Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

An invisible wall of air completely isolated Li Zhenzhen from the noise in the yard.

She stood there at a loss, like a child visiting the city for the first time. Everything she saw was new to her, but she didn't dare to touch anything.

"Zhenzhen, why are you standing there? Come in and sit down."

A warm hand held her, it was Shen Qingzhu.

She was half-dragged and half-pulled into the main room on the east side. There was a stove in the room, which dispelled the coldness from her body as soon as she entered.

"Don't be shy, just like you're at home."

Shen Qingzhu poured her a cup of hot tea and put it into her cold hands.

"I know you're new here and you're not familiar with them yet, so it's normal for you to feel a little nervous."

"It will be fine from now on. Although the people in this courtyard look weird, they are not bad at heart."

Li Zhenzhen held the teacup, feeling the warmth in her palm, and her heart also felt a little warmer.

She sipped her tea and nodded: "Well... Thank you, Sister Qingzhu."

"I just feel like I'm dreaming, it's not real."

"What's unreal? This will be your home from now on."

Shen Qingzhu smiled and patted the back of her hand.

"Stay here and relax. If you have any questions, just tell me, or you can tell Yuan Gang. Although he's a rough guy, he's reliable."

Li Zhenzhen looked at the sincere smile on Shen Qingzhu's face, and the invisible wall in her heart seemed to crack a little.

At the same time, in the west wing.

Wu Hen looked at Jialan, who was lying on the bed with a still pale face, and frowned slightly.

He turned to Yuan Gang beside him and said, "Brother Yuan, I want Jia Lan to stay here for a while until she fully recovers."

His tone was calm, as if he was stating something that was a matter of course, but the content was irresistible.

Yuan Gang waved his hand and said in a loud voice: "What kind of words are you talking about! You are so polite!"

"Let alone staying temporarily, even if you stay here for the rest of your life, I, Yuan Gang, won't frown! There are plenty of empty rooms in this yard, so feel free to stay wherever you want!"

He glanced at the unconscious girl on the bed, patted Wu Hen's shoulder, and lowered his voice: "Brother, I know what you are worried about."

"Don't worry, my yard, I can't say anything else, but the security is definitely top-notch."

"As long as I, Yuan Gang, am still breathing, no one can act wildly here."

Wu Hen nodded. He could feel Yuan Gang's enthusiasm, but he was considering much more than that.

Leaving Galan here means dragging Yuan Gang and everyone in the yard into a vortex of potential danger.

But he had no choice, as Galan's condition could not withstand any long-distance travel.

"Thank you very much, Brother Yuan."

Wu Hen didn't say too much politely. He knew that saying too many words of thanks to someone like Yuan Gang would make it seem awkward.

"Thanks for nothing!" Yuan Gang glared at him, then grinned again.

"It's just right. Chinese New Year is almost here. I think you guys shouldn't leave!"

"Why don't you just celebrate the New Year at my place this year? Let's all have a good time!"

"You, Lin Qiye, and that Fatty, don't even think about escaping!"

Wu Hen thought to himself, Chinese New Year...it sounded like a distant and unfamiliar word.

Since he came into this world, the tension in his mind has never been loosened.

Every day is spent in calculations and fighting, and I have never thought about something as mundane as the "New Year".

He didn't agree immediately, but just said "hmm" lightly.

Yuan Gang didn't care. He knew Wu Hen's temperament. He was as calm as a rock. It was good enough that he could just say "hmm".

"Okay, someone needs to take care of Galan here."

Wu Hen said, took out his cell phone and dialed an encrypted number, saying only a few words.

"Western Courtyard, West Wing, needs a special nurse around the clock."

"Yes, the highest authority."

After hanging up the phone, he said to Yuan Gang, "The professional nurse will be here soon."

Yuan Gang was amazed: "You are really good, kid, your methods are quite wild."

As soon as the two of them walked out of the wing room, Baili Pangpang's thunderous roar came from the yard: "Dinner is ready!"

"Stop dawdling! The food's getting cold!"

The stone table in the middle of the yard was already filled with steaming dishes.

Braised pork elbows, roast chicken, steamed fish... the aroma is so fragrant that it makes people's appetites whet.

Everyone gathered around with laughter and found a place to sit down.

