Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Shen Qingzhu dragged his wounded body and staggered into the Ancient God Church.

Drops of scarlet blood dripped down his trouser legs, staining the floor with enchanting blood flowers, which was shocking to the eye.

Every step he took felt like walking on the edge of a knife, the pain was piercing, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

His clothes were tattered, as if they had been torn by wild beasts, with bloodstains on them.

The whole person looked like a demon crawling out of hell, emitting a strong smell of blood.

"Cough cough..." Shen Qingzhu covered his chest and coughed violently a few times, and a fishy and sweet taste came out of his mouth.

He held onto the wall and walked with difficulty to the center of the church, then knelt down weakly.

"What's going on?!" A cold voice echoed in the church.

The whisperer slowly walked out of the darkness, his scarlet eyes fixed on Shen Qingzhu, his tone full of shock and solemnity.

Shen Qingzhu raised his head tremblingly, his face as pale as paper, his lips chapped, and his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "They... are all dead..."

The whisperer's pupils suddenly shrank, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire church.

"What did you say?!"

He grabbed Shen Qingzhu's collar and lifted him up, his tone as cold as if it came from the Netherworld, "Where are the other believers? Where did they go?!"

Shen Qingzhu lowered his head weakly, allowing the whisperer to grab him. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

"Dead...all dead..." He repeated this sentence mechanically, his tone full of despair and pain.

“How did he die?!” the whisperer roared, his voice deafening.

Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner fear and sadness, and slowly said: "We encountered... an ambush..." He paused, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Yes... yes, Master..."

"Master?!" The whisperer suddenly let go of Shen Qingzhu, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

He paced back and forth, his face uncertain, as if he was thinking about something.

"They... risked their lives to cover my retreat..."

Shen Qingzhu's voice became increasingly low, almost inaudible, "I... I'm sorry for them..."

The whisperer suddenly stopped and turned to look at Shen Qingzhu with a complicated look.

"You... survived..."

"They... fought to the death to cover my retreat..." Shen Qingzhu's voice was almost choked, her eyes were red, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

He took a deep breath and continued, "Master... he attacked too fast, we couldn't stop him at all."

"Those old guys... they risked their lives just to help me escape..."

The whisperer's eyes gradually softened, as if he saw Shen Qingzhu's strength and growth.

He took a deep breath, his tone becoming heavy and full of compassion: "They sacrificed themselves for you, for the future of the Ancient God Church."

"You are their hope. Don't let their sacrifice be in vain."

Shen Qingzhu raised his head, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "I will, I must become stronger and protect more people!"

The Whisperer walked up to Shen Qingzhu and patted him on the shoulder: "You did a good job, Shen Qingzhu."

"You've gone from being an ordinary believer to being able to escape the Master's pursuit on your own. You've proven your strength."

"I will promote you to take over the tenth seat."

Shen Qingzhu was stunned, unable to believe his ears: "The tenth seat? I... can I do it?"

The whisperer's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of encouragement: "Of course. The tenth seat is not just a position, it is also a responsibility."

"You have proven that you have this ability. From now on, you must work harder and become a pillar of the Ancient God Church."

Shen Qingzhu nodded, with new hope in his eyes: "I will!"

The whisperer turned around, his back to Shen Qingzhu, and his tone became firm and serious: "Go, Shen Qingzhu. From today on, you will be the tenth seat."

"Remember, shoulder this responsibility and be prepared to face the challenges ahead."

Shen Qingzhu stood up and bowed deeply: "Yes, Master Whisperer."

Just as Shen Qingzhu was about to leave, a chaotic noise suddenly came from outside the door.

A voice shouted hurriedly, "Master Whisperer, something bad has happened! BiGini has discovered that the water in the scenic area has become colder and there are ice cubes!"

Shen Qingzhu and the whisperer were both stunned, looked at each other, and a bad premonition surged in their hearts.

The girl in the bikini is wearing a sexy bikini, posing on the beach, making various seductive poses, attracting the attention of the tourists around her.

She picked up her phone, took a few selfies, and then admired her "work" with satisfaction.

Suddenly, she felt the sea water under her feet was a little cold. She looked down and saw a few pieces of ice floating on it.

