Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"My ability is... to recite poems and compose couplets to trigger strange phenomena in heaven and earth!" Wu Hen pointed at the flame on his fingertips with a proud look on his face.

Before Lin Qiye could complain about the strangeness of this ability, the black-robed man snorted coldly: "A mere trifle."

The black-robed man attacked as fast as lightning, and a powerful force knocked Wu Hen and Lin Qiye away.

The toilet wall collapsed and the two men fell in the rubble in a mess.

"Cough cough..."

Wu Hen spit out a mouthful of dust, rubbed his butt and stood up, "You're so cruel, you don't know how to be gentle with women at all."

Lin Qiye got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and stared at the man in black robes with a serious look: "Who are you?"

The black-robed man ignored Lin Qiye's question and stared at Wu Hen coldly: "Your ability is very special... Hand it over, and I can spare your life."

Wu Hen curled his lips and said, "My ability is to recite poems and compose couplets. How can I submit it? Do you want to listen to me recite a poem called 'Goose, Goose, Goose'?"

The man in black robe seemed to be angered by Wu Hen's nonsense and attacked again.

This time, Lin Qiye was well prepared and stood in front of Wu Hen.

The two men engaged in a fierce battle with the man in black robes.

In the end, under the suppression of the Zhenxu Monument, the man in black robe did not dare to fight and chose to retreat.

Exhausted, Wu Hen returned to bed and fell asleep.

In his dream, he returned to the familiar Sunshine Mental Hospital.

Old Dog Wu squatted in the corner, muttering to himself.

"Old Wu, what are you mumbling about?" Wu Hen asked curiously.

Wu Laoquan raised his head and stared at Wu Hen with empty eyes: "What do you like to eat?"

"I like to eat meat, all kinds of meat! Braised pork, grilled meat, stewed meat..." Wu Hen counted on his fingers.

“Meat…meat…”

Wu Laoquan repeated the word, and suddenly, as if he remembered something, his eyes lit up, "You like to eat... chaos?"

"chaos?"

Wu Hen was stunned. Of course he liked this thing, but he always felt that these two words sounded strange coming from Wu Laoquan's mouth. It seemed like he had heard it somewhere before...

"Chaos... Chaos..." Wu Hen muttered silently, a sense of déjà vu flooding his heart...

Suddenly, Wu Laoquan stood up abruptly, pointed out the window and shouted, "It's dawn!"

Wu Hen suddenly sat up from the bed, his heart pounding.

The sky outside the window is still dark, with only a few lonely stars twinkling.

"Oh my god, what a dream! Old Wu actually asked me if I liked wontons? What kind of confusing behavior is this?"

Wu Hen scratched his hair, feeling like his head was a mess.

ravioli……

Why does this word sound so familiar?

It's like there's a lump stuck in your throat, you can't spit it out or swallow it, it's so uncomfortable.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the fasting hall was solemn.

Elder Han sat in the main seat, tapping the table with his fingers, making a dull sound.

"So, apart from that new guy and Lin Qiye, everyone else can prove their alibi?"

"Yes, boss."

Scarface replied respectfully, "During the time One-Eye died, the other brothers were either on patrol or...well, dealing with personal issues."

"There are witnesses, and the alibi is perfect."

"Perfect!"

Han Da Lao slammed the table.

"Then tell me, how did One-Eye die? He couldn't have killed himself, could he?"

Scarface shrank his neck and whispered, "Boss, could it be... those guys from the [Believers] who did it?"

Elder Han was silent for a moment. The strength of the "Believers" gang was unfathomable. If they really wanted to investigate them, the fasting center might not be able to withstand it.

"【believer】……"

Han Da Lao repeated the name in a low voice, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

"We have to be careful about this matter. I'm going to investigate it myself."

Scarface hesitated for a moment and said, "Boss, those two new guys..."

"up to you."

Han Da Lao waved his hand.

"What kind of waves can a brat who is still wet behind the ears and a freak who writes poetry and couplets make?"

Scarface took the order and left, a sinister smile on his face.

Wu Hen stretched lazily. The chaotic dream gave him a headache.

He decided to wash his face first to wake himself up. As soon as he reached the door, he saw Lin Qiye standing outside with a serious expression.

"What's wrong, Lao Lin? You look so bad, are you constipated?" Wu Hen teased.

Lin Qiye shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Someone is coming..."

Before he finished speaking, a heavy sound of footsteps came from afar and stopped outside the door.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door.