Li Zhenzhen was pushed by Shen Qingzhu to sit next to her. Looking at the people at the table, she was still a little restrained.

She whispered to Yuan Gang beside her: "Brother Yuan, Brother Shao...isn't he back yet?"

Yuan Gang was tearing off a chicken leg and about to put it in his mouth, but when he heard this, he paused.

He said vaguely, "Oh, Pingge, he's on a business trip to the south to handle some things. He probably won't be back until after the New Year."

Li Zhenzhen's eyes dimmed noticeably, but that barely perceptible trace of regret did not escape Wu Hen's eyes.

"Come on, come on!"

Zhang Zhengting raised the glass of white wine in front of him, stood up, and shouted with a flushed face,

"Today's meal is for nothing else but the triumphant return of our Nightfall team!"

"For Qiye, for Wuhen, for Pangpang! Cheers!"

"cheers!"

"Done!"

"Fat Master, I can't wait any longer!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and the atmosphere was instantly ignited to its highest point.

The crisp sound of clinking glasses echoed in the courtyard, and after drinking the wine, smiles appeared on everyone's face.

The relaxation after the battle and the trust between companions made this meal full of a different flavor.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The meal was a mess, with everyone falling over and the cups and plates in disarray.

Baili Pangpang burped, collapsed in the chair, and touched his round belly: "Comfortable! Damn, it's still comfortable at home!"

Shen Qingzhu smiled as she cleared the dishes and glanced at him: "Are you feeling better? Then who will wash the dishes?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the dinner table fell silent.

Baili Pangpang, Zhang Zhengting and others immediately turned their attention to the subject, pretending they heard nothing.

"Old rules!" Yuan Gang slammed the table.

"Draw lots! No one can cheat!"

He pulled out a few pieces of hay of varying lengths from the side and held them in his palm.

Only one neat end was exposed: "Come on, one for each of you, the one who draws the shortest one gets this bowl today!"

"I'll go first!" Baili Pangpang volunteered, rubbing his hands and moving forward, muttering something.

"Heaven and earth, please don't let it be me..."

He closed his eyes and carefully took out one. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was a long one. He immediately smiled: "Hahaha! It's safe!"

Then, Zhang Zhengting, Cao Yuan and others also came forward one by one, some were happy and some were sad.

When it was Wu Hen's turn, he didn't even raise his eyelids and casually took a cigarette from Yuan Gang's hand.

He spread out his palm, which was neither long nor short, perfectly avoiding the shortest one.

In the end, the shortest one gloriously fell into the hands of Baili Pangpang... and Zhang Zhengting next to him.

Zhang Zhengting looked at the pitifully short straw in his hand, then looked at Baili Pangpang who was gloating over his misfortune.

His face turned green: "Fuck! Fatty, did you do something just now!"

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!" Baili Pangpang said innocently.

"This is called luck! Do you understand? Luck is also a part of strength!"

Amidst the noisy pushing and shouting, Zhang Zhengting and the unlucky Cao Yuan were "carried" into the kitchen by everyone.

Wu Hen leisurely took a small bag of melon seeds from the house and sat alone under the corridor in the yard.

He leaned against the pillar, crossed his legs, and slowly cracked melon seeds.

Looking at Shen Qingzhu busy cleaning up the yard and the clinking sounds coming from the kitchen, a rare hint of relaxation appeared in his eyes.

This may be the feeling of "home" that Yuan Gang talked about.

There is noise, laughter, and a sense of security where one can temporarily let down all defenses.

As the night deepens, the lanterns in the yard emit a warm orange light.

The cold wind blew, bringing some of the chill of the winter night, but it could not blow away the warmth in this small courtyard.

Wu Hen was enjoying this rare quietness when two figures appeared in front of him silently.

They are An Qingyu and Jiang Er.

Both of their expressions were extremely serious, completely lacking the relaxed look they had just had at the dinner table.

An Qingyu glanced towards the kitchen and lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of urgency: "Wu Hen."

Jiang Er was more direct. She stared into Wu Hen's eyes and said word by word, "We have something to discuss with you right now."

Outside the wall are bonfires, barbecues and noise; inside the wall are An Qingyu's bottomless eyes.

