Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Boss Han smiled sinisterly: "What? You suspect me?" Scarface waved his hands quickly: "No, I dare not! It's just... that pretty boy has delicate skin and tender flesh, he doesn't look like the ruthless character who can kill Ren Bufan!" Boss Han sneered: "Killing people does not rely on brute force. Although the one-eyed guy looks big and strong, he is actually an embroidered pillow, good-looking but useless. To be able to kill him silently and deal with it so cleanly, he is definitely not an ordinary Ren Bufan." He paused, a gleam in his eyes, "In my opinion, the murderer is very likely... those old foxes who stay in the fasting center all year round!"

Scarface was stunned: "A vegetarian retreat? How can they be so capable when they eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures all day long?" Boss Han snorted disdainfully: "Eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures? They are just pretending! That kind of place is full of filth and all kinds of monsters. They are scheming, ruthless, and kill people without being seen. That is their true face!" He patted Scarface's shoulder, "Go, call those old guys over to me, I have something to ask them!"

Meanwhile, in the prison cafeteria.

An Qing'er took the dinner tray and walked to the corner and sat down.

Looking at the fishy steamed fish on the plate, she sighed: "Oh, fish again... I really hate eating fish." She poked the fish meat with a look of disgust.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared at the cafeteria door.

An Qing'er's eyes lit up and she waved quickly, "Lin Qiye! Here!"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked side by side.

Wu Hen approached An Qing'er with a smirk on his face: "Little An'an, what delicious food do you want to eat today?" An Qing'er rolled her eyes at him: "Fish, do you want any?" Wu Hen exaggeratedly made a vomiting expression: "Spare me! This stuff makes me want to vomit just by smelling it!" He rolled his eyes and looked at Lin Qiye: "Brother Qiye, what about you? Do you want to try Little An'an's love fish?" Lin Qiye smiled and shook his head: "I've eaten it." As soon as he finished speaking, the cafeteria door was pushed open again, and Boss Han walked in with a group of aggressive prisoners, his eyes fixed on Lin Qiye and Wu Hen...

Boss Han and his group walked up to Lin Qiye aggressively. Before he could say anything, Wu Hen jumped out with a sly smile on his face: "Hey, isn't this Boss Han? What brings you here? Are you planning to send us brothers to jail?"

Boss Han narrowed his eyes, looked Wu Hen up and down, and snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense! Let me ask you, did you kill One-Eye?"

Wu Hen widened his eyes in pretended surprise: "Oh my god, this is so unfair to me! I am just an ordinary citizen, powerless, how can I have the ability to kill someone? Besides, the one-eyed man and I have no grudges against each other, why should I kill him? Are you bored?" As he spoke, he patted his stomach seriously.

"Stop pretending!" A scarred man beside Boss Han roared, "Our boss saw you come out of One-Eye's cell with his own eyes!"

Wu Hen spread his hands, looking innocent: "What's wrong with me going to his cell? I went to borrow a light, is that not okay?"

"Borrow a light?" Scarface sneered, "Do you think we're fools? Who would ask for a light in the middle of the night?"

Wu Hen shrugged: "Who knows? Maybe I'm just a night owl and like to light fires at night?" As he spoke, he winked at Scarface.

Boss Han couldn't stand it any longer and punched Wu Hen.

Wu Hen was prepared and dodged it easily, then slapped Scarface in the face with his backhand.

With a crisp "pa" sound, Scarface was stunned.

"You dare to hit me?!" Scarface covered his face and roared.

Wu Hen curled his lips in disdain: "What's wrong with hitting you? With your IQ, I still feel bad about dirtying my hands!"

Seeing that a melee was about to break out, Lin Qiye suddenly said: "Boss Han, we have something else to do, so we'll take our leave first." After that, he pulled Wu Hen and turned to leave.

Boss Han and the others were stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly chased after him.

"Stop! Don't even think about running away!"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked out of the cafeteria and came to the prison activity area.

An Qing'er came out of the cafeteria, glanced at the activity area, shook her head regretfully, and walked towards the cell, muttering to herself, "Strange, where did Ren Bufan go?"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen came to the transparent door leading to the mental hospital.

