Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The dirty little beggar finally mustered up the greatest courage of his life.

His frail figure in the dark arch of the bridge looked like a dry grass that could be broken by the wind at any moment.

Yet with a stubborn vitality, it faces the darkness that is thicker than the night.

The "abyss" that he regarded as his home moved.

The footsteps echoed in the empty bridge tunnel, with a hint of imperceptible temptation.

Lu Baoyou looked at him quietly, the cold moonlight outlining her calm profile, her eyes calm.

She fished in her pocket for the few banknotes she had, pulled out two crumpled ten-yuan notes, and handed them over.

"Three nights," she said softly, but her voice was very clear in the silence.

“It’s rent.”

The little beggar paused, and looked up in disbelief.

The pair of eyes, still shining brightly through the dirt, stared at the money in Lu Baoyou's hand.

He has been on the streets and has seen too much indifference and disgust.

But I have never seen anyone pay for a piece of shabby place, let alone pay him.

He hesitated for a moment, his cracked lips moved, and finally, like a small animal guarding its food,

He suddenly jumped forward, snatched the twenty yuan, and held it tightly in his hand, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

He took a few steps back cautiously, making sure that Lu Baoyou had no intention of going back on her word, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

With this "huge sum of money", the little beggar became bolder.

He skillfully pulled out a pile of dry firewood and fire starters from the corner.

After knocking on it with two picked-up stones for a long time, there was finally a "puff" sound, and a faint flame trembled and ignited.

The bonfire soon became brighter, and the orange-red light dispelled the cold and dampness deep in the bridge hole.

It also illuminated the curious face of the little beggar.

He wrapped himself in a musty, tattered blanket he had found.

Only a pair of eyes were revealed, looking at Lu Baoyou without blinking.

This sister is weird.

She was wearing a neat sportswear that didn't fit in with the environment.

She is very beautiful, but that kind of beauty has a sharp feeling that keeps strangers away.

The strangest thing is, why did she come to such a place?

"Hey," the little beggar couldn't help but speak, his voice a little hoarse because of nervousness.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Lu Baoyou didn't look at him. She just pulled the half-person-high black hard-shell box next to her closer and replied calmly with two words: "Stay here."

"Stay?" The little beggar was even more confused.

"There are so many hotels in the city, or at least 24-hour fast food restaurants. Why are you here?"

“It’s not clean here at night.”

When he said the word "unclean", his voice unconsciously lowered, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes that was inconsistent with his age.

Lu Baoyou finally turned her head and looked at him.

Her eyes were cold, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

"It's not much money." She spoke concisely, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

This was the truth. All her savings were used to buy the items in the box, and the remaining money was only enough for her to complete the "trial".

The little beggar could not understand her persistence and predicament.

He just felt that this sister was becoming more and more mysterious and dangerous.

"So... are you being chased by someone?" The little beggar's imagination began to run wild. This is how it's played on TV.

Lu Baoyou didn't answer, but just closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

She could feel that some kind of power in her body was slowly recovering.

Like a sleeping dragon, its scales tremble slightly with every breath.

She needed to concentrate and prepare for the unknown dangers that were coming.

Seeing that she ignored him, the little beggar curled his lips and his eyes fell on the black box again.

The box was completely black, and its material was neither gold nor iron.

There were no patterns or logos on it, but it exuded a heart-pounding coldness.

"What's in that box of yours?" he asked again bravely.

This time, Lu Baoyou didn't even lift her eyelids.

Silence is a more thorough answer than rejection.

The little beggar completely lost his temper.

He knew that asking further would lead to no results.

He huddled closer to the fire and wrapped the tattered blanket tighter around him. Soon, the sound of his even breathing began to form.

The rush during the day and the tension at night had already exhausted all his energy.

The night fell completely silent.

There was only the crackling sound of the burning bonfire and the vague noise coming from the city in the distance.

In this moment of peace, a strange wind suddenly blew in from the other end of the bridge without any warning!

The wind was cold and biting, carrying a strong smell of rust and blood, and instantly blew up the dust and debris on the ground.

The bonfire that was originally burning brightly was blown away by the strange wind.

It shook violently for a few times, and then with a "puff", it went out completely!

After the extreme light, there is the extreme darkness.

The little beggar suddenly woke up from his sleep. Before he could figure out what had happened,

Seven pairs of dark green dots of light suddenly lit up in the darkness ahead.

Like fourteen will-o'-the-wisp lights suspended in the air!

"what--!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky.

The little beggar saw the outline of the thing clearly.

It was a giant dog that was stronger than a calf, with hair standing up like steel needles.

The most terrifying thing is that there are seven eyes densely packed on its head!

Every eye flashed with a cruel and bloodthirsty light, fixed on him.

Seven-eyed wolfdog! A freak creature that inhabits this abandoned area!

Legend has it that any living thing it sets its sights on will be torn to pieces!

A huge fear instantly gripped the little beggar's heart. His mind went blank and his legs went limp.

He collapsed to the ground, losing all the strength to escape.

All they could do was watch the monster drooling as it approached step by step.

At this critical moment, a figure as fast as lightning appeared.

It stood silently between him and the terrifying wolfhound.

It’s Lu Baoyou.

She had stood up without knowing when, holding a long and narrow battle blade taken out of a black box.

The blade shone with a cold light in the dim moonlight, exactly the same as the look in her eyes at the moment.

"Close your eyes."

Without turning her head, she spoke to the little beggar behind her, her voice still calm, but with an unquestionable sense of command.

