said, "Number 087, your new roommate."

The man in black, Ren Bufan, stopped and tapped the rusty iron railing with his fingers.

He said in a muffled voice, "087, your new roommate is here." After that, he took out the key and unlocked the shackles on An Qing'er's feet.

An Qing'er walked into the cell with graceful steps without saying a word.

She looked around. The cramped space was filled with a disgusting musty smell.

There was an accumulation of unknown dirt in the corners, emitting a foul stench.

She frowned slightly, but still stood straight, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

In the cell, a burly man with a face full of flesh was lying on a dirty straw mat.

One eye was covered by a black eye patch, and the single eye stared at her fiercely.

This man is No. 087, also known as the "One-Eyed Evil".

When he saw An Qing'er, who had fair skin and beautiful looks, and whose clothes, though worn out, could not hide her beautiful figure, he immediately became lustful.

He licked his cracked lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Girl, what did you do to get in here?"

An Qing'er glanced at him coldly, and said sparingly: "Stealing things."

The one-eyed man laughed evilly, revealing his yellow teeth: "Stealing? You're quite brave! In this fasting center, stealing is a serious crime. But..."

He paused, sat up from the straw mat, and approached An Qing'er step by step.

"As long as you listen to me, I can protect you and make sure you have everything you need here."

An Qing'er still had no expression on her face, just watching him approach quietly.

The one-eyed evil man reached out to touch An Qing'er's face, but she dodged him nimbly.

He wasn't annoyed, but even more excited: "Oh, you're still a hot-tempered one! I like it!"

He grabbed An Qing'er's wrist and pulled her in front of him.

He said viciously: "Girl, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit! If you know what's good for you, just follow me obediently, otherwise..."

An Qing'er's eyes were still cold, without any fear.

She spoke slowly, her voice as cold as ice: "Just relying on your... useless body?"

An Qing'er's words pierced the self-esteem of the one-eyed evil like a sharp needle.

He flew into a rage: "Little bitch, how dare you call me a loser?!"

"Today I will let you know what a real man is!"

After saying that, he raised his big hand like a palm-leaf fan and was about to fan An Qing'er in the face.

An Qing'er raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a hint of contempt: "With your speed, I'm afraid you can't even touch the corner of my clothes."

Before the one-eyed evil's slap landed, An Qing'er's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

The next moment, she appeared behind the one-eyed evil man, and her slender fingers gently touched the back of his neck.

"you……"

The one-eyed evil man only felt a numbness in the back of his neck, and all the strength in his body was drained away in an instant. He collapsed to the ground like mud.

"I advise you to be honest,"

An Qing'er's voice was still cold, "Otherwise, I don't mind letting you taste something even more powerful."

The one-eyed evil man lay on the ground, his eyes filled with fear and resentment, but he dared not make any more moves.

A few hours later, the cell door creaked open.

The door opened and a rough voice came from outside: "It's free time, everyone come out!"

The prisoners in the cell stood up one after another, dragging their heavy chains and walking out of the cell in an orderly manner.

An Qing'er also mixed in the crowd and slowly followed the team.

The one-eyed evil followed behind An Qing'er, with a sinister gleam in his eyes.

He lowered his voice and said viciously: "Little girl, don't think you have won!"

"When we get outside, I'll find a way to deal with you!"

An Qing'er didn't even turn her head, but just said lightly: "I'll wait."

Walking out of the cell, the view suddenly opened up and a huge circular square appeared in front of everyone.

In the center of the square, a raging flame burned on a towering stone pillar.

All around, a group of prison guards in black, holding long whips, vigilantly watched the prisoners' every move.

An Qing'er looked around, a barely perceptible gleam in her eyes.

She slowly walked towards the center of the square, where something seemed to be attracting her...

"Hey, girl, where are you going?"

The one-eyed evil blocked An Qing'er's way and said, "That's a restricted area. Don't you want to live?"

An Qing'er glanced at him coldly and said, "Go away."

The one-eyed evil was frightened by her sharp gaze and subconsciously took a step back.

An Qing'er ignored him and walked straight towards the stone pillar in the center of the square...

When the free time came, the prison door opened and the prisoners rushed out like wild dogs, and An Qing'er was among them.

The one-eyed evil ghost followed her closely, his eyes full of calculation.

The square was filled with noise and all kinds of obscene words were heard one after another, but the noise could not cover up the evil thoughts in the one-eyed man's heart.

He grabbed An Qing'er's collar and dragged her to a dirty toilet in the corner of the square like an eagle catching a chick.

"Little bitch, I wonder how long you can keep pretending!"

The one-eyed man grinned evilly, pushed An Qing'er into the bathroom, and locked the door.

Then, he took out a sticky object from his pocket.

He pasted the paste on the surveillance camera above the toilet door. The whole action was done in one go, and it was obvious that he was a habitual offender.

One-Eye Evil walked to the sink and washed his hands slowly.

While saying to An Qing'er: "Do you know what happened in this place before?"

"There was a new guy who was just as stubborn as you. I killed him, chopped him up and flushed him down the drain. Not even a bone was left!"

"The pipes in this fasting center are much thicker than those outside, hehe..."

As he spoke, he glanced at An Qing'er with a suggestive look and a threatening tone.

An Qing'er looked around, and her eyes finally fell on the sewer entrance next to the sink. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about something.

"How's it going? Are you scared?"

The one-eyed evil man grinned smugly, "It's not too late to beg for mercy now, as long as you..."

"The diameter of this sewer..."

An Qing'er suddenly spoke up, interrupting One-Eye Evil's words, "It seems to be bigger than normal?"

The smile on the one-eyed evil man's face froze instantly. He stared at An Qing'er fiercely and said in a gloomy tone, "What do you mean?"