"Hey? What's going on? How can there be ice in the sea water in the middle of summer?"

The girl, Gini, looked puzzled and reached out to grab a piece of ice out of curiosity.

At this moment, the sea suddenly surged and several figures emerged from the water.

They were wet, their hair was disheveled, and their clothes were tattered, looking like a group of drowned dogs.

One of the fat guys had a round belly and his clothes were stretched so tightly that half of his butt was exposed, which looked extremely funny.

"What the hell! What the hell is this?" The girl Bikini screamed in fright and stepped back repeatedly.

"Cough cough cough..." Fatty Baili spat out a mouthful of sea water, wiped the water off his face, and looked around blankly.

"Where is this? Why are there so many people?"

Several other special team members also climbed out of the water, each of them in a dishevel, like fleeing refugees.

Cao Yuanhai adjusted his glasses and said to the tourists around him with an embarrassed look: "Sorry, we are lost..."

"Fuck! What a pervert!" A tourist pointed at the half of Baili Pang'er's butt that was exposed and shouted.

"Ahhh! There's a pervert!" The tourists around were suddenly in an uproar, screaming and dodging.

The members of the special team looked at each other in confusion.

They never imagined that they would be regarded as perverts.

"Run!" Fatty Baili shouted and took the lead in running out of the crowd.

The other members also reacted and followed closely, fleeing in a hurry.

"Stop! Don't run!" Several security guards chased after him with batons.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop chasing us! We are not perverts!" Cao Yuanhai explained while running, but no one paid any attention to him.

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye stood in the distance, watching this funny scene, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahaha, these guys are so unlucky!" Wu Hen laughed so hard that he fell over.

"This...what is going on?" Lin Qiye pointed at the special team fleeing in the distance, looking confused.

Wu Hen patted Lin Qiye's shoulder and smiled mysteriously: "The fun has just begun..."

The screams of the girl Bikini resounded through the sky, comparable to the peak works of the soprano singer Pavarotti.

The special team's group of drowned rats now look even sharper than Sharp Brother, and they look like a group of refugees from "Beach Terror".

The half white buttocks of Baili Pang'er shone with a greasy light in the sun, blinding countless titanium dog eyes.

"Stop! You exhibitionists!"

The security guards chased after them relentlessly, waving their batons vigorously, as if they wanted to bring these "perverts" to justice.

"Holy crap! We really are a special team! Heroes protecting the world!"

Cao Yuan ran and shouted at the beach, trying to explain, but all he got in return was even more terrified screams and dodging.

"Don't explain, explanation is just covering up!"

Fatty Baili shouted breathlessly, "Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best!"

In a panic, several people rushed into an alley and finally got rid of the security guards and onlookers.

They leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, like a few dehydrated salted fish.

"Oh my god, this is too exciting!"

Baili Pang'er wiped the sweat from his face and said with lingering fear, "I thought I was going to be arrested and locked up!"

"What the hell is this place?"

Cao Yuanhai adjusted his glasses and looked around, finding that the environment here was unfamiliar and completely different from where they had been before.

"I remember we were on a mission, and then... and then we fell into the water..."

Another team member recalled, “After that, I don’t know anything.”

"Could it be that I traveled through time?"

Fatty Baili's imagination was full of ideas. "Could it be that we have arrived in another world?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Cao Yuanhai glared at him, "How is this possible!"

Just then, a whistle sounded in the distance.

"Woo——" The sound came from far away and became clearer and clearer.

"Train?" Several people looked at each other, a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

"Let's go! Go and take a look!" Cao Yuanhai made a quick decision and took the lead to walk towards the direction where the sound came from.

They came to a simple train station. A green train was parked on the platform with its doors open, as if waiting for them.

"This train...why does it feel a bit old?"

Baili Pang'er looked at the rusty carriage and couldn't help but complain.

Cao Yuanhai ignored him and boarded the train first, followed by several others.

The carriage was empty, with only the four of them.

They found a place to sit down, and there was silence among them. The atmosphere was a little weird.

"Click--" the car door suddenly closed.

"Clang——" The train started slowly and headed towards an unknown direction...

Wu Hen's voice suddenly came from the corner of the carriage: "Everyone, have a nice journey..."