It seemed as if the monster in front of her, which was enough to scare an adult, was just a stone blocking her way in her eyes.

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away, on the top floor of the tallest skyscraper in Jiangcheng Central Business District.

Two men stood in front of the huge French window.

One of them was a tall, resolute-looking man holding a high-powered telescope.

The direction of the telescope was exactly the bridge tunnel where Lu Baoyou was.

"Brother Ping, that girl took out the 'Demon Slayer'. It seems she has been forced into a desperate situation."

"The Seven-Eyed Wolfdog is quite powerful. Should we lend a hand?"

The man put down the binoculars, his tone filled with anxiety.

His name is Chen Han, and he is the vanguard of the action team.

The man he called "Brother Ping" just leisurely shook the red wine glass in his hand with an indifferent expression.

His name is Shao Pingge. Unlike Chen Han's impatience, his eyes are as deep as the sea, as if everything is under his control.

"Don't worry, Chen Han."

Shao Pingge's voice was soft, but it had a soothing power.

"The bait has been put into the water, and it has successfully attracted the first greedy fish."

"But the big fish we're really waiting for, the hunter hiding in the dark, hasn't shown up yet."

He paused, drank the red wine in the glass, and looked through the French window.

Looking at the deep darkness below the city, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“The good show has just begun.”

No one knew that at the same moment when the seven-eyed wolfdog appeared, Lu Baoyou drew his sword.

In this city as huge as a steel forest, there are two completely different corners.

Almost at the same time, some unknown movement occurred.

In the south of the city, on the third underground floor of the City Data Center, which is said to be impregnable,

A super quantum computer that has never made a mistake,

A glaring red alert suddenly popped up on the screen: Abnormal high-frequency energy fluctuations detected, source coordinates locked, analysis underway...

And in the north of the city, deep in the most chaotic and disorderly "black street", in a basement that never sees the sun.

A young man who was slowly sharpening a dagger with a whetstone suddenly stopped moving.

He raised his head, and in the darkness, his nose twitched slightly, as if he smelled something familiar.

That was... a bloody smell mixed with aberrations and some higher being.

The Jiangcheng chess game, which has been silent for a long time, quietly welcomed its new player at this moment.

In the end, that foot was still hanging over the abyss.

The cold wind was like a knife, blowing through his tattered clothes.

Beneath the abyss lies a darkness that can devour everything, like an ancient ferocious beast that chooses its prey.

Just as he was about to step forward with his other foot—

"Boy, what are you doing? Do you think your life is too long?"

A loud shout came from behind, rough and with a hint of cynicism.

The little beggar, Chen Han, suddenly stiffened and slowly turned his head.

Under the moonlight, two figures had stood not far behind him without him noticing.

The man on the left has a tall figure, a stern expression, and eyes as sharp as an eagle. He is Wu Hen.

The one on the right was nonchalant, with a sly smile on his face. It was Lin Qiye.

"It's you..." Chen Han's lips were a little chapped and his voice was hoarse.

"Fuck, it's really you, kid!"

Lin Qiye saw his face clearly and walked up to him cursing.

"I thought it was someone who was desperate. Aren't you a very resilient person? How did you end up jumping off a cliff?"

Wu Hen didn't say anything, but just frowned and stared at Chen Han, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Wait." Wu Hen suddenly spoke in a low voice, interrupting Lin Qiye's teasing.

"Qiye, look at him."

Lin Qiye was stunned, then he stopped laughing and looked at Chen Han carefully.

Upon seeing this, his expression changed instantly.

"Fuck!" Lin Qiye couldn't help but curse, his eyes wide as copper bells.

"What the hell is this aura?!"

He stepped in front of Chen Han and circled around him twice as if he had seen a ghost, with disbelief written all over his face.

"Death energy... a death energy so dense that it cannot be dissolved! But within this death energy..."

"Why the hell... does it contain a divine aura?!"

Lin Qiye's voice was trembling.

"Death energy and divinity... How could these two completely opposite things appear in one person at the same time?!"

"Wu Hen, am I dazzled?"

Wu Hen's expression was more solemn than ever before. He shook his head and said in a deep voice, "You are not dazzled."

"I felt it too... It felt like a graveyard for gods."

"There is both the afterglow of holiness and the decay of death. Chen Han, what on earth have you been through in the past two years?"

Facing the two people's horrified gazes, Chen Han's eyes were a little dazed.

Divinity? Death?

These two words were like a key that instantly opened up his dusty memories.

My thoughts were suddenly pulled back to that bloody dusk two years ago.

At that time, he was not a beggar, but he was worse off than a beggar.

He lay like a dead dog in a mass grave outside the city, covered in blood, lifeless, hanging on to his last breath.

Just as his consciousness was about to sink into eternal darkness, a figure appeared before him, stepping on the phantom corpses of gods and demons.

The man was wearing a mysterious imperial robe, his face was blurry except for his eyes, which seemed to contain the entire cycle of reincarnation in the underworld.

He lowered his head and looked down at the dying Chen Han.

"Do you want to live?" The voice was without any emotion, but it seemed to be the most fundamental law between heaven and earth.

Chen Han used up his last bit of strength and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

But the desire to survive was burning in those dim eyes.

The figure seemed to understand.

"Interesting. In that case, this 'Divine Ruins' will be given to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray light flew out from his fingertips and instantly sank into Chen Han's brow.

In an instant, Chen Han felt as if his soul