Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The plum forest at the foot of the mountain still exuded a cold fragrance. Wu Hen walked down the mountain on the dead branches, and his heels crushed a piece of frost.

Lin Qiye walked on his right, and the scabbard of his sword brushed against the bushes, startling two night owls.

"Why hasn't Jialan arrived yet?" Wu Hen took out a roasted sweet potato, the skin of which was cold.

"We agreed to meet at the foot of the mountain at the Demon Suppression Division yesterday. Could it be that Old Zhang's fire has made him confused?"

Lin Qiye looked up at the moon.

The moon was half covered by clouds, like a bitten mooncake:

"If she dares to be late, you can tear down Old Zhang's blacksmith shop."

"That's not the case." Wu Hen took a bite of the sweet potato, which was sweet.

"It's just that Old Zhang's apprentice's hands are too damp. The last time he repaired my sword, he even nailed the scabbard upside down."

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves was heard from the valley.

Three angry lanterns came over,

A girl in a green cloth skirt appeared in the shadow of the lamp. Jia Lan held the reins in one hand.

In the other hand she held a cloth bag, and the ends of her hair were covered with frost like stars.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." She dismounted and threw the cloth bag to Wu Hen.

"Old Zhang said the meteorite iron needs to be tempered seven times in the cold pond water, which would take at least three days."

Wu Hen took the cloth bag, which contained three oil-paper wrapped braised beef dumplings. "Three days?"

"Enough for that old guy Tianhu to drink a pot of tea."

"Merlin didn't tell you the whole story about the Sky Fox."

Jia Lan took out a tinder and lit a lamp. The warm yellow light reflected the red mole at the corner of her eye.

"I looked up ancient books in the Demon Suppression Bureau. Dark demons are not living creatures, but are formed by condensed resentment."

"The talisman that Tianhu crushed was a demon-attracting talisman drawn with his own fox blood."

Lin Qiye placed his hand on the hilt of the sword: "How many magic talismans can you attract?"

"Not much." Jialan took a bamboo tube from the horse's back and poured out a handful of broken jade.

"But the Dark Demon will eat resentment."

"The more wild beasts you kill, the faster it grows."

Wu Hen stuffed the braised beef into Lin Qiye's mouth.

He tore off a piece and put it in his mouth: "So when Merlin said 'heart', he actually meant that we should not give the Dark Demon a chance to eat us?"

"That's right." Jialan put the broken jade into his sleeve pocket.

"I also asked the old chief of the department - Dark Demons are most afraid of 'obsession'.

The more you want to protect someone, the less they can bite you."

Lin Qiye suddenly stopped.

The road ahead was blocked by an old locust tree. A string of copper bells hung between the branches, jingling in the wind.

He reached out and touched the tree trunk, his fingertips covered in black ash. "Someone has been here."

Wu Hen leaned over and sniffed: "Is it the Dark Demon?"

“Not really.”

Galan squatted down and shone the lamp on the ground.

"This ash smells of cinnabar—it's the soul-sealing spell of the Demon Suppression Division."

She looked up at the tree branch. There was a piece of yellow paper tied under the copper bell. "Half of the talisman was torn, and the rest..."

She narrowed her eyes. "It says 'stop the resentment.'"

Lin Qiye drew out his half-inch sword, and the cold light swept across the yellow paper: "The Curse of Stopping Grudges is used to calm the wronged souls, why is it here?"

"Maybe someone wants to lure the Dark Demon here." Wu Hen swallowed the last bite of braised beef.

"Or..." He stared at the flickering shadows behind the tree.

“Someone wants to test our hearts.”

The wind suddenly changed direction.

The copper bell rang even louder, and Lin Qiye's sword came out of its sheath three inches with a "hum".

Jia Lan grabbed his sleeve and said, "Don't worry—that shadow is the guiding light I tied to you."

She took out a little wooden fox from her bosom.

"I just passed by the Earth God Temple and saw some dust on the incense table, so I added some incense."

Wu Hen was amused: "You know how to coax the God of Land."

"It's always easier to coax people than wild beasts." Jia Lan stuffed the little fox back into his arms.

"Hurry up! The night watchman from the Demon Suppression Division is about to strike the fifth watch."

When the three of them set off again, the moon had completely emerged from the clouds.

Wu Hen looked at Jia Lan's back. The corners of her green cloth skirt were stained with grass debris, and a plum leaf was hanging on her braid.

He touched the meteorite in his arms,

It was as cold as the braised beef that Jialan had just handed him—both of which had been warmed up and then cooled.

But it still tastes sweet when you bite it.

"Jialan." He suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"If the Dark Demon really comes..." Wu Hen kicked a stone away.

“You hide behind me.”

Jia Lan didn't turn around, but raised the lamp higher: "If I hide behind you, who will help you wipe the blood off your sword?"

Lin Qiye chuckled softly in front.

His sword reflected the moonlight, and the silver lines in the pale gold became brighter, like a little snake coming to life.

The eaves of the Demon Suppression Division at the foot of the mountain can already be seen.

The night watchman's clapper rang out, startling Galan's horse and making it snort.

Wu Hen tied the cloth bag tightly again. The meteorite inside was poking his waist—not painfully, but solidly.

It was like someone pushed me from behind and said, "Go, don't be afraid."

"We're here." Lin Qiye said.

"We're here." Wu Henying.

Jia Lan threw the reins to the gatekeeper, Lao Zhang, and turned to smile at the two of them: "Let's go to the kitchen to have a bowl of hot porridge first, shall we?"

I asked Aunt Liu to keep the red dates.

"Drink." Wu Hen rubbed his hands.

"After drinking, go watch Old Zhang's apprentice forging a sword. If he screws the scabbard upside down again, I'll have him temper the meteorite eight times in cold pond water."

Lin Qiye followed him to the kitchen, his sword trembling slightly in its sheath, as if responding to something.

The moonlight fell, overlapping the shadows of the three people.

It is longer than the screen wall of the Demon Suppression Division, longer than the hilltop of Merlin, and longer than the night sky where the Sky Fox threw the fox mask.

The Dark Demon is coming?

Come on.

Anyway, their "hearts" have long been filled with the energy in the meteorite.