Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Liu Sanku sat under the lamp, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold Duan inkstone.

The inkstone was solid and warm to the touch, as if it could soothe the rage boiling in his heart.

The fire of humiliation still burned his internal organs.

For ten years, he advised Zhang Biao and took care of everything on the waterways of Jialing City.

From a small warehouse, it has grown into a huge force that can compete with the government.

He thought he was Zhang Biao's right-hand man and an indispensable think tank.

ridiculous!

In Zhang Biao's eyes, he was just a dog that could wag its tail and beg for mercy and occasionally come up with some bad ideas.

His talent and hard work were treated like trash by that fat pig and trampled upon.

"A wise bird chooses its tree, a wise minister chooses his master..."

These eight words, like a devilish sound, echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Beautiful young lady... He had never seen this legendary figure before. He only heard that she was the most beautiful woman in the city, but she lived in seclusion and was mysterious.

Why would a woman like this want to win him over?

What is she planning?

What could she give him?

he does not know.

But at this moment, this inkstone, this brush of wolf hair, this "appreciation" from the dark,

But it became the only straw he grabbed when he was drowning.

On one side is humiliation at your fingertips, and on the other side is respect that is out of reach.

On one side is the visible quagmire, and on the other side are the invisible clouds.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the confusion and hesitation in his eyes had been replaced by a hint of ruthlessness.

He's had enough!

Rather than being boiled to death in the quagmire, it is better to jump out with all your might. Even if you are smashed to pieces, it is worse than living in such a cowardly way!

Just as his mind was racing, a very slight knock came from the window frame.

The sound was so faint that if he hadn't been concentrating so intensely at the moment, he would have almost thought it was fallen leaves being blown by the night wind.

Liu San shuddered all over and instantly woke up from his chaotic thoughts.

He was not a reckless man. Years of caution made him hold his breath immediately. He moved quietly to the window and peeked out through the gap.

There was no one outside, only the moonlight shining on the bluestone slabs, casting mottled shadows of the trees.

He felt relieved, thinking he had misheard.

Just as I was about to turn around, I caught a glimpse of something on the edge of the windowsill from the corner of my eye. It seemed like there was something extra.

He carefully pushed open the window, and a small bamboo tube with a stone tied to it with a thin rope was lying there quietly.

His heart skipped a beat. Another person from "The Beautiful Young Master's Mansion"?

He quickly removed the bamboo tube, closed the window, and returned to the lamp.

He pulled out the cork at one end of the bamboo tube, and a very thin piece of paper rolled up slid into his palm.

When I unfolded the note, there was not a single word of nonsense on it, only densely packed small characters.

Under the light, Liu San's pupils suddenly contracted.

The paper recorded the precise moment when the guards at Wangjiang Tower changed their guards, and the private complaints of several leaders whom Zhang Biao regarded as his confidants.

Even... he saw the numbers of those cargo ships!

What made him even more frightened was that the note clearly stated,

What those ships were actually carrying was not the silk and tea as declared, but salt and iron, the smuggling of which was strictly prohibited by the imperial court!

In an instant, cold sweat soaked Liu San's back.

He knew better than anyone what smuggling salt and iron meant.

This is a heinous crime that is enough to confiscate property and exterminate the entire family!

That idiot Zhang Biao actually dared to do this kind of business behind his back!

No wonder they refused to give him any share of the credit for tonight's success. It turned out they wanted to completely exclude him from this "core business".

If the contents of this note were handed over to the government, Zhang Biao would not be able to get enough heads even if he had ten!

His gaze fell back on the four treasures of the study on the table, and his breathing became rapid.

This is not a gift to win over others, it is clearly a knife that has been sharpened, poisoned, and accurately delivered to his hand!

The person who gave the gift not only knew Liu San's situation and unwillingness, but also knew Zhang Biao's lifeblood clearly.

This method and insight are simply terrifying to the extreme!

That "beautiful young man" is definitely not a woman with only beautiful looks.

She is a tigress lurking in the deepest part of Jialing City. If she doesn't move, it's fine. But if she moves, she will choose someone to devour!

And now, she chose to keep the knife for herself.

The last bit of hesitation in Liu San's heart disappeared when he saw the four words "private salt and ironware".

He and Zhang Biao were no longer master and servant, but mortal enemies.

He slowly stood up, walked to the table, and poured clear water into the Duan inkstone.

He picked up the ink stick and began to grind it steadily and forcefully, one stroke at a time.

As he moved, the cold inkstone was gradually filled with black ink, emitting a faint fragrance of ink.

He picked up the finely crafted wolf hair brush and dipped it in thick ink.

The tip of the brush is upright and absorbs ink smoothly, which is far superior to the miscellaneous brushes he usually uses.

A drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen and spread on the inkstone, like a flower of death blooming in the dark night.

Liu San spread out a piece of paper, his eyes flashing with cold and excited light.

Zhang Biao's death began with this stroke.

Just when all the emperors thought that this was just an ordinary natural disaster, something strange happened!

Above the Holy Sky Fox Mountain, the golden and white lights that symbolized the luck and destiny of the Sky Fox bloodline suddenly boiled over!

The next moment, an incredibly thick golden beam of light appeared.

It rushed up from the top of the mountain, like a divine sword that could split the sky, tearing the sky apart and piercing into the depths of the thick calamity clouds!

boom--!

The sky has changed color!

The inky black calamity cloud that was enough to terrify even the god-level strongmen was rendered into a strange and overbearing dark gold at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In the clouds, the dull roar turned into a roar, and countless golden electric snakes moved wildly, as if brewing a terrifying blow that could destroy everything.

What kind of disaster is this?!

Never seen or heard of before!

Deathly silence enveloped the entire ancestral temple. All the powerful people who were watching held their breath, and even their hearts seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand.

In this extreme depression, a trembling voice filled with disbelief finally broke the silence.