"What are you thinking about? You're out of your mind." A hand waved in front of her. It was Jiang Er.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen beside them also looked over.

Wu Hen, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of this time traveler. He keenly noticed that something was wrong with An Qingyu's condition.

"I'm wondering who this Shao Pingge is."

An Qingyu withdrew his gaze, and his voice was very soft, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Lin Qiye curled his lips: "Who else could it be? A tough guy, one who can kill a 'mysterious' with one strike, that's all he needs to be awesome."

"Do not."

An Qingyu shook his head and glanced at Wu Hen, as if seeking his approval.

"He's not just fierce."

"Haven't you noticed? Everyone here looks at him not as a strong man, but as a... king."

When these words came out, Lin Qiye and Jiang Er were stunned.

Wu Hen nodded slowly, a hint of approval on his lips: "You figured it out."

"Yes, power can only bring awe, but only order can bring submission."

"This Shangjing City is his kingdom. He made the rules here, and everyone lives under his rules."

"He is the king here."

These words directly confirmed An Qingyu's guess!

"Amazing, An Qingyu." Lin Qiye smacked his lips.

"You can tell that? I was just busy eating meat."

An Qingyu was not at all pleased, but instead looked even more worried:

"But once the war breaks out, he will be the top combat force."

"We must leave Shangjing... What will happen if the king leaves the territory?"

Everyone's hearts trembled.

Without a leader, order collapses, and chaos and bloodshed will instantly engulf this last refuge!

"He won't let this happen." An Qingyu said firmly, as if he had seen through everything.

"The throne cannot remain empty."

"Before he leaves, he will definitely...support a new king."

Who will be the new king?

This question is like a thorn that pierces everyone's heart.

Everyone's eyes swept over the various people in the courtyard, and curiosity and speculation began to spread.

midnight.

The noise faded away, and only a single lamp remained in Shao Pingge's room.

Chen Han stood in front of him, his expression tense and his breathing heavy.

"Brother Shao." He finally spoke.

"I've heard about Miss An's analysis."

"Can I...can I take your place?"

His voice was filled with insecurity.

He has the ability, but his prestige is entirely based on Shao Pingge's trust.

Once Shao Pingge leaves, who will obey him among those unruly guys?

Shao Pingge didn't even raise his head, but just wiped the sword in his hand.

The voice was as calm as water: "You are not taking over, you are competing."

"If you want to hold that position, you have to learn one thing first."

"what's up?"

"Establish your authority."

Two words, freezing cold.

Chen Han's body subconsciously tensed. "To establish authority? You mean... to kill? To scare the monkeys?"

"kill?"

Shao Pingge finally stopped and looked up at him, his eyes as terrifying as the abyss.

"Killing is the job of a butcher, not a king."

"Remember, pure killing can only bring fear, and fear is the most unreliable thing."

Chen Han was confused: "Then...what should I do?"

"order."

Shao Pingge sheathed his sword with a soft "clang" sound.

"What the king wants to create is order."

"What you need is not for everyone to be afraid of you, but for everyone to need the order you establish."

"I still don't understand..."

"Then I'll tell you simply." Shao Pingge stood up and walked in front of him. The strong sense of oppression made Chen Han almost unable to breathe.

“Establish a reward and punishment mechanism that everyone can understand.”

“Those who obey the rules will be rewarded with a way to survive, food, and a sense of security;”

"Those who break the rules will be punished with a price more painful than death."

"When everyone understands that if they follow your rules, they will have meat to eat,"

"When I stand against you and can't even get a bowl of soup, your throne will be secure."

Shao Pingge's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Chen Han's heart hard and opening a new door for him.

He seemed to understand, but also seemed more confused.

Now that we have the method, how do we implement it?

Will those poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts lurking in the dark corners of the city be obedient?

Looking at the thought and struggle flashing in Chen Han's eyes, Shao Pingge raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an unfathomable smile.

“Theory alone is not enough.”

"Tomorrow, I will give you a practical lesson."

He patted Chen Han's shoulder, his voice so low that it sounded like the whisper of a devil.

"I will restrain all my aura and make the entire Shangjing City think that their 'king'... has suddenly become a piece of trash that anyone can crush to death."

"When the time comes, open your eyes wide and take a good look to see who will eagerly jump out from the darkness."