Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"Deep mountains outside Kyoto..." Yuhui Qinggong repeated the address on the phone. Deep mountains outside Kyoto?

What is that place?

He had never heard of it.

"Beep, beep, beep..." The person on the other end of the phone hung up, leaving Yuhui Qinggong confused.

"What's wrong?" asked the noodle shop owner with concern.

Yuhui Qinggong hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to put aside the cause of saving the country for the time being. After all, survival is the first priority.

"Boss, I have to go out for something urgent. I'll come back to eat your noodles next time."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out, and the man in white followed him silently.

At the same time, a black Hummer H2 was speeding on the winding mountain road outside Kyoto, and the engine made a low roar like the roar of a wild beast.

Inside the car, Qian Jiancang had a solemn expression on his face, and he looked out the window at the dark night from time to time.

The Hummer stopped in front of the iron gate at the entrance to the mountains. Two figures in black appeared like ghosts and blocked the way.

"Who is it?" one of them asked in a cold tone.

"Asaka Kenkura, leader of the Osaka Yamamoto Group, has come to meet with the Daicho Group."

Asa Kenkura spoke in a respectful tone, but his heart was as nervous as a taut string, fearing that the other party would draw his sword if they disagreed with him.

After the man in black confirmed Asano Kenkura's identity, the iron gate slowly opened and the Hummer drove into the mountains, heading towards the luxurious manor on the top of the mountain.

The manor was brightly lit, like a pearl in the night sky, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness.

After the Hummer stopped, Asaka Kenkura took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the manor with his driver and assistant.

He recalled the legendary experience of the Dachang Group and felt uneasy.

It is said that when he was young, the Ohcho-gumi once challenged the entire Yamaguchi-gumi single-handedly and escaped unscathed, which made him famous since then.

Now, this legendary figure lives in this manor, and Asakamura can't help but feel a sense of pressure.

Walking to a Japanese-style door, Asano Kenkura straightened his clothes again and then knocked on the door gently.

"The Osaka Yamamoto Group, Asaka Kenkura, requests a meeting."

"Come in." A low voice came from inside the house.

Asano Kenkura walked to a Japanese sliding door full of Japanese style. He stopped, as if the door in front of him was not a door, but a door to an unknown destiny.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his pounding heart.

After straightening his slightly wrinkled suit, Asano Kenkura felt like a soldier about to go to the battlefield and face a cruel test.

With a "click", the sliding door was slowly pushed open.

The scene that came into view made Asakamura's pupils shrink suddenly.

On both sides of the spacious hall, there were crowds of people kneeling, men and women, old and young, all with their heads lowered, not daring to breathe.

There was a suffocating sense of oppression in the air, like the calm before the storm.

In the center of the hall, an old man wearing a black kimono and with a stern face sat upright.

He held a cigarette in his hand, and the scarlet spark flickered in the darkness, like the eyes of a wild beast waiting for its opportunity.

Those deep eyes were as bottomless as a cold pond, making people dare not look directly at them.

Asaka Kenkura felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and the pressure exploded instantly.

He swallowed hard, his throat feeling extremely dry.

The legendary Dachang Group really has a terrifyingly strong aura!

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Asaka Kenkura took a step forward, walked to the center of the hall, and slowly half-knelt on the ground.

"Asaka Kenkura, leader of the Osaka Yamamoto Group, greets the Daicho Group!" His voice trembled slightly, and was particularly clear in the silent hall.

Daichozumi didn't say anything, but just smoked silently. In the smoke, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring straight at Asano Kenkura.

That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his soul and see through all his secrets.

Time seemed to freeze, and every second became extremely long.

Asano Kenkura felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat, as if he was in an ice cellar, or as if he was being pressed by an invisible mountain and couldn't breathe.

Finally, the leader slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and the smoke floated in the air, forming a vague shape, like a huge question mark.

"Asano Kenkura..." Daichogumi's voice was low and hoarse, like sandpaper, and it slowly rang out, "You..."

"...This is what happened, Chief Squad!" Asano Kenkura reported meticulously, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, soaking the hair in front of his forehead.

He used the simplest language to describe in detail the incident of the Kanto Hanchuan family sending people to investigate, striving for accuracy in every detail, for fear of missing any key information.

In the huge hall, only Asaka Kenkura's voice echoed, with a hint of trembling and uneasiness.

The air seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

The chief team remained calm, like a sculpture, listening quietly to Asano Kenkura's report without making any sound.

"God is watching what we do. I, Asano Kenkura, am loyal to the Yamamoto Group and the Daicho Group. The sun and the moon can testify to this!" After saying this, Asano Kenkura lowered his head deeply, waiting for the Daicho Group's instructions.

In this depressing atmosphere, an incompatible thought is running wildly.

Shen Qingzhu stood in the corner with a confused look on his face, feeling as if he had accidentally entered another dimension.

"What the hell is going on here? What are they saying? Japanese? It sounds like Japanese, but why can't I understand a word?"

Shen Qingzhu was complaining madly in his heart, and his expression was extremely depressed.

He felt like a program that had been thrown into a pile of gibberish and was completely unable to decode it.

This place was eerie and the people around him were all weird, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing?" The three philosophical questions played in Shen Qingzhu's mind in a loop.

One year ago, on the coast of Yokohama.

Shen Qingzhu woke up with a severe headache and found himself lying on the beach.

The sunlight was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes, and the sea breeze made him shiver.

He struggled to get up and looked at everything around him in a daze.

"Where... am I?" He tried hard to recall, but his mind was blank and he couldn't remember anything.

He wandered around Yokohama like a ghost, looking blankly at the bustling crowds on the streets.

He tried to communicate with others, but found that he could not fit into this world at all.

He couldn't understand what they were saying or the expressions on their faces.

What's even more strange is that he always feels like there are eyes watching him in the dark, making him feel like he has a thorn in his back.

The feeling lingered and made him feel extremely uneasy.

Finally, one day, he accidentally heard some sporadic words - "messenger of God", "decree", and "search".

Although he didn't understand what he heard very well, he instinctively felt danger.

"Run! You must run!"

Shen Qingzhu burst out with an unprecedented desire to survive.

He didn't dare stay in the city any longer and fled Yokohama overnight.

What he didn't know was that shortly after he left, several people in strange clothes appeared in the place where he used to live, searching for him everywhere...

"...So, are you sure that person is dead?" Da Changzu's voice broke the silence with a hint of subtle doubt.

Asa Kenkura was shocked and quickly raised his head, saying firmly, "Yes! I saw him blown to pieces with my own eyes. There's no way he's still alive!"

The chief said nothing more, but slowly turned the rosary in his hand.

The sound of the beads colliding was like the footsteps of death, striking everyone's heart again and again.

"Click... click..."

Suddenly, the leader stopped turning the rosary, raised his head, and looked sharply in the direction of Shen Qingzhu.

"That person over there...you are..."