Wu Hen rubbed his shoulders and complained, "The training in this training camp is too tiring. It's almost killing me!"

Lin Qiye smiled and said nothing.

He noticed that Wu Laoquan was squatting in the corner, seemingly looking at something.

Out of curiosity, Lin Qiye also squatted down and looked in the direction Wu Laoquan was looking, but saw nothing.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Qiye asked.

Wu Laoquan raised his head and waved mysteriously at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, "Come here, I'll tell you a secret..."

Old Dog God Wu waved mysteriously, signaling Lin Qiye and Wu Hen to come closer.

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't wake up Xiaohua." He pointed to an inconspicuous stone in the corner with a serious expression.

Wu Hen was completely bewildered. "Little Flower? What the hell is that? Is this stone a spirit?"

Lin Qiye was also a little confused, but he still cooperated by lowering his voice: "Wu Laoquan, is there anything special about this stone?"

"Shh..." Wu Laoquan raised a finger, pretending to be profound. "Little Flower is not an ordinary stone, it is my... pet!"

Wu Hen almost burst out laughing: "Pet? Stone? You have a really unique taste!"

"Xiaohuaer is dead." Wu Laoquan suddenly looked gloomy and spoke in a low voice.

Wu Hen's mouth twitched: "Dead? A piece of stone... can it die?"

"Yes, he was crushed to death by Little Potato a few days ago." Old Dog Wu sighed, as if he had really lost something important.

"Little potato?" Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other, becoming even more confused.

Wu Laoquan pointed to another slightly larger stone and said, "That's it, Little Potato, my other pet."

Just as the two were completely speechless, the transparent door leading to the mental hospital opened and a nurse poked her head out: "Lin Qiye, Wu Hen, it's time to go back!"

"Coming!" Wu Hen responded and stood up to leave.

Another nurse came over and shouted to Wu Laoquan, "Wu Laoquan, go back and take your medicine!"

Wu Laoquan pointed at a blade of grass at his feet, looking nervous: "Shh! Keep your voice down, don't wake up the grass..."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other and saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

Wu Hen shrugged and whispered to Lin Qiye, "Let's go, Brother Qiye. It seems that things are not going to be peaceful in the mental hospital tonight..."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen followed the nurse back to the mental hospital.

On the way, Wu Hen asked curiously, "Dude, what's going on with this Wu Old Dog? He's been talking nonsense every day. Could he really be treating the stone as a pet?"

The nurse looked helpless: "Who knows? The old man is not mentally normal. Only Doctor Li knows the specific situation." Wu Hen wanted to ask more, but the nurse had already pushed him into the metal hut, "Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed, don't ask any nonsense!"

After returning to the cabin, Wu Hen took a shower, lay on the bed and began to think about his escape plan.

Unfortunately, I racked my brains but couldn't figure it out, and finally I entered the spiritual world in a daze.

On the other side, in the lobby of the mental hospital, Bukira was standing on the table and reciting aloud the "poem" he had written.

"Ah! My little bread, why are you so sweet..." He chanted with great emotion, making everyone's scalp tingle.

Finally, Ha Xiaogou couldn't stand this mental torture anymore, and he hit his head against the wall and fainted.

Li Zekai and Azhuer were well prepared. One of them had two balls of cotton stuffed in his ears, but his face was still pale.

Wu Hen came out of the spiritual world, stretched, and walked out of the hut.

Seeing Li Zekai and Azhuer looking hopeless, he asked curiously, "What's going on? They all look like they've lost their souls."

Li Zekai weakly pointed to the rooftop: "Bukila... is reciting poetry again..."

"Where is Hong Xiaoyan? Doesn't she care?" Wu Hen asked.

Li Zekai pointed to the rooftop: "It's up there..."

Wu Hen looked up and saw Hong Xiaoyan kicking Bukira, who was immersed in poetry, down from the rooftop...

"Ah——" a scream pierced the night sky.

The corners of Wu Hen's mouth twitched, and he muttered to himself: "This scene... seems familiar..." Suddenly, he felt someone patting his shoulder.

Looking back, Lin Qiye was standing behind him, looking at him with complicated eyes, "Wu Hen, I seem to have discovered something..."