Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye frowned as he looked at the new host road in front of him, which was in complete chaos.

The roads were littered with abandoned vehicles, some of which were still emitting black smoke.

On the commercial building in the distance, the huge electronic billboard had shattered, flashing ominous sparks.

On the entire street, only one store's neon sign was still on.

The pink-purple light seemed out of place in the apocalyptic scene.

The sign had the words "Asaba Club" written in large, ornate fonts.

"Captain, where are we going now?"

A team member asked, panting, his face still covered in dust from the previous battle.

"Let's go there." Wei Dong pointed to the club.

"In this situation, only places like this may have independent power supply systems and sufficient supplies,"

"Besides, this seems to be the only place still functioning normally."

Ji Nian's eyes suddenly lit up, and she moved closer to Lin Qiye.

He whispered excitedly, "Captain, Captain, that looks like a gigolo club."

"I've only seen it on TV shows before and never been inside. Do we really want to go there?"

Her words relaxed the tense nerves of several team members around her a little.

Lin Qiye glanced at her, said nothing, and just nodded.

Now is not the time to worry about these things. The most important thing is to find a safe temporary base.

He knew very well that this kind of place was full of good and bad people.

But precisely because of this, it was possible for it to protect itself in the chaos and might even have received some information in advance.

"Let's go, follow closely." Lin Qiye ordered in a low voice.

The group immediately moved towards the Asaba Club.

Ji Nian was the first to rush over. Her excitement didn't seem like she was carrying out a dangerous mission, but rather like she was on a trip.

She pushed open the club's gorgeous glass door and froze in place.

"Welcome...eh?"

There were two men in exquisite suits standing at the door. They had professional smiles on their faces.

But when she saw Ji Nian and the members of the Shangxie Society who were entering one after another, all with serious expressions and carrying weapons, the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

"Wow, the waiters here are so handsome." Jinian was still sighing softly.

However, the next second, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

The dozen or so gigolos who were originally scattered around the hall, almost at the same time,

From under the sofa, behind the bar, and even from inside their suits, they all pulled out pistols.

The black muzzles of the guns were instantly pointed at Lin Qiye and his group at the door.

The air in the entire hall seemed to freeze, and the pink light that was ambiguous just now now seemed particularly cold.

The members of the Shangxie Society also reacted very quickly, almost at the same time as the other party drew their guns,

They immediately raised their weapons, and the two sides confronted each other, and the situation was about to break out.

"Who are you?" a man standing in the front, who looked like the leader, asked coldly.

His hair was dyed silver, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he lacked the gentleness that a cowherd should have.

Jin Yi was frightened by the scene and shrank back, hiding behind Wei Dong.

She now finally understood that this place seemed to be different from what she had imagined.

Lin Qiye's eyes swept across the entire audience, his mind rapidly calculating.

Although the other side had a large number of people, they all looked like ordinary people, and they were holding conventional firearms.

If a real fight breaks out, Shangxie Hui is absolutely sure to end the battle within seconds.

However, they came here to find a place to rest, not to make enemies.

"Don't fire." Lin Qiye used his eyes to stop the team members who were about to take action.

Then, Wei Dong beside him took a step forward and raised his hands to indicate that he had no hostility.

"We have no ill intentions." Wei Dong said in fluent Japanese.

"We are the Night Watchmen of Daxia, the Shangxie Society."

"I just came here to find a place to rest temporarily. You can see the current situation outside."

When the silver-haired man heard the word "Night Watch", his eyes changed obviously, but he did not put down the gun in his hand.

"Night Watch? Is there anything that can prove your identity?" He remained vigilant.

Wei Dong took out a black badge from his pocket, with an ancient sword engraved in the middle.

He threw the badge over.

The silver-haired man caught the badge with one hand, looked at it carefully, then looked up at them again.

His gaze lingered on Lin Qiye for a moment, as if judging something.

After about ten seconds, he finally waved.

"Put away all the guns."

After hearing his order, the gigolos in the hall put away their guns.

He put on his professional smile again, as if the tense scene just now had never happened.

