Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen flipped open the Three Hundred Tang Poems, pointed at one of them, and winked at Lin Qiye: "Old Lin, the time has come to witness a miracle! Watch me flood Jinshan Temple!"

He cleared his throat and recited with great emotion: "The sun shines on the incense burner, and purple smoke rises. In the distance, I see a waterfall hanging in front of the river..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of water appeared out of nowhere, but this time it was not a downpour, but a soft trickle that fell from the sky.

Wu Hen coughed awkwardly twice and wiped the water droplets off his face: "Ahem... This Li Bai's water seems a little weak..."

"I don't know if you're weak or not, but you definitely caught a cold."

Lin Qiye looked at Wu Hen, who was soaked and shivering, and couldn't help but complain.

"Are you sure this ability of yours isn't hilarious? Being able to summon wind and rain just by reciting poetry and composing couplets, why does it sound so childish?"

Wu Hen rubbed his nose and said unconvincedly: "This is called art, you don't understand! I just haven't fully mastered the technique yet."

He rubbed his hands together and thought for a moment, "I understand! The key is the artistic conception! I have to resonate with the poem!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes, imagined the magnificent waterfall described in Li Bai's poem, the majestic momentum of the waterfall plunging three thousand feet, and recited the poem silently in his heart.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Lin Qiye: "Old Lin, watch carefully, this time it's——"

"A waterfall falling straight down--" Wu Hen roared suddenly, like a thunderclap out of nowhere, making Lin Qiye's eardrums buzz.

Before Lin Qiye could react and complain about this exaggerated performance, a stream of water that was more than a hundred times stronger than before suddenly gushed out from Wu Hen's body!

"Oh my god!" Lin Qiye watched the water flow, like a flood that broke through the dam, sweeping across the entire room in an instant!

"Three thousand feet!" Wu Hen shouted the second half of the sentence proudly, but he didn't notice that the power of the water flow was far beyond his imagination.

"Cough cough cough..." Lin Qiye was caught off guard and was hit by the water. He choked on the water several times and finally managed to stabilize his body.

He wiped the water off his face and looked at Wu Hen in confusion. This guy was simply a walking disaster!

"Awesome! With this kind of power, he's definitely a water mage!"

Wu Hen was dancing with excitement, not noticing that the water in the room was almost above his knees.

"What a magician!"

Lin Qiye yelled angrily, "Turn off your faucet immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scream from the corridor: "Oh my God!"

Immediately afterwards, a figure was washed out by the water, drew a graceful arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

It was none other than Li Zekai who came rushing over after hearing the noise.

"Zekai!"

Lin Qiye was horrified and quickly waded over to help him up. "Are you okay?"

Li Zekai's face was soaked with water, his hair sticking to his face, and he looked hopeless: "I... I feel like I'm drowning..."

"Don't panic, I'm here!" A petite figure flew in from outside the door - it was Azhuer!

It's just that she was swept in by the current.

Azhuer spun several times in the air like a top, and finally fell into Lin Qiye's arms with a "bang".

Lin Qiye: “…”

"Ouch, my old waist!" Ah Zhuer rubbed her waist and climbed up from Lin Qiye's arms with a painful look on her face.

The entire first floor has been completely transformed into a water park...

Wu Hen looked at the chaotic scene before him, scratched his head, and asked weakly, "Um... I think I went too far?"

Lin Qiye took a deep breath and said word by word: "You! Say! What?!"

"Oh my god! Which immortal failed to transcend the tribulation?"

A lazy voice came from the second floor, accompanied by a series of "thump thump thump" sounds coming down the stairs, and Mei Xiaolin's figure appeared at the stairs.

She was sleepy, her hair was messy, and she was still wearing pajamas, but she was holding a staff carved with intricate patterns tightly in her hand.

Seeing the first floor flooded with water, Mei Xiaolin instantly woke up, his eyes widening like bells. "Wow, this is the high-definition remake of the Jinshan Temple Flood 2.0! The special effects are even more realistic than last time!"

