Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen hummed a little tune as he wandered down the street, imagining his future home: ideally a luxurious villa with an outdoor swimming pool, where he could wake up every day to see bikini-clad beauties playing in the pool...

Cough cough, I've been thinking too much. Now my pockets are cleaner than my face, and it's good enough to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Wu Hen took a walk around the place recommended by Sister Liu and almost broke down.

Either the rent is ridiculously high, or they simply won’t rent to strangers. What’s even more bizarre is that they actually require tenants to be able to wash their hair upside down!

He seriously suspected that Sister Liu was playing a trick on him.

"Oh, Heaven, oh, Earth, am I, a dignified time traveler, destined to sleep on the streets?" Wu Hen sighed to the sky, feeling that he was getting further and further away from his goal of becoming the strongest. The first step was stuck on the epic problem of "housing".

Time passed by minute by minute, and as the sky gradually darkened, Wu Hen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. If he couldn't find a place to stay, wouldn't he have to experience the romance of "the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed" tonight?

Just when Wu Hen was about to give up, he caught a glimpse of an old man sitting on the street. He was wearing old clothes that were washed white, holding a broken palm-leaf fan in his hand, fanning himself slowly.

This old man, no matter how you look at him, looks like a master who is hiding his true abilities!

Wu Hen's eyes rolled, and a plan came to mind. He walked up to the old man and showed a harmless smile: "Uncle, you see I am handsome and suave, and I am obviously a potential stock. Do you know where I can find a cheap and comfortable place to live nearby?"

The old man glanced at him and said slowly, "Young man, I see that you have a fine bone structure and a bright brow. You will become a great man in the future..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Wu Hen interrupted quickly, "Uncle, please stop telling my fortune and talk about where to live first."

The old man chuckled, "Don't be impatient, young man. When the time is right, everything will come..." He suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Do you know what 'slaying the gods' means..."

Wu Hen's eyes rolled around and he saw an old man (Old Man Li) setting up a stall on the street, which was full of strange little gadgets.

Things like "chamber pot brand thermos", "King Kong finger gloves", and "beautified version of gas mask" are simply a collection of eye-catching things.

"Uncle, your stall is quite creative!" Wu Hen walked over, squatted down, and picked up a peculiarly shaped object. "Is this a miniature version of the legendary 'Ruyi Jingu Bang'?"

Old Man Li narrowed his eyes and slowly waved his palm-leaf fan. "Young man, you have a good eye. This is an ancient artifact..."

"Come on," Wu Hen rolled his eyes. "Stop trying to fool me. If this thing is a magical tool, I'll livestream myself washing my hair while standing upside down!"

The old man was taken aback by his sudden internet meme, then burst into laughter: "Young people nowadays are really interesting!"

Seeing the old man smile, Wu Hen became even more excited.

He leaned close to the old man, lowered his voice, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Uncle, look at me, I am so handsome and elegant, if you can tell me where I can find a cheap and comfortable place to stay, I promise to give you a big surprise!" As he said this, he winked mischievously.

Old man Li's face flushed at his actions, and he stammered for a long time without being able to speak. In his entire life, he had never seen such...

Such "passionate" young people.

Interesting, so interesting!

He stroked his beard and was about to speak when Wu Hen added mysteriously, "I guarantee you'll never forget this surprise!"

Old Man Li stroked his beard, a sly look flashing in his eyes. "Young man, it's not impossible for me to tell you where I live, but..." He paused, pointing to the dazzling array of "treasures" on the stall, "You have to guess what the most valuable thing here is."

Wu Hen glanced at the stall and almost laughed out loud.

This pile of stuff, to call it junk is an exaggeration, how can it be the most valuable?

His eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind.

He bent down and picked up an inconspicuous gray stone, weighed it in his hand, and said seriously, "Master, in my opinion, this stone is the most valuable."

Old man Li was stunned, and stopped fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. "Oh? Tell me your reasons."

Wu Hen's lips curled up slightly. "In this world, the most ordinary things are often the most easily overlooked. Their value lies not in themselves, but in the vision that discovers their value. Don't you agree?"

After hearing this, Old Man Li was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter: "Interesting! Young people nowadays are really interesting! You, kid, are exactly what I like!" He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wu Hen, "Here, there may be a place you want here, but..." The old man's tone suddenly became serious, "There are some unknown dangers there, so be careful."

Wu Hen took the note and glanced at the address on it. He felt a little uneasy, but more excited.

He bowed to Old Man Li and said, "Thank you, sir! Just wait for my good news!" After that, he walked towards the address on the note without looking back.

As night fell, Wu Hen arrived at his destination. Looking at the dilapidated house before him, he swallowed hard, "This... is a surprise?" He slowly pushed open the creaking door...