Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen stuffed the gift box of "Entering Metaphysics" into Li Qihua's hands.

"Doctor Li, I see that you have an extraordinary talent, a rare genius in metaphysics. I'm giving this set of secret manuals to you. When you become successful in the future, don't forget me, your little brother!"

Li Qihua's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to throw the thing and the gift box away. He took a deep breath and

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

He has figured out Wu Hen's routine. No one would come to see him for no reason. This guy must have something to ask for.

"Hehe, Doctor Li still understands me."

Wu Hen rubbed his hands and said, "Well, about Bukira's situation..."

Li Qihua rubbed his temples. He called Lao Chen for advice, but Lao Chen only spoke mysteriously about "unconventional methods."

He refused to say what it was specifically and said he would talk about it next time they met, which made him feel as uncomfortable as if he were being scratched by a cat.

"Old Chen mentioned methods like forbidden ruins and forbidden objects, which can separate two souls without harming the souls."

Li Qihua paused and said, "However, this is just talk. I have never put it into practice. When it comes to specific operations..." He shook his head, indicating that he was not sure either.

"Forbidden ruins? Forbidden objects?" Wu Hen touched his chin. He was familiar with these two words!

This stuff is everywhere in the God-Slaying World, but unfortunately, he currently doesn't have the ability to get it.

"This is a bit difficult..." He sighed. It seems that it will take more than a day to restore Bugira to normal.

Lin Qiye also understood that curing Bukira would be a long and difficult process.

He patted Wu Hen's shoulder and said, "Take your time. There will always be a way."

At this moment, a melodious voice of reciting poetry came from the direction of the dean's office...

"Ah! My love, your beautiful face is like the stars in the sky..."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance. This voice...

Isn't it Bukira?

The two of them immediately stood up and walked towards the dean's office.

"What's wrong with this guy again..." Wu Hen muttered, pushing open the door of the dean's office...

In the dean's office, Bukira sat behind his desk, holding a pen in his hand.

She recited to the air affectionately: "Ah! My love, your long, smooth hair cascades down like a waterfall, and your charming smile warms my heart like a spring breeze..."

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye stood at the door, their faces filled with black lines. This painting style was too weird.

"Old Bu, what are you doing?" Wu Hen couldn't help but speak.

Bukira was interrupted and looked at the door blankly.

"Huh? Oh, it's you guys... I'm missing my wife."

Li Qihua had caught up with them at some point. He pushed up his glasses.

He explained: "When two souls coexist in one body, the mental state will be very complicated and needs to be channeled in time to avoid mental rejection reactions, otherwise the situation will worsen."

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye were completely bewildered. This was even harder to understand than listening to a heavenly book.

Li Qihua sighed upon seeing this and said, "Simply put, we need to keep Bukira's spiritual world stable."

"He must not be allowed to miss his wife too much, or the other soul might be repelled."

Wu Hen scratched his head. "What should we do? We can't let him forget his wife, right?"

Li Qihua pondered for a moment and said, "I have some notes on researching mental illness that might be helpful to you."

"Notes? Great, great!" Wu Hen's eyes lit up, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

Lin Qiye also expressed his gratitude, "Doctor Li, thank you for your help."

Li Qihua nodded, turned and left.

After a while, a caregiver came in pushing a small cart, which was piled with thick notebooks, almost crushing the cart.

"Doctor Li said that one tenth of these notes will be given to you."

The caregiver pointed to the mountain of notebooks and said.

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye were stunned. One tenth? That's so much!

"This...this is too much, right?" Wu Hen swallowed.

Lin Qiye was also a little surprised, "Doctor Li really has good intentions."

After the caregiver left, Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other, looking at the mountain of notes, not knowing where to start for a moment.

Wu Hen picked up the top book and flipped through a few pages. It was filled with various professional terms and case analyses, which made him dizzy.

"Oh my god, this stuff is harder to understand than advanced mathematics!" Wu Hen wailed and threw the notes back onto the cart.

Lin Qiye also flipped through it casually, his brows furrowed.

Although these notes were detailed, the content was too professional and it was indeed difficult for them to understand.

"It seems that I need to find a professional to help interpret it..." Lin Qiye murmured.

Wu Hen suddenly thought of someone, "Hey, do you think Old Chen would..."

Lin Qiye's eyes lit up, "Maybe, we can give it a try..."

Wu Hen stared at the mountain of notes and scratched his hair. "Shall we carry this stuff with us?"

"If you didn't know, you would think we were just junk collectors!"

Lin Qiye smiled helplessly, "It's really not realistic. These notes are too professional for us to understand. How about..."

"Why not... make a copy?"

Wu Hen's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh.

"Great! Copy one and take it home to study slowly, and practice calligraphy at the same time. Isn't that wonderful!"

Lin Qiye's mouth twitched. This guy's train of thought was really strange.

"Copy? There's so much, how long will it take?"

"What are you afraid of? Even Yugong can move mountains. We can't even copy a few notebooks."

Wu Hen was full of fighting spirit, as if he had already seen himself becoming a master of calligraphy, writing with his brush and ink.

So, the two of them began their long journey of copying books.

The patients in the Gods Mental Hospital looked at these two "diligent and studious" young people with admiration, and some even offered to help copy.

''Wu Hen politely declined - this is a great opportunity to improve calligraphy, how can he let others do it?

At the same time, Bukira sneaked out with the harp.

He looked left and right all the way, like a thief, afraid of being discovered.

He walked through the long corridor, climbed the stairs tiptoe, and finally slipped into the dean's office.

"Hey, today I must let my lover hear my heartfelt voice!"

Bukira rubbed his hands, carefully locked the door, drew the curtains, and the whole room suddenly became dark.

He took a deep breath, solemnly placed the harp on his legs, and gently plucked the strings...

"Den-"

A sudden sound of piano echoed in the silent room.

Bukira stopped suddenly, held his breath, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the movement outside.

"call……"

After making sure that no one noticed, Bujila breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I was so scared, I almost got exposed..."

He got into position again, ready to officially begin playing...

"Lao Lin, do you think this old Bu is having a hard time getting over it?"

Wu Hen muttered softly while copying notes.

Lin Qiye stopped writing and looked towards the dean's office.

"Perhaps, we should go and see..."

Bukira cleared his throat and was about to pour out his heart to the air when suddenly there was a "bang" and the door of the dean's office was knocked open.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen stood at the door, with expressions like "old people on the subway looking at their phones."

Bukira trembled with fear and hid the harp behind him in a panic.

I sneezed awkwardly: "Ah...A-choo! Why are you here?"

"Ahem, passing by, passing by."

Wu Hen had an expression of "I know, I know" on his face, "Old Bu, if you want to recite poetry and sing, you don't have to hide in the dean's office."

"Go find Mei Xiaolin and build a sound-dampening barrier. I guarantee you'll sing forever without anyone interrupting you!"

When Bukira heard this, his eyes lit up.

Like grabbing a life-saving straw: "Yeah! Why didn't I think of that! Thanks, brother!"

He rushed out of the dean's office excitedly and almost bumped into Lin Qiye.

"Hey, Old Bu!"

Lin Qiye called him,

"Have you...felt unwell lately?"

Bukira was stunned for a moment and scratched his head: "No, it's just... I miss my wife a little bit."

After saying that, he ran away, leaving Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looking at each other in bewilderment.

Lin Qiye sighed, returned to the table, picked up a pen and wrote a line on the paper: "Bukira's homesickness may not only be a longing for his wife, but also a desire for 'reality'..."

He paused and added, "He began to doubt the reality of this world."

Wu Hen came over to take a look, then touched his chin and said, "Lao Lin, you say... this old Bu could be..."

He lowered his voice and asked, "You've awakened some incredible skill, haven't you?"

Lin Qiye shook his head, crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"maybe……"

He looked out the window with deep eyes and whispered, "This game is getting more and more interesting."

Wu Hen suddenly shuddered. "Old Lin, do you feel... a little cold?"