Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The lights in the train toilet flickered dimly, reflecting the distorted and terrified face of the demon boy in the mirror.

It stared at the girl in front of it, making meaningless "clucking" sounds in its throat, which sounded like both a threat and a plea.

Lu Baoyou wiped the non-existent water stains from her hands, and said in a calm tone as if she was discussing the weather: "Don't look at me like that, and don't try to find a sense of identity from me."

She tilted her head slightly, and the reflection in the mirror overlapped with the demon boy for a moment, but they were clearly distinct. "We are not the same kind."

After saying that, she didn't even look at Mo Tong again, and just opened the bathroom door and walked out.

The demon boy froze in place, the scarlet in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a deeper fear.

Lu Baoyou returned to his bunk in the carriage, sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes as if nothing had happened.

Wu Hen, who was sitting in the next bunk, twitched his eyelids. He had been paying a little attention to Lu Baoyou from the beginning to the end.

This girl has been strangely calm since she got on the bus. The time when she left and came back just now was...

The fleeting cold aura on his body made him, a time traveler, smell something unusual.

This woman is not simple.

Wu Hen silently took note of it in his heart, then closed his eyes and continued to sort out the rules of survival in this world.

Lin Qiye on the other side just raised his eyelids and took a glance, then lost interest.

After an unknown amount of time, the shrill alarm suddenly tore through the silence in the carriage!

"Woo——!!"

"Three o'clock in the morning! Everyone, get dressed and gather in carriage number one within three minutes! Latecomers will be at their own risk!"

A chilling voice spread throughout the train over the radio.

The recruits were instantly awakened from their sleep, and the carriage suddenly became a mess.

"Fuck! What the hell!"

"Where are my clothes? Who the hell took my clothes?!"

"Three minutes? What a joke!"

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye sat up almost the moment the alarm sounded. They moved as fast as two shadows and quickly dressed without a word.

While most people were still frantically looking for their pants, they had already rushed to carriage No. 1 one after another.

Three minutes later, in carriage No. 1, most of the recruits were standing still, panting, but there were obviously a few empty places in the queue.

A skinny man with eyes as cold as a poisonous spider stood in front of everyone. He was the chief instructor of this training camp, codenamed "Spider".

"Very good." Spider's eyes swept across the queue.

"Looks like there are a few lazy bums I need to wake up myself."

A cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"I've given you a chance. Those who are late, get out of here on your own. I can still give you some face."

There was a commotion in the queue, but no one dared to stand up.

"Don't cry until you see the coffin." Spider snorted coldly and swung his right hand violently!

"Shhhhhh!"

Several white threads that were almost impossible to capture with the naked eye shot out from his fingertips and shot accurately towards the next few carriages.

The next second, a shrill scream was heard!

"what--!"

I saw a few ragged recruits tightly bound by white spider silk.

They were dragged out of the carriage and hung in the air like lambs to be slaughtered.

"Help! Instructor, I was wrong!"

"Put me down!"

The spider turned a deaf ear to their pleas for mercy and simply clapped its hands.

In the shadows at the connection between the carriages, a huge and blurry black shadow squirmed, and a pair of scarlet eyes slowly lit up.

"Drag him in," Spider ordered calmly.

The black shadow immediately pounced forward, dragging the recruits who were still struggling in the air, and disappeared behind an iron door marked "Warehouse" next to it.

The warehouse door slammed shut, and a few suppressed groans and vague chewing sounds were heard from inside, followed by complete silence.

All the recruits’ faces turned pale, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

"Now, does anyone still think I'm joking?"

Spider looked around at the silent crowd and smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, it seems everyone's spirits have been lifted."

"Well then, let's begin our first training of the day."

He pointed to the pile of army green vests next to him.

"Everyone, go get one."

"This is no ordinary vest. It contains fifty kilograms of specially made lead. Enjoy it."

The recruits looked at each other, but no one dared to resist, so they could only go forward and receive it.

As soon as the heavy weight came on their bodies, many people staggered.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen put on the weighted vests without changing their expressions and stretched their bodies, as if the fifty kilograms were just an ordinary piece of clothing.

"Next, we are going to play a game." Spider's voice was full of teasing.

"It's a game of cat and mouse. You are the mouse."

"And our instructor is the cat."

He pointed in the direction of the train and said, "The terminal is three kilometers ahead. All you have to do is run there without getting caught."

"Of course, you can use any terrain along the way to hide."

A brave recruit couldn't help but ask, "What if we get caught?"

The spider's smile widened. He pointed to the iron door of the warehouse that had just devoured several new recruits. "The captured 'rats' will be locked up here to accompany your companions."

"Want to know what they went through in there? Then try to get caught once."

The recruits' fear reached its peak.

"Remember, you only have one hour." Spider raised his hand, revealing a sharp whistle in his hand.

"Now, are you ready... to be eaten by us, little mice?"

Everyone's heart was in their throat, staring at the whistle in the instructor's hand, waiting for the sound that would decide their fate.