Wu Hen scratched his head and said with an awkward smile: "Sister Xiaolin, good morning... Um, it was an accident, a complete accident..."

"What a surprise!"

Lin Qiye picked up a slipper from the water and threw it at Wu Hen. "Are you trying to turn this mental hospital into a swimming pool?"

Wu Hen nimbly dodged the slipper attack and said with a playful smile, "Old Lin, don't be angry. Look, it's so lively here, perfect for a water volleyball game!"

"What kind of competition is this!" Li Zekai shivered and hugged his arms. "I'm almost frozen into a popsicle!"

Ah Zhuer was very happy and started to swim in the water, shouting: "Wuhu~ Take off~"

Mei Xiaolin sighed helplessly, raised his staff, and muttered something.

A soft light emanated from the top of the staff, and a magical scene occurred - the accumulated water on the first floor seemed to be attracted by something and quickly gathered towards the staff, eventually forming a huge water ball that floated in the air.

Mei Xiaolin waved her staff, and the water ball slowly floated towards a space crack that appeared out of thin air behind her, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The first floor was dry again, as if the flood just now was just an illusion.

Ah Zhuer climbed down from the wall and patted the water stains on his body.

Smiling, she said to Mei Xiaolin, "Sister Xiaolin, good morning! It was just a small accident, don't worry about it..."

Mei Xiaolin looked at her with a half-smile: "Oh? A little accident? It seems I'll have to give each of you a swimming ring from now on."

She retracted her staff and turned her gaze towards Wu Hen, a hint of amusement in her eyes: "Xiao Wu, your ability is really... unique."

Wu Hen chuckled: "Sister Xiaolin, you're too kind. I only have a superficial understanding, a little understanding..."

"Understand a little bit?"

Mei Xiaolin raised an eyebrow, "I see you know quite a lot..."

She walked up to Wu Hen, leaned close to his ear, and whispered,

"Would you like me to help you develop a more... more advanced usage?"

Wu Hen felt a chill on his back, swallowed his saliva, and laughed dryly: "Ha...haha...Sister Xiaolin is joking..."

Lin Qiye walked up to Wu Hen, patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Wu Hen, I think you need to calm down recently..."

He paused and added, "A very calm kind..."

Lin Qiye grabbed Wu Hen's collar and rescued him from Mei Xiaolin's "claws": "Tell me the truth, boy, what's going on with your ability?"

"You can trigger a flood just by reciting a poem. Are you planning to flood the entire world?"

Wu Hen rubbed his neck, which was a little tight, and said with a wronged look: "Lao Lin, swear to God, I didn't know it would be like this!"

"I originally just wanted to create a romantic atmosphere, but who knew the power of poetry would be so strong..."

As he spoke, he suddenly covered his head with his hands, his face turning pale, "Hiss... my head hurts..."

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Lin Qiye quickly let go of his hand and asked with concern.

"It seems... my mental energy has been over-consumed..."

Wu Hen leaned against the wall weakly, "The price of reciting poetry is quite high..."

Mei Xiaolin came over and touched Wu Hen's forehead: "Indeed, the mental fluctuation is very weak."

"It seems that although your ability is powerful, you can't use it carelessly, otherwise you will easily get yourself into trouble."

"What Sister Xiaolin taught me is..."

Wu Hen nodded weakly, "I'll be more careful next time and never dare to play so big again..."

Lin Qiye looked around and confirmed that the mental hospital had not suffered any substantial damage due to this "accident".

He heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, Sister Mei took action in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous..."

"you do not say,"

Ah Zhuer patted his chest with lingering fear.

"I thought I was going to experience the thrill of whitewater rafting in a mental hospital..."

Li Zekai shivered as he wrapped himself tightly in the blanket. He glanced at Wu Hen resentfully, "Next time we go swimming, could you please let me know in advance? I can prepare a lifebuoy..."

Wu Hen smiled awkwardly and was about to say something when suddenly his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, covered with a thick quilt.

"Awake?" a familiar voice sounded.

Wu Hen turned around and saw Lin Qiye sitting by the bed with a book in his hand. It was the "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

"How do you feel?" Lin Qiye put down the book and asked with concern.

