Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Just as Wu Hen's thoughts were in a mess, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.

A soft "click" sound attracted his attention.

A familiar figure walked in. He was wearing a black combat uniform.

There was an unconcealable fatigue on his face, and his eye sockets were sunken and bloodshot.

It was Lin Qiye.

When Lin Qiye saw Wu Hen lying on the bed with his eyes open, he was stunned at first, and then an uncontrollable ecstasy appeared on his face.

He walked quickly to the bedside, his voice trembling:

"Wu Hen? You're awake?! You're finally fucking awake!"

"Lin Qiye?" Wu Hen's voice was a little hoarse. After confirming the person,

A huge weight lifted off his chest, and immediately, all those questions started to escape his lips. "Where is this? Are we... back?"

Lin Qiye nodded vigorously, pulled the chair next to him and sat down.

He let out a long sigh, as if to let out all the fatigue of the past few days.

"came back."

"This is the medical department of the Night Watch's Chinese headquarters. We are safe now."

He looked at Wu Hen with a complicated expression, "You have been in a coma for three days and three nights."

"Three days and three nights..." Wu Hen muttered to himself. The time made him a little dazed.

He looked at Lin Qiye, "How did we escape? I remember..."

"It's An Qingyu." Lin Qiye explained,

"At the most critical moment, he exhausted all his divine power,"

"They forcibly tore open a space rift and teleported us back."

"The rift only lasted for less than three seconds. As soon as we emerged, it closed. Those guys from Takama-ga-hara were unable to catch up."

Wu Hen's eyes fell on the bandage on his chest, and then he looked at the IV tube.

He asked doubtfully, "My injury... The power of the Ame-Kurosakumo sword is extremely overbearing and full of destructive divinity."

"Logically, my body shouldn't be able to heal itself."

"But what's going on here?"

Mentioning this, Lin Qiye's expression became serious.

"You're right."

"When you were first sent back, your vital signs were extremely weak. The power of the Ame-no-Kume sword was destroying your body crazily."

"The doctors at headquarters tried everything but to no avail."

He pointed to the IV bottle and said, "This isn't an ordinary medicine."

"It's... a diluted solution of the divine blood of the [Mother Goddess of Life]."

"[Mother Goddess of Life]?!" Wu Hen's eyes were full of shock.

That is one of the supreme beings in mythology and legends who controls the origin of life.

"Correct."

Lin Qiye said in a deep voice, "This is one of the headquarters' last trump cards."

"The Mother Goddess's divine blood possesses the purest life force, and only this level of power."

"It can barely neutralize the destructive divinity of the Ame-no-Kurosakumo sword within you."

"Holding you alive and stimulating your body to repair itself."

"The tingling and numbness you feel right now is the result of two divine powers fighting and blending within your body, ultimately reaching a balance."

It turned out to be the case.

Wu Hen understood in his heart, no wonder he was able to survive that fatal injury.

However, using such precious strategic resources would be a huge favor.

"Where are the others?" Wu Hen struggled to sit up, but was held down by Lin Qiye.

"Don't move, your injury hasn't healed yet." Lin Qiye shook his head.

"An Qingyu's divine power has been overdrawn and he is still in a coma, but his life is not in danger."

"Cao Yuan and Jia Lan are all fine, they're just exhausted and are resting."

"Our team... suffered a major setback this time."

Wu Hen was silent.

He could imagine how thrilling the scene was at that time, and he could also feel how much pressure Lin Qiye had been under in the past few days.

He looked at Lin Qiye's bloodshot eyes and said hoarsely: "It's not your fault."

"We are facing gods after all."

A trace of pain and self-blame flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes, but he said nothing more.

He just patted Wu Hen's shoulder and said, "I'm glad you woke up. If you don't wake up, I really don't know what to do."

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of liquid dripping from the IV tube.

The sunlight from outside the window shines in through the gaps in the blinds.

It cast mottled light and shadows on the ground, dispelling the last trace of darkness in Wu Hen's heart.

Although I was seriously injured and the road ahead was still uncertain, I returned to a familiar place.

Seeing his familiar comrades, a feeling called "peace of mind" finally returned to his heart.

"You should have a good rest first and take care of your body." Lin Qiye stood up and

"I'll go notify the doctor and your sister... She's been going crazy these past few days."

When he heard the word "sister", a rare hint of unnaturalness appeared on Wu Hen's usually stern face.

Lin Qiye saw it and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing the first smile from the heart in these few days.

It's nice to be alive.

Wei Dong's face turned pale in an instant, and he wanted to die.

He suddenly grabbed Wu Hen's arm, his voice trembling.

He practically squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Are you fucking crazy? Do you want to die? Shut up right now!"

But it was too late.

The man in the box who had been surrounded by several women suddenly waved his hand.

The women immediately and quietly stepped aside.

Then, the man slowly turned around, with a cold yet playful gaze.

He walked straight through the crowd and locked himself firmly on Wu Hen.

"Let him in."

The man's voice was not loud, but it made Wei Dong's body tremble even more violently.

Wu Hen actually felt the pressure in his heart, but his face remained calm.

He gently shook off Wei Dong's hand and walked straight in.

The president of the Shangxie Society looked at him with interest and suddenly laughed.

"You," the president pointed at Wu Hen, then pointed at himself,

"What did you say to me just now? Say it again."