Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

There is no secret temple in the corner, it is clearly a bustling underground market!

All kinds of strange stalls are lined up one after another, with hawking and bargaining sounds one after another, just like a bustling vegetable market.

"I was wondering why this crystal ball was pointing at someone so lonely. I guess it's taking me shopping?" Wu Hen looked at the bustling scene before him and couldn't help but complain, "Are magical artifacts now sold on street stalls?"

However, the light from the crystal ball did grow brighter and brighter, pointing directly to an inconspicuous stall deep in the market.

Wu Hen squeezed through a group of green-skinned monsters with three eyes and came to the stall.

The stall owner was a seemingly ordinary old man, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a few unremarkable items in front of him.

If it weren't for the guidance of the crystal ball, Wu Hen would definitely have mistaken this for an ordinary stall selling groceries and turned away.

"Boss, do you have something good here?" Wu Hen picked up a black stone with a smile and asked casually.

Without even raising his eyelids, the old man said in a hoarse voice, "Those who know the goods will know the goods, and those who don't will take them for nothing."

"Hey, old man, what are you saying? I'm here to ask you for advice, aren't I?" Wu Hen said, calmly pushing the crystal ball towards the old man. "Look at this thing. Doesn't it have a special connection with the treasures on your stall?"

The old man finally raised his head, his cloudy eyes staring at the crystal ball, which was flashing with an inexplicable light.

He spoke slowly, his voice low: "If you want what I have, this thing is not enough. You have to do something for me first..."

"What's the matter? Just tell me!" Wu Hen patted his chest and promised, but his heart was beating fast: Could it be that this old guy wants me to take care of him in his old age and see him to the end of his life?

The old man pointed to a row of wine glasses on the table. Each glass was filled with bright red liquid and exuded a strange aroma.

"There are seven cups here, six of which are poisoned, and only one is real wine. If you can find the real wine within the time of an incense stick, I will give you the most precious thing on my stall, how about it?" The old man's tone was calm, but it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

"That's it?" Wu Hen almost thought he had misheard. Isn't this task too simple?

"Of course, if you fail..." The old man paused, a meaningful smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, "Your life and this crystal ball will belong to me."

The smile on Wu Hen's face froze instantly. This old guy really had bad intentions!

"That's it?" Wu Hen sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. "I thought it was some earth-shattering challenge, but it turns out to be just a child's play!"

He pretended to be nonchalant and picked up a glass of wine, put it under his nose and sniffed it, then put it down with a feigned disgust, "This wine doesn't smell very good, it's not strong enough at all!"

The old man did not say anything, but just watched him perform quietly. However, a barely perceptible light flashed in the depths of his cloudy eyes.

Of course, Wu Hen would not really taste each cup one by one. That would be too cheap, and it would be impossible to finish it within the time of an incense stick.

He is a person with a system, how can he solve the problem using the methods of ordinary players?

He took out a peculiarly shaped metal device from his pocket. It looked like an enlarged thermometer.

This thing was a reward he got for completing a hidden mission before, and it can be used to detect toxicity in liquids.

"Come on, let me show you some high technology!" Wu Hen said as he inserted the metal device into one of the glasses of wine.

The indicator light on the top of the device immediately lit up, showing a red warning signal.

"See, I told you there was something wrong with this wine!" Wu Hen said in feigned surprise, then picked up another glass of wine for testing.

In this way, he quickly eliminated six cups of poisoned wine, leaving only the last one.

"This cup... should be the treasure you are looking for." Wu Hen handed the last glass of wine to the old man with a playful smile on his face.

The old man took the wine glass, looked at Wu Hen deeply, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Yes, you have good vision and courage." The old man put down his wine glass and said with a hint of appreciation, "You can take this."

After saying that, he took out a long rectangular object wrapped in black cloth from behind him and handed it to Wu Hen.

"What is this?" Wu Hen took the object curiously, and it felt cold to the touch.

"A sword." The old man said calmly, "A divine sword that can cut through everything."

Wu Hen was delighted and quickly opened the black cloth, only to see a pitch-black long sword lying quietly inside.

The sword exudes bursts of cold air, as if it can freeze everything.

"What a great sword!" Wu Hen couldn't help but admire it.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the crowd, "Wait a minute!"

Wu Hen turned around and saw a man wearing a black cloak and a silver mask on his face slowly walking towards him.

"This sword is mine!" "Oh, who did I think it was? It turned out to be a robber!" Wu Hen looked at the black-clothed man who came with ill intentions. Instead of being panicked, he smiled and teased, "Why, you like this broken sword of mine? This is a treasure I worked so hard to get. No returns!"

The man in black obviously didn't fall for Wu Hen's tricks and warned him coldly, "Stop talking nonsense! Leave the things behind and I'll spare your life!"

"Oh my! I'm so scared!" Wu Hen patted his chest in fake fear, but the next second he changed the subject, "But it's not that easy to snatch things from me, Wu Hen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black sword in Wu Hen's hand shone brightly, and a powerful force instantly wrapped him up, forming an indestructible barrier.

The men in black obviously underestimated the power of this divine sword. Before they could react, they were blown away by the force.

"That's it? That's it?" Wu Hen looked at the disheveled man in black and curled his lips in disdain. "With this little skill, you think you can rob people like me? Go home and take a shower!"

After saying that, Wu Hen was ready to leave this dangerous place. But at this moment, something strange happened!

The originally bustling market suddenly became silent, as if all the sounds were swallowed up by something, leaving only an eerie deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful pressure surged from all directions, as if to crush Wu Hen into a meat patty.

"Oh no! I've fallen into a trap!" Wu Hen thought to himself that something was wrong. He knew that he had been tricked.

"Want to run? Too late!" The leader of the men in black got up from the ground with a sinister smile on his face, "Today, you can't escape!"

"Tsk, you dare to show off your mere tricks in front of an expert!" Wu Hen snorted coldly, and the black sword in his hand burst out with dazzling light again, blocking out all the pressure from the surroundings.

He was like a nimble fish, moving freely through the dense crowd. The black sword in his hand turned into afterimages, forcing back those men in black who tried to approach him.

However, the men in black seemed to be well prepared. They kept changing their formation and forced Wu Hen into a carefully set trap.

"Boy, let's see where you can escape this time!" The leader of the men in black smiled triumphantly, as if he had already seen the scene of Wu Hen being captured.

Wu Hen looked around and found that he was trapped in a formation composed of countless runes.

These runes flash with strange light and emit a heart-pounding power.

"Damn it, who on earth are these guys? They even managed to get their hands on this kind of ancient restriction!" Wu Hen cursed in his heart. He knew that he was probably in great danger this time.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Wu Hen's ears, "Stop struggling, you can't escape."

Wu Hen suddenly looked up and saw a figure in a blue robe, holding a golden trident, slowly descending from the sky. It was none other than...