Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The second and fourth seats stumbled out from a space crack that was shimmering with a faint blue light.

The clothes on his body were tattered, as if he had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

Shen Qingzhu stood not far away, looking at the two embarrassed figures with his arms folded, without a trace of emotion on his face.

Si Xi rubbed his aching shoulders and glanced at Shen Qingzhu with a hint of disdain: "Who are you? Are you pretending to be a door god here?"

The second seat quickly pulled him back and explained in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, this is the fifteenth seat, Shen Qingzhu."

"Fifteenth seat? With such a small body?" The four seats looked Shen Qingzhu up and down, as if evaluating a chicken to be slaughtered.

However, he didn't say anything more, just snorted coldly and turned his gaze away.

There was an eerie calm in the air, yet it also seemed filled with unresolved questions.

"Where is the fifth seat?" The second seat looked around and didn't see the fifth seat. There was a hint of anxiety in his tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure covered in dust and burn marks walked out of the woods. It was Wu Xi.

He looked even more miserable than the second and fourth seats, as if he had rolled around in the crater of a volcano.

"Is the mission completed?" Wu Xi's voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished with sandpaper.

The second and fourth seats looked at each other and saw helplessness and frustration in each other's eyes.

"No, that old guy Wu Tongxuan was too slippery. He tricked us." The second seat said dejectedly.

"Sixth Seat...sacrificed." Fourth Seat added in a low voice.

After hearing this, the Fifth Seat, far from feeling sad, burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you two losers, actually got fooled by an old guy and even lost your life!"

"How dare you come back? You might as well stay there and be fertilizer for Wu Tongxuan!"

"You..." The second seat's face flushed red and he was burning with anger.

"What? You want to fight? With your ability, you will be defeated!" Wu Xi glanced at him with disdain.

Just as the two of them were on the verge of a fight, Shen Qingzhu suddenly spoke up: "Shut up!"

She glanced at the three of them coldly, "Lord Whisperer has new instructions."

Wu Xi was about to refute, but saw a cold light flash in Shen Qingzhu's eyes.

He shuddered involuntarily and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Shen Qingzhu paused and said slowly: "Target, Chen Fuzhi."

Hearing this name, the three of them were stunned.

"Chen Fuzhi? Isn't that old guy dying soon?" Si Xi asked in confusion.

Shen Qingzhu didn't explain, but just repeated: "Target, Chen Fuzhi."

The three of them looked at each other, their hearts full of doubts, but ultimately chose to obey orders.

Just when the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was over, Shen Qingzhu spoke again: "The Whisperer said..."

Shen Qingzhu paused and said word by word, "He also said... that you should capture him alive."

"Capture him alive?!" the three of them exclaimed in unison, their jaws almost dropping to the ground.

"Lord Whisperer...are you sure?" Si Xi asked cautiously, afraid that he had heard wrongly.

Capture a dying old man alive?

Isn’t this operation too sexy?

"That's right, capture him alive." Shen Qingzhu repeated expressionlessly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"But...wasn't that old fellow Chen Fuzhi attacked by a god and is on his last breath?"

"Why capture him alive? Let him perform the stone-breaking chest trick for us?" Er Xi couldn't help but complain.

Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath and explained, "The Whisperer said that although Chen Fuzhi is dying, he has a powerful divine power within him. This is the perfect time to kill him."

"The Whisperer himself is being hunted, and he's too busy to be elsewhere, so I'm sending you on this mission."

"Being hunted?" The three of them looked at each other, feeling that things were becoming more and more outrageous.

"Is he okay?" Wu Xi asked tentatively.

Shen Qingzhu glanced at him coldly: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

Wu Xi shut his mouth awkwardly, not daring to say another word.

"But... where is Chen Fuzhi now? How do we find him?" asked Si Xi.

Shen Qingzhu pulled out a piece of parchment from his bosom and handed it to the second seat: "This is Chen Fuzhi's hiding place. Just follow the instructions on it and find it."

The second seat took the parchment and unfolded it. There was a complex pattern drawn on it, which looked like a map and also like a talisman.

"What... is this?" asked the second seat in confusion.

"This is...the key to Chen Fuzhi's hiding place."

Shen Qingzhu explained,

"You just need to inject your divine power into it, and you can open a passage to his hiding place."

The three of them looked at each other again, feeling that their brains were no longer enough.

"This...this is too fantastic, right?" Si Xi couldn't help but complain.

"Stop talking nonsense and get on with the mission!" Shen Qingzhu urged impatiently.

The three of them had no choice but to accept this incredible task.

Just as they were about to leave, Wu Xi suddenly stopped.

Hesitantly, he said, "I think... it would be better for us to go back and ask the Whisperer for instructions..."

Shen Qingzhu interrupted him coldly: "There is no time. Chen Fuzhi may die at any time. You must set off immediately!"

Fifth Seat swallowed his saliva, still feeling that the matter was too strange, and looked at Shen Qingzhu cautiously: "Fifteenth Seat, this matter is of great importance. What if... what if it is a trap?"

"We have to have some protection, right?"

His eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind.

"How about you swear by your soul contract that everything you just said was the intention of the Whisperer?"

The second and fourth seats also thought this was a good idea and nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, if we swear an oath, we will feel at ease."

Shen Qingzhu frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy, but finally sighed and raised his right hand.

In a serious tone, he said, "I, Shen Qingzhu, swear on my soul that everything I just said was the intention of the Lord Whisperer. If I have said even a single word falsely, I am willing to suffer the pain of my soul burning in flames!"

Seeing this, the three of them finally felt relieved.

For a moment, the atmosphere was solemn and tense, and everyone fell into deep thought.

After a moment, the second seat broke the silence: "If...if we really succeed, then the reward..."

There was a greedy gleam in his eyes.

The fourth seat also came back to his senses, rubbed his hands, and said excitedly: "I heard that the Lord Whisperer has made a huge investment this time. If we can capture Chen Fuzhi alive, we can obtain a divine artifact!"

Wu Xi's eyes also lit up: "Divine weapon! Doesn't that mean..."

Thinking of the tempting reward, the hesitation in the three people's hearts instantly disappeared, and was replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

"Let's do it!" Wu Xi slapped his thigh with a firm tone.

"For the divine weapon!" The second and fourth seats shouted in unison.

Seat Five turned to look at Shen Qingzhu: "Seat Fifteen, will you come with us?"

Shen Qingzhu shook his head: "My strength is weak, and I will only be a hindrance if I go."

"The Whisperer specifically instructed me to just observe from the sidelines."

The second seat expressed understanding: "Okay, then you can wait here for our good news!"

The three of them no longer hesitated and turned to walk towards the space crack that was flashing with a faint blue light.

Just as they were about to enter the crack, Shen Qingzhu suddenly took off the mask on his face.

Revealing a stunningly beautiful face, a strange smile curled up the corners of her mouth: "I wish you... a triumphant return."

The three of them disappeared into the space crack. Shen Qingzhu slowly put on his mask and whispered to himself, "The game... has begun..."