Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen just stood there, motionless, like a stone statue with its soul sucked out.

In his eyes, there was only the face sleeping quietly in the medical cabin.

Galan's breathing was steady and the data on the instrument showed everything was normal, but she just wouldn't wake up.

This kind of normality has become the most abnormal torture.

Time seemed to have stopped here, and every second was like a knife, slowly cutting into his heart.

All the sounds and lights around him seemed to be blocked by an invisible membrane and could not enter his world.

In his world, there was only endless silence and suffocating pain.

Ji Nian walked gently behind him, looked at his stiff back, wanted to say something, but felt that any words seemed so pale and powerless.

He opened his mouth, but in the end it just turned into a sigh.

"Wu Hen..." Jinian's voice was very soft, with a hint of caution.

"I know you're feeling bad right now, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Hen acted as if he didn't hear him and continued to stare at Jia Lan motionlessly.

Just as Ji Nian was about to persuade him again, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from outside.

A knight in a black uniform walked in quickly, looking very anxious.

"President!" The knight's voice was very low, but the urgency in his tone could not be concealed.

"Something's wrong. You need to go there right away."

Ji Nian frowned, looked back at him, and asked, "What's the hurry?"

"This is news from the ancestral temple." The knight said quickly.

"A drastic change has occurred in the Holy Fox Mountain, and it seems to be related to the man named Tang San."

"The specific situation is still unclear, but the Great Sky Fox Demon Emperor is furious, and the atmosphere in the entire ancestral court is extremely tense."

"We must hold a meeting immediately to discuss countermeasures."

Jinian's expression instantly turned serious.

The matter of the Holy Fox Mountain is no small matter; it concerns the balance of power in the entire continent.

He knew that this matter could not be delayed.

He turned his head and looked at Wu Hen again, his eyes full of worry.

He wanted to stay and accompany this young man who was about to be overwhelmed by grief, but his duty required him to leave.

"Wu Hen, I have to go first. I have something very urgent to deal with."

There was an apology in Ji Nian's voice, "You must... hold on."

"Jialan...she must also want to see you cheer up."

Wu Hen's shoulders seemed to move slightly, but he still didn't turn around or speak.

Jinian knew that it was useless to say anything now, so he could only suppress the heavy mood.

He patted Wu Hen's shoulder, then quickly followed the knight out of the room.

The door was closed gently with a soft "click".

This slight sound seemed to break some kind of balance, and the room instantly became emptier and more silent.

Now, Wu Hen is the only one left here.

It seemed as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

He walked slowly, step by step, to the medical bay, his movements as stiff as a puppet.

He slowly bent down and looked at Galan's face through the transparent cabin wall.

Her eyelashes were very long and drooped quietly, and there seemed to be a subtle curve at the corners of her mouth, as if she was having a sweet dream.

Wu Hen stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but was blocked by the cold cabin wall.

He withdrew his hand and sat down in the chair next to the medical bay.

Then he found an opening on the outside of the cabin, which was designed to allow relatives to feel the patient's temperature.

He reached in and gently and carefully held Galan's slightly cold hand.

Her hands were soft, but they no longer had the warmth and strength they once had.

Wu Hen just held it like this, sitting straight, looking at her without blinking,

Like a solidified sculpture, it never moved again.

At the same time, a black car was speeding on the winding mountain road.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.

Yurina leaned against the window in the back seat, watching the scenery outside rapidly receding, and felt a little depressed in her heart.

The news of Galan's accident was a huge blow to everyone.

She turned her head and was about to say something to break the silence, but her eyes were drawn to a majestic mountain in the distance.

Even from a distance, one can still feel the grandeur and majesty of the mountain.

The tops of the mountains were covered with white snow, sparkling in the sunlight.

"Is that... Mount Fuji?" Yurina asked in surprise.

"What are we doing here?"

Shota Hoshimi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around. His expression was very serious, not as relaxed as usual.

"Yes, it is Mount Fuji." He replied.

"We came here to find one last thing."

"The last thing?" Yu-Rina was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"You mean... the last Huojin Sword?"

"That's right." Hoshimi Shota nodded and said in a firm tone,

"According to the prophecy I received, the last Huojin Sword,"

"The one codenamed [Mountain Burial] is sealed somewhere in Mount Fuji."

Hearing the word "prophecy", the other people in the car perked up.

Shota Hoshimi's ability to predict the future is their greatest reliance in this operation.

Furuhara Ryoki, who was driving, asked in a deep voice, "Shota, is this prediction accurate? Can you confirm the exact location?"

"The prophecy clearly points to Mount Fuji. There's no doubt about that."

Hoshimi Shouta's brow furrowed slightly, "But the exact location is very vague, the prophecy only gave a hint."

"What's the hint?" Amamiya Haruki, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, which were as sharp as an eagle.

Hoshimi Shota looked out the window at Mount Fuji, which was getting closer and closer, and said slowly, "The prophecy says that the sword is hidden in... 'the place where the corpse gods guard.'"

