Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen had just entered the warehouse when the rear window suddenly made a "click" sound.

Wu Hen threw the talisman paper onto the table and was already sticking to the wall.

Lin Qiye held the demon-slaying sword in his hand, his eyes swept over the pile of yellow paper and cinnabar that was half a person's height.

Finally it landed on the windowsill - there was a gray sparrow with a bronze piece tied to its claws.

"The Demon Suppression Bureau's messenger bird."

Wu Hen stood up, untied the copper plate from the sparrow's leg, and shone it in the moonlight. There were crooked words engraved on it.

"In the direction of Moon City, both moons appear together."

The plum branch on Lin Qiye's waist suddenly became hot, burning the back of his hand red through his Taoist robe.

He pulled out a plum branch, and the golden-red wood core flickered along with the words on the copper plate, as if responding to something.

"Old Chen said that to chop down the moon, one must stand at the gate of Moon City. Now the moon has one more."

Wu Hen stuffed the copper piece into his pocket and said, "Let's go to the city wall and take a look."

When the two climbed up to the highest Star-Watching Tower in the Demon-Suppressing Division, the sky in the east was already turning white.

Lin Qiye looked at the horizon, his pupils suddenly contracted - in the night sky where there should have been only one red moon,

Another bluish-gray moon was floating in the sky, its edges wrapped in black and purple mist, like a piece of moldy jade.

"Dark Moon." Wu Hen took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Ancient texts say that the appearance of two moons together is a sign that a hidden door is about to open."

The three waves of beast tides Xia Simeng mentioned may come earlier than expected.

The plum branch trembled even more violently in Lin Qiye's hand, and fine golden-red lines oozed out of the wood core, like blood vessels beating.

He stared at the Dark Moon, and the Demon-Slaying Sword suddenly "buzzed" out of its sheath three inches, with the tip of the sword pointing directly in the direction of the Dark Moon.

"Something is coming." Lin Qiye put the plum branch back to his waist and put his hand on the scabbard.

“Very strong.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds below the dark moon suddenly exploded.

The first thing that fell was a feather, longer than an adult's arm.

It was blue and black, and each feather was dripping with sticky black blood.

Next came a white figure, wrapped in a gold-embroidered robe, with silver hair hanging down to his feet.

He was holding a jeweled scepter in his hand. He was a foreign-looking magician with a scar at the corner of his eye.

He was shouting in broken Chinese: "Eastern Demon Exorcist, hand over Meizhi!"

"Merlin?" Wu Hen narrowed his eyes.

"The one who killed twelve vampires in Paris three years ago?"

“It’s him.”

Lin Qiye remembered the records in the Demon Suppression Division's files. This old guy specialized in stealing rare treasures from various countries.

Last month, half a piece of Fuxi jade was stolen in Dunhuang.

He stared at the black mist at Merlin's feet. "He climbed up on the blood of the Dark Demon. It's related to the gate of Moon City."

Merlin's scepter suddenly glowed blue, and black blood oozed out of the feathers.

A giant shadow condensed in mid-air - eight arms, bare feet, with vertical eyes on the forehead, exactly the appearance of the legendary Susanoo.

"The remaining soul of Susanoo?" Wu Hen flicked the ash off his cigarette. "You stole the remains of the deity from the Japanese shrine?"

“Stupid Orientals.”

Merlin sneered.

"This is the God of War I awakened through the Dark Demon Blood Sacrifice. Can your broken swords chop down the moon or even the gods?"

Susanoo's shadow raised his arm, and the black mist condensed at his fingertips directly collapsed half of the city wall.

Lin Qiye pulled Wu Hen back and jumped, the demon-slaying sword was unsheathed with a "swish".

The golden-red sword light split the black fog,

However, sparks flew when it touched Susanoo's shadow - that shadow was not a physical entity at all, but an illusion formed by the dark demon's blood.

"Hallucination?" Wu Hen took out three thunder and fire talismans and slammed them on the ground.

"Lao Lin, give me the plum branch!"

Lin Qiye handed over the plum branch, and the golden red of the wood core suddenly burst out, illuminating the entire Wangxing Tower as bright as day.

Wu Hen rushed towards Meilin holding the plum branch, and the thunder and fire talisman exploded with blue and purple light at his feet.

The shadow of Susano was scorched until it sizzled and began to steam. "You say this is a god?"

"I'll chop it off for you to see today!"

Merlin's scepter smashed to the ground, and the black blood suddenly condensed into chains that wrapped around Wu Hen's ankles.

Lin Qiye thrust out his demon-slaying sword, the sword light wrapped in the golden red of the plum branch, and with a "click" sound, it cut through the chain.

Wu Hen took the opportunity to rush in front of Meilin, and stabbed him in the chest with the plum branch - the golden red of the wood core penetrated the robe,

It burned a charred hole in Merlin's heart.

"Impossible..." Merlin retreated while covering his wound. Susanoo's shadow suddenly dissipated into black mist.

"That plum branch..."

"Old Chen said the plum tree is waiting for the man who cuts down the moon."

Wu Hen thrust the plum branch into the ground, and a golden-red beam of light shot straight towards the dark moon.

"You stole the remains of the gods and sacrificed them to the dark demons. What kind of god are you?"

The dark moon suddenly shook violently, and the black fog rushed towards the plum branches as if it had been drained away.

Lin Qiye's demon-slaying sword automatically flew up, the tip of the sword pointed at Dark Moon, and the sword body vibrated with a buzzing sound.

He reached out to catch the sword, and felt a warm current from the sword running up his arm—the golden red of the plum branches.

It followed his hand and went into the sword.

"The twin moons are about to set." Wu Hen looked up at the sky. The red moon and the dark moon were slowly sinking.

The dark mist of the dark moon was completely absorbed by the plum branches, but the light of the red moon was brighter than before.

"Lao Lin, give me the sword."

Lin Qiye handed over the demon-slaying sword.

Wu Hen held the sword, and the golden red of the plum branch climbed up the blade and condensed into a small sun at the tip of the sword.

He aimed his sword at the dark moon, and the golden-red sword light cut through the sky.

The dark moon exploded into pieces with a "boom", and black rain fell down with a crackling sound, burning blue flames when it touched the ground.

The light of the red moon fell on the two of them.

Lin Qiye picked up the plum branch on the ground. The golden red of the wood core had faded a little, but it still felt warm to the touch.

He looked at the fragments of the dark moon gradually dissipating in the distance, and the Demon-Slaying Sword trembled slightly in Wu Hen's hand, as if cheering.

"Xia Simeng said there will be three waves of beasts, the first wave is the dark demons." Wu Hen returned the sword to him,

"Now that the Dark Moon has exploded, the first wave has been broken."

"But the gate of Yuecheng is not open yet." Lin Qiye touched the plum branch and could feel a power dormant inside.

"Old Chen said he wanted to stand at the gate of Moon City and chop down the moon. Now the red moon is still there."

Wu Hen took out his cigarette box and found it was empty.

He crushed the cigarette case, looked at the pale sky rising in the east, and smiled: "See you at the gate of Yuecheng in seven days."

"When the time comes, bring the plum branches and the sword and chop the motherfuckers off."

The wind picked up again, this time bringing with it a sweet scent of plum blossoms.

Lin Qiye put the plum branch back on his waist, and the demon-slaying sword moved slightly in its sheath.

He knew that the real tough battle was still ahead, but at least they had plum branches, swords, and each other.