Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

In the capital, there is the top-floor "Heaven on Earth" club, the "No. 1" chess and card room.

"bump!"

Su Zhe slammed the two mahjong tiles on the table, his face flushed, and the veins on his forehead jumped.

"Give me money, give me money!"

Ding Chongfeng, who was sitting opposite him, lazily pushed down the cards in front of him.

He whistled, "Brother Zhe, stop struggling. Are you so lucky today? Are you going to win?"

"I think it's time to start a fight and send yourself away."

Su Zhe's face instantly fell, looking at the chips he had just won.

It was then divided up like water by the other two families at the table, and I felt so heartbroken.

He turned his head and looked diagonally behind him, where a girl wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans was sitting.

She was scrolling through her phone idly, with her long, straight legs casually crossed.

His whole body exudes an aura of "Don't mess with me" and keeps strangers away.

"Sister, dear sister," Su Zhe approached with a shy face and a flattering voice.

"Help me out, lend me another hundred thousand, the last hundred thousand! I'm sure I can make a comeback!"

Su Yuan didn't even raise her eyelids, but opened her red lips and uttered two words: "Rules."

"I know," Su Zhe nodded.

"Interest is calculated hourly, and not a single cent less."

"Sister Ke, since we share half the same blood, can you please…"

"No."

Su Yuan finally put down his phone and raised his exquisite yet cold face.

"Ding Chongfeng, transfer the money to him. The time starts now. In one hour, the principal and interest will total 120,000."

"okay!"

Ding Chongfeng was enjoying the show, operating his phone quickly.

"Brother Zhe, did you hear that? Twenty thousand in interest per hour."

"Sister Su Yuan really loves you dearly. She's even more ruthless than the loan sharks out there."

Su Zhe's handsome face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, but he didn't dare to say another word.

His sister has been a freak since she was a child. She has no interest in anything except money, and she has an almost paranoid sensitivity.

He even suspected that if he dared to default on his debt, Su Yuan would break his legs with his own hands.

Just then, there were two light knocks on the box door.

"Boss, do you need leg-knocking service?" A gentle and sweet female voice came from outside the door.

Su Zhe's eyes lit up instantly, and the depression of losing money just now was swept away.

He suddenly jumped up from his chair and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I need you! I need you so much! Come in!"

Before he could finish his words, a pink fluffy slipper accurately cut through the air and hit Su Zhe on the back of the head with a "pop".

Su Zhe let out a strange cry, and his whole body was like a felled tree.

He rushed straight towards the card table, and with a loud clatter, the newly arranged mahjong tiles were thrown everywhere by him.

Ding Chongfeng was startled and quickly supported him: "Oh my god, Brother Zhe, are you okay? Sister Yuan, aren't you... a little too cruel?"

Su Yuan retracted his jade-like feet and put on the other slipper.

His expression didn't change at all, he just glanced at the other corner of the table.

There, a young man who remained silent was sitting quietly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

"There are mosquitoes on him." Su Yuan explained coldly.

"Mosquito?" Su Zhe covered the back of his head and climbed up, his face full of disbelief.

"Sister, isn't this excuse of yours too perfunctory?"

"You hit me. Even if there was a mosquito, it should be on me! What does it have to do with Fang Mo?"

The Fang Mo he mentioned was that quiet boy.

Hearing this, the young man finally raised his head. He had a face that was even more exquisite than that of a popular idol.

But those eyes were as calm as a bottomless well, and no emotion could be seen in them.

Su Zhe was about to continue arguing, but saw Fang Mo slightly tilt his head, stretch out two fingers, and pinch the air in front of him like lightning.

"Clap."

A barely audible sound.

Fang Mo spread out his palm, and the body of a black mosquito that had been crushed into pieces was lying quietly in his palm.

Su Zhe's mouth opened into an "O" shape in an instant, and his eyes almost popped out.

This...this is also okay?

The room was brightly lit and the air conditioner was on full blast. Not only were there no mosquitoes, there wasn't even a fly to be seen.

How did Fang Mo discover it?

And... just with a casual pinch, he killed him precisely?

With this eyesight and reaction speed, is this still human?

Ding Chongfeng also looked like he had seen a ghost, and looked at Fang Mo.

Looking at Su Yuan's expressionless face again, he felt that his worldview was impacted.

Su Zhe wanted to say something, but the lights in the box flickered without warning.

"Fuck-"

The piercing sound of electricity flashed by, and the light of the gorgeous crystal chandelier above my head dimmed rapidly.

Immediately, the entire room was shrouded in a strange green light.

The originally luxurious and elegant box suddenly became like a ghost cave.

"What happened? Is there a power outage?" Su Zhe shouted subconsciously.

Ding Chongfeng was also a little nervous: "No, where's the backup power supply? This is 'Heaven on Earth', how could something like this go wrong?"

However, no one answered them.

Because the moment the light turned green, Su Yuan and Fang Mo, who were originally in different postures, seemed to have pressed the synchronization button.

At the same time, they turned their heads, and their sharp gazes were like two unsheathed swords, piercing in unison in a certain direction behind the box door.

Their faces no longer had the calmness and serenity they had before.

Instead, there was an unprecedented solemnity, even... a hint of cold murderous intent.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Su Zhe and Ding Chongfeng were shocked by their reactions and followed their gaze.

But all he saw was a tightly closed mahogany door carved with intricate patterns.

Outside the door, in the corridor.

The woman in a business suit who had knocked on the door just now curled her lips in displeasure.

Those people inside were so disrespectful. My voice was so sweet and the man had clearly agreed, so why was there no movement?

She straightened her neat suit and skirt, put on her high heels, and prepared to knock on the door next door.