"The place guarded by the Corpse God?" Yurina repeated, feeling that the name made people feel creepy.

"What does this mean? Does it mean..."

Amamiya Haruki, who was sitting next to her, took over the conversation. His voice was low and calm, with a convincing power.

"The literal meaning should not be difficult to understand." He looked at the outline of Mount Fuji outside the window, his eyes becoming deeper.

"'Corpse God', I'm afraid it doesn't refer to a real god."

"More likely, it refers to some powerful corpse beast, or a monster formed from countless corpses."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious.

"And 'guarding'... means that there are probably more than one of those things." Inside the car, the dull air almost condensed into substance.

Amamiya Haruki stared at the scenery rapidly receding outside the window.

The huge outline of Mount Fuji is faintly visible in the thin morning mist, like a sleeping ancient beast.

His indifferent voice broke the silence.

As if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him: "There is a prophecy in the ancient Yin-Yang master's book,"

"When the source of the chaos reappears, Mount Fuji will become 'a place guarded by corpse gods.'"

"The place guarded by the Corpse God?" Hoshimi Shota's face turned pale due to nervousness.

Hearing this ominous word made things even worse. "What...what does this mean?"

"What this means is that what we are about to face may not just be a knife."

Amamiya Haruki's eyes are as deep as the night.

"The evil energy released by the sword named [Mountain Burial] is enough to attract, create, and enslave countless ghouls and demons."

"The 'corpse god' in the prophecy might be the sword itself, and its 'guard' is the army of corpse beasts that use the entire mountain as their lair."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring over Yurina and Shota's hearts.

They thought it was just a dangerous search mission.

But he didn't expect that he was plunging into a legendary devil's realm!

The off-road vehicle groaned as it was overwhelmed and finally drove into the scenic area at the foot of Mount Fuji.

However, the scene before them made everyone feel depressed.

Here, there are no more tourists as in the past, no more bustling shops and no more flags of tour guides.

Instead, there was deathly silence.

The parking lot was empty, with a few abandoned cars covered in thick volcanic ash.

The car window was shattered, as if it had been violently smashed open by something.

Torn backpacks and scattered items can be seen everywhere.

The dark red spots on the ground that had long since dried up silently told of the ominous events that had occurred here.

"It seems... no tourists dare to come here anymore." Shota muttered, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"The road is still passable. Let's drive directly up the mountain and go as far as we can." Amamiya Haruki's order was brief and powerful.

The off-road vehicle roared again and climbed up the winding mountain road.

This road, which was built specifically for sightseeing, has now become a stairway to hell.

The road surface is covered with cracks, and huge fallen rocks appear in front of it from time to time.

This forced Shota to concentrate fully and make dangerous detours again and again.

The car body was shaking, swaying and tilting violently, as if it was not driving on the road, but a small boat in the stormy waves.

"vomit--!"

After a violent shaking, Yurina, who had been holding back, could no longer bear it. She pushed open the car door and vomited while holding onto the guardrail.

Immediately afterwards, Shota Hoshimi also turned pale. He barely stopped the car on the side of the road, rushed down and joined the vomiting group.

Only Amemiya Haruki sat in the back seat as steady as a rock, as if the vibration that could shake a person's internal organs had no effect on him.

He got out of the car and handed a bottle of water to Yurina, but his eyes were already on the higher mountains.

"The car can't make it. The road ahead has completely collapsed." He announced calmly.

"Next, we'll walk."

Yurina rinsed her mouth, her pale face full of determination: "Yes!"

Haruki Amemiya looked at the misty mountain top, which seemed to hide the ultimate secret of the world.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of allure and allure: "The Huojin sword I'm looking for is called [Zangshan]."

"Legend has it that it was forged by an ancient swordsman who slew a mountain god. The blade is infused with the mountain god's bones and the dragon veins of Mount Fuji."

"It has the power to suppress and bury everything, including enemies, mountains, and even...nations."

Bury the country!

The two words exploded like thunder in Yurina and Shota's ears, giving them a clearer understanding of the horror of this knife.

"Such a powerful weapon would definitely choose to reside in the most dangerous and densely populated places with the most concentrated spiritual veins."

"I guess it's in the crater on the top of the mountain." Amamiya Haruki turned to look at Yurina.

"Your [Chizuru] can come in handy."

Yurina nodded heavily.

She took a deep breath and grasped the hilt of the knife at her waist with her right hand.

It was an elegantly shaped wakizashi, with lifelike crane patterns engraved on the scabbard.

"--untie!"

With a light shout, she suddenly drew her sword from its sheath!

However, what came out of the sheath was not cold steel, but a soft white light!

In the light, the blade dissipated bit by bit, transforming into countless palm-sized paper cranes.

Each one is so lifelike, as if injected with life.

"Go, Chizuru!" Yurina pointed forward.

Thousands of paper cranes flapped their wings and flew high in an instant, making a subtle and pleasant rustling sound.

They merged into a white torrent, swirling up into the sky,

They scattered towards the top of the mountain and began a carpet search.

This is both reconnaissance and guidance.