The silver-haired man threw the badge back to Wei Dong and made a gesture of invitation.

"Sorry, I misunderstood."

"I'm the person in charge here, Asaba Yukiji." He said in a slightly more relaxed tone.

"It's so chaotic out there right now, with all kinds of people around. We have to be careful."

"Since you are a friend of the Night's Watch, please come in."

Lin Qiye nodded and led everyone in.

Asaba Yukiji took them to the third floor of the club, which seemed to be the place where employees rested and stayed.

"This floor is empty now. You can rest here for a while."

"We will provide food and water. If you need anything, just tell me directly."

After giving his instructions, Asaba Yukiji turned around and left tactfully, leaving them some space.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, the members of Shangxie Society immediately got busy.

"Medical team, check the condition of the injured immediately, especially Wu Hen."

Lin Qiye commanded calmly,

"Communications team, set up equipment immediately and try to contact headquarters."

"Wei Dong, take a few people to the first and second floors and help them set up the outer defenses. Since this is a temporary base, safety is the most important thing."

"Yes!"

Everyone immediately split up and the originally luxurious lounge instantly became a temporary command center.

After Lin Qiye arranged everything, he quickly walked into the innermost room.

In the room, Wu Hen was lying quietly on the bed. His face was still pale and his breathing was still weak.

A girl from the medical team was carefully treating the wound on his chest.

"How is he?" Lin Qiye asked in a low voice.

The girl shook her head, her face full of worry: "It's not good."

"The wound caused by the sword is very strange. It seems that there is a very domineering force that prevents the wound from healing."

"Our healing techniques are of limited effectiveness."

"Now we can only use drugs to maintain his vital signs."

Lin Qiye's fists clenched unconsciously.

He knew that it was the wound left by the Ame-Kurosakumo sword. The power of that divine weapon was indeed not something that could be dealt with by ordinary treatment methods.

He knew very well that if Wu Hen did not wake up, the rest of the mission would become extremely difficult.

"Just do your best." He patted the girl's shoulder.

"If you need anything, please tell me at any time."

After saying that, he walked out of the room, leaned against the wall in the corridor, and took a deep breath.

Everything happened so suddenly. From the time they entered the "human circle" to now, they have been in a passive situation.

Now, Wu Hen is seriously injured and unconscious again, and he feels the burden on his shoulders is even heavier.

Time passed little by little in this tense and busy atmosphere.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wu Hen, who was lying on the bed, suddenly moved his fingers slightly.

His consciousness seemed to slowly emerge from the endless deep sea, and the first thing to recover was his senses.

it hurts.

Waves of tearing pain came from his chest, making him want to curl up.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was an unfamiliar ceiling with a modern crystal chandelier hanging on it.

Where is this place?

Wu Hen's mind was in a daze.

The last thing he remembered seeing was the divinely radiant sword of Ame-no-Kurokumo piercing his chest.

Then there was endless darkness.

He struggled to sit up, but it agitated the wound in his chest, and a sharp pain made him gasp.

He lowered his head and saw the white bandage wrapped around his chest, which was still stained with blood.

Strangely, he could feel the cold power that had been raging in his body, blocking all life.

It seemed to be weakening, and waves of tingling and itching came from deep within the wound.

That's the feeling of muscles and tissues slowly healing.

How is this possible? How could Ame-Kume's wound heal so quickly?

He looked around and saw the IV bottle on the bedside table next to him.

A clear liquid was dripping into his arm through the plastic tube.

This modern medical equipment made him even more confused.

No, nothing is right.

Wu Hen's mind was racing.

Shouldn't I be in that ancient shrine?

Why am I lying in such a modern room?

Could it be that everything that happened before was just a dream?

But the severe pain in my chest is so real.

He stretched out his other hand that was not receiving the IV and pinched his thigh hard.

The clear feeling of pain told him that this was not a dream.

So what exactly happened?

If everything that happened before was true, why would I return to modern society?

Where is this place?

Where are Lin Qiye and the others?

What the hell is going on?

Questions one after another flooded into his mind like a tide.