The guest next door was said to be a wealthy boss who was extremely generous, and the manager had specifically instructed him to be treated well.

She walked to the door of the VIP suite and found that it was ajar, with a crack visible.

She felt a little strange, but she still maintained a professional smile and raised her hand to knock on the door.

But when her hand was halfway raised, it froze in the air.

An indescribable sweet and fishy smell mixed with the stench of decay was wafting out from the crack of the door.

It smelled like rotten meat that had been rotting for months, mixed with the smell of some metallic rust, which made her stomach churn.

Then came a biting chill.

This coldness does not come from the air conditioner, but a gloomy,

The damp cold seemed to penetrate directly into her bones, making all the hairs on her body stand up in an instant.

The woman's face turned pale, and a strong sense of unease surged in her heart.

She hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage and gently pushed open the door.

There was no light in the room, only the neon lights of the city outside the window shone through, painting everything with a bizarre color.

However, this is not the most terrifying thing.

The most terrifying thing was that in the faint light, she saw... there seemed to be someone sitting on the sofa.

No, to be precise, it was the figure's outstretched leg.

What a horrible leg that is!

The skin was a dead-looking bluish-gray, covered with large patches of corpse spots.

What’s even more terrifying is that the entire leg is covered with slippery, green hair!

It's like moldy food, rotting in a dark and damp corner for countless days and nights.

The disgusting stench came from this leg.

The woman's mind went blank, and fear was like an ice-cold hand, tightly gripping her heart.

She wanted to scream, but found that her throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out.

She wanted to run away, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead and she couldn't move at all.

She could only watch.

In that sickening green twilight, that huge, rotting figure,

It was slowly standing up from the sofa, its eyes were so cloudy that there was no trace of white in them.

It was fixed on the woman's terrified face.

"what--!"

A heart-wrenching scream finally broke through the confinement of the throat and echoed throughout the corridor.

However, the scream only lasted half a second before it stopped abruptly, as if it had been strangled by an invisible hand.

In the deepest part of this steel jungle, not everyone is looking up at the stars.

"Shoot-"

A teeth-grinding tearing sound, accompanied by the splashing of sticky black liquid, broke the deathly silence in the luxurious guest room.

The white cat with heterochromia squatting on the windowsill had its body stretched and twisted in the moonlight, and its bones made a crackling sound.

In an instant, a tall young man appeared out of thin air, with short snow-white hair and two eyes, one gold and one blue, as cold as frost.

He didn't know when a short silver blade as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in his hand.

The palm that he cut off was a rotten figure made up of thick black shadows!

The figure roared silently, and what flowed out of the broken wrist was not blood, but more foul-smelling black liquid.

It twisted its body, as if trying to pounce again.

The young man, Fang Mo, had no expression on his face.

The monster's ugly appearance was reflected in his heterochromatic pupils.

Then, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the rotten figure's chest accurately!

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the rotting figure was like a broken sack hit by a high-speed train.

In an instant, he turned into a black shadow, crashed through the wall behind him, and disappeared into the next room.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, the door of the guest room was knocked open by a huge force.

Ding Chongfeng, Su Yuan and others entered one after another, all of them with stern expressions and murderous intent.

At a glance, they saw Fang Mo standing in the middle of the room and the shocking human-shaped hole on the wall.

Ding Chongfeng's eyes swept over the severed hand on the ground that was still twitching slightly and oozing black liquid.

He raised his eyebrows and spoke in a calm tone, as if discussing the weather: "Oh? There's still a fish that slipped through the net? Perfect, I'll take care of it."

Before he finished speaking, the rotting figure let out a silent scream.

The broken body turned into a pool of black water, which quickly gushed out from the hole in the wall.

It bypassed the crowd and suddenly poured down from the window on the twelfth floor!

A cold light flashed in Fang Mo's eyes, and his body shape changed again, instantly transforming into the agile white cat.

He turned into a white lightning and jumped from the twelfth floor window without hesitation.

Chasing the dark shadow, it disappeared into the dark night!

"Follow me!" Su Yuan shouted softly, and with a flash of his body, he was also ready to jump out of the window.

"No hurries,"

Ding Chongfeng grabbed her and pointed to the elevator button next to her.

A smile of wisdom appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Let's take the elevator."

On the other side of the city, under the cold bridge.

A one-eyed boy was leaning against a graffiti-covered bridge pier with his eyes closed.

He was wearing thin clothes that were not suitable for the season, and his exposed skin was covered with small scars.

Only his tightly closed eye gave him an aloof and reserved air.

His name is Lu Baoyou.

There was a rustling sound of footsteps, and a little beggar who was thinner than him and dressed in rags appeared timidly at the entrance of the bridge.

The little beggar looked at Lu Baoyou as if he saw a vicious wolf occupying his lair. He was both scared and dared not leave.

"This... this is... where I sleep." The little beggar's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of imperceptible stubbornness.

Lu Baoyou slowly opened his one eye.

What kind of eye is that?

No anger, no mockery, not even any emotion.

It is like a bottomless abyss that can suck people's souls in.

The little beggar was stared at by that eye and was so frightened that he trembled all over and subconsciously took half a step back.

He saw the indifference deep in his eyes, a bone-chilling coldness that showed he didn't care about anything.

Fear seized his heart.

However, there was a howling cold wind behind him and a burning hunger in his stomach.

He hadn't found a place to sleep peacefully for three days.

Caught between fear and the instinct to survive, the little beggar's face turned red and his body trembled slightly.

He struggled for a long time, as if he was trying to make a decision that was difficult to decide.

In the end, the instinct to survive overwhelmed the fear.

The little beggar clenched his dirty fists, as if he had made up his mind, and moved step by step towards the abyss.