Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen's eyes were as cold as ice as he swept over the group of residents who were surrounding Yuuri Takibai and talking dirty.

Lin Qiye stood beside him, his hand on the hilt of the knife, his face also expressionless.

At this tense moment, several men with weapons suddenly jumped out of the crowd.

They were holding sharpened steel bars and worn-out fire axes, with a look of madness and determination on their faces.

"Outsiders, die!"

"Kill them! Take all their stuff!"

"Don't let them get near that woman!"

A few roars broke the deadlock, and the men rushed towards Wu Hen and Lin Qiye like mad dogs.

They felt that no matter how powerful these two men were, they could not withstand their desperate attack.

Instead of stopping it, the surrounding residents showed excitement and anticipation, waiting to see the show.

However, the bloody scene they expected appeared, but the protagonist was not what they imagined.

When the steel bars and axes were half a meter away from his body, Wu Hen moved.

No one saw how he drew the sword, only a soft "clang" sound was heard, like the roar of a dragon drawing from its sheath.

The next second, a black lightning streaked through the air.

The crazy expressions on the faces of the men who were rushing in the front froze instantly.

Their bodies still maintained the forward posture, but the breath of life had disappeared.

"Pfft."

There were several muffled sounds, and several heads rolled to the ground. The blood spurting from the necks dyed the ground red.

The headless corpse took two more steps forward due to inertia before collapsing with a loud bang.

In an instant, the whole world was quiet.

The only thing left in the air was the smell of blood and the pounding of hearts.

The excitement and gloating on the faces of all the residents turned into extreme fear.

They stared at Wu Hen who was standing in front of the pool of blood, as if they had seen a ghost.

Wu Hen slowly sheathed the knife, without a drop of blood on the blade.

His movements were not fast, but every detail was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

He raised his eyes, and those eyes, which were calm without a trace of ripples, swept over everyone present again.

"Who else wants to try it?" His voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

The crowd was dead silent.

"I'm a person whose rules are very simple."

Wu Hen continued speaking in that calm tone, as if he was stating something that was perfectly normal.

"You can be afraid of death, you can be selfish, you can do whatever it takes to survive."

"I can understand all of this because I am the same person."

He paused, his eyes suddenly becoming as sharp as a knife.

"But I will kill anyone who dares to touch my people."

"I will kill anyone who dares to insult me."

"From now on, whoever dares to look at her like this..."

His finger gently pointed at Yuuri Takishiro who was protected by the little girl.

"Not only will I kill him, I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

As the words fell, there was a sound of gasps from the crowd.

Everyone involuntarily took a big step back, putting some distance between themselves and the demon.

They had no doubt that if this man said it, he could definitely do it.

Lin Qiye did not move from beginning to end, but just watched everything coldly. His existence itself was a silent deterrent.

Wu Hen no longer paid any attention to the frightened residents. He took a step forward and walked straight towards the little girl holding Yuuri Takishiro.

The murderous aura in his body had subsided, but the bloody scene just now still frightened the little girl so much that she trembled all over.

She hugged Yuuri Takishiro tightly, raised her head, and looked at Wu Hen with a look that was both fearful and a little stubborn.

"Don't be afraid."

Wu Hen squatted down in front of her, trying to make his voice sound gentler.

"We are her companions and we are here to rescue her."

The little girl bit her lip and said nothing, but her arms around Yuuri Takishiro tightened.

She didn't know Wu Hen, and in this ghost place where human life was worth less than a dog's, she didn't dare to trust anyone easily.

"Look." Wu Hen pointed at the sword on Yuuri Takibai's waist.

"This knife is the same as ours. We are together."

The little girl followed Wu Hen's finger and looked.

He looked at the weapons on Wu Hen and Lin Qiye's waists again, and the vigilance in his eyes relaxed slightly.

"She is seriously injured. If she is not treated, her life will be in danger."

Wu Hen's tone was sincere, "Let me take a look at her condition, okay? I promise I won't hurt you."

The little girl hesitated for a long time. She looked at Yuuri Takishiro, whose face was as pale as paper and whose breathing was weak.

He looked again at the man in front of him who had just looked like a god of death.

In the end, the instinct for survival and concern for Yuuri Takishiro overcame fear.

She nodded and whispered in a sobbing voice, "Please...save Sister Takibai..."

"Don't worry." After getting permission, Wu Hen immediately stepped forward and carefully checked Yuuri Takibai's injuries.

He placed his fingers on Yuuri Takishiro's wrist, feeling for the faint pulse.

Then he gently lifted the clothes on her abdomen and saw the roughly treated wound.

The wound was very deep, and the surrounding flesh had turned black. It was obviously caused by some kind of sharp claws containing poison.

And because he did not receive timely treatment, he has already shown signs of serious infection.

Wu Hen's brows instantly twisted into a "川" shape.

"What's the situation?" Lin Qiye walked over and asked in a low voice.

"It's terrible." Wu Hen's voice sank.

"The corpse poison has begun to spread, and he's lost too much blood. If we delay any longer, even if the poison can be cleared, he won't be able to hold on."

When the little girl heard the word "very bad", she could no longer hold back her tears and they fell down.

Wu Hen took a deep breath, stood up, and turned to the group of residents who were still standing there in a daze.

This time, his eyes were no longer cold and calm, but burning with a flame called "Tyrant's Wrath".

"Who were the ones who attacked her just now? And who were the ones who were making sarcastic remarks?"

His voice sounded like it came from hell, carrying with it an unquestionable majesty.

The crowd was in an uproar. No one dared to stand up or speak. They all lowered their heads desperately, afraid of being noticed by him.

"Don't tell?" Wu Hen sneered.

"very good."

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at a fat man at the front of the crowd.

"You just had the happiest laugh."

The fat man was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"No…it wasn't me! I didn't!"

Wu Hen didn't listen to his explanation at all. He appeared in front of the fat man in a flash.

He grabbed his neck and lifted him up with one hand.

"I don't want to say it a third time." Wu Hen's voice was extremely cold.

"Everyone who was gathered here just now, kneel down. Kowtow to her and admit your mistakes."

"Why...why..." An unconvinced voice came weakly from the crowd.

"Just this." Wu Hen exerted force on his hand.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the fat man's neck was broken by him.

His head tilted to a strange angle and he was completely silent.

Wu Hen threw the body aside like a garbage bag.

"Anyone else have any comments?" He looked around.

This time, no one dared to raise any objection.

"Pfft!"

"Puff! Puff!"

The crowd knelt down in groups like cut wheat.

He kowtowed with all his strength in the direction of Yuuri Takishiro, and his forehead made a dull sound when it hit the ground.

Fear overwhelms all dignity.

"sorry!"

"We are wrong! We are not human!"

"Please spare us!"

The sounds of begging for mercy and kowtowing mixed together, and the scene was both funny and terrifying.

Wu Hen watched all this indifferently until their foreheads were bleeding, then he said lightly: "Get lost."

One word, like the sound of nature.

The group of residents fled in all directions as if they had been pardoned, not daring to stay even for a second.

The scene was finally completely clear.

Lin Qiye looked at Wu Hen with a complicated look in his eyes: "If you do this, you will push everyone against us."

"I don't care." Wu Hen's answer was simple and direct.

"In this place, kindness and reason don't work. Only fear can make them learn respect."

"I need an absolutely quiet and safe environment to rescue her."

As he spoke, he squatted down again and looked at the unconscious Yuuri Takishiro, his mind working rapidly.

Conventional treatments are definitely not effective, and professional equipment and drugs are required.

"The zombies here are becoming more and more active. We can't stay here for long."

Lin Qiye reminded him, observing his surroundings vigilantly.

"I know." Wu Hen nodded, and he seemed to have made some kind of decision.

He pulled a nondescript piece of black metal from his pocket and pressed it lightly.

"Black Eye No. 007."

His voice came through the metal, calm and clear.

"Come to my coordinates immediately, with a full set of life support systems and broad-spectrum antivenom."

"I need you as a caregiver."

After doing all this, Wu Hen stood up and looked up at the gray sky.

For some reason, he always felt a little depressed, as if something bad was about to happen.

Lin Qiye seemed to sense something as well. He followed his gaze and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Wu Hen did not answer immediately, but just stared at a certain direction in the sky, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

"Nothing..." He spoke slowly, his tone carrying a subtle solemnity.

"I just feel that the real trouble is probably just beginning."

Wu Hen's eyes were colder than the pool of blood on the ground.

He glanced at the group of residents surrounding Yuuri Takishiro, and the obscene words buzzed like flies.

Lin Qiye was beside him, his right thumb had gently pushed away the guard of the knife handle, his face also as gloomy as water.

In this dead silent confrontation, several men with weapons suddenly jumped out from the crowd.

In their hands were sharpened steel bars and fire axes with broken blades, and their faces showed the madness of being forced into a desperate situation.

"Kill them! Everything they have belongs to us!"

A few roars broke the deadlock, and the men were like wild dogs that smelled blood.

It stabbed straight towards Wu Hen and Lin Qiye.

In their opinion, no matter how strong these two people are, they are just two pieces of fatter meat.

Instead of trying to stop it, the surrounding residents' eyes were filled with greed and anticipation, waiting to see a spectacle of blood and flesh flying everywhere.