"much better……"

Wu Hen rubbed his temples and said, "I just feel a little weak..."

Lin Qiye looked at him, his eyes carrying a hint of inexplicable meaning: "Wu Hen, have you ever thought... that your ability might be more than just reciting poetry?"

Wu Hen was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to think about the meaning of Lin Qiye's words,

Then I heard hurried footsteps outside the door, accompanied by an anxious voice: "Oh no! Dean! Something happened!"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other, and saw a hint of uneasiness in each other's eyes...

The dean rushed into the ward, his corpulent body trembling. He pointed out the window and shouted incoherently, "The… the town monument… it… it's cracked!"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen suddenly jumped out of bed and rushed to the window.

In the distance, I saw that the towering town ruins monument actually had a clearly visible crack!

An indescribable sense of oppression slowly seeped out from the cracks and enveloped the entire city.

"Oh shit! No way! I'm in big trouble!" Wu Hen widened his eyes, feeling that things were getting serious.

Lin Qiye frowned and said in a deep voice, "It seems that your ability is somehow related to the Zhenxu Monument..."

Wu Hen scratched his head. "Connection? What connection? I'm just a little genius in reciting poems. How can I be connected to the Zhenxu Monument?"

"Forget about the contact! Think of a solution!"

The dean was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"If the ruins-suppressing monument really breaks, and all those suppressed demons and monsters come out, we're doomed!"

"calm down!"

Wu Hen patted the dean's shoulder.

"If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. What's there to be afraid of?"

He turned to look at Lin Qiye, "Old Lin, what do you think?"

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go check out the Zhenxu Monument first. Maybe we can find some clues."

The three of them immediately set off for the top of the mountain where the Zhenxu Monument was located.

Along the way, there was a strange tension in the air.

After reaching the top of the mountain, the sight before them made them gasp.

The cracks on the Zhenxu Monument were bigger than before, and streams of black air continued to pour out of the cracks.

Circling in the air, it made a creepy roar.

"This...this is too exciting!" Wu Hen swallowed and felt his legs a little weak.

Lin Qiye's face was solemn as he carefully observed the changes in the Zhenxu Monument, trying to find the pattern behind it.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head and looked at Wu Hen: "When you were reciting the poem earlier, where did the water flow come from?"

"Uh……"

Wu Hen recalled,

"The first time it appeared out of thin air, the second time... the second time it seemed to flow out of the faucet..."

"Faucet?"

Lin Qiye's eyes lit up, "Let's go! Let's go to the bathroom!"

The three of them followed Lin Qiye to the toilet of the mental hospital in confusion.

Lin Qiye pointed at a faucet and said to Wu Hen, "Try to recite another poem!"

Although Wu Hen didn't understand Lin Qiye's intention, he still did as he was told.

He cleared his throat and recited: "The sun shines on the incense burner, creating purple smoke. In the distance, I see a waterfall hanging in front of the river..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of water gushed out from the faucet. The power was much smaller than before, but still very amazing.

"Sure enough!"

A gleam of light flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes.

"Your abilities aren't created out of thin air, but rather guided and amplified! The Ruins Suppression Monument suppresses all abnormal energies. Under its influence, your abilities can only be released through existing media!"

Wu Hen nodded, not quite understanding: "So... my ability is actually a plumber?"

"What should we do now?" the dean asked anxiously. "The cracks in the Zhenxu Monument are getting bigger and bigger!"

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and said, "Try something else!"

He pointed at Wu Hen and said, "Read another poem. This time, make it popular!"

Wu Hen thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "Wildfires cannot be extinguished; spring breezes bring new life..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small flame suddenly appeared at Wu Hen's fingertips!

Wu Hen looked at the flames on his fingertips, then at the cracked Zhenxu Monument in the distance, and suddenly realized: "I understand! My ability is..."

Before he could tell his discovery, he heard a cold voice behind him: "It seems that you have discovered the secret..."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen turned around suddenly, only to see a figure in a black robe and a strange mask on his face appear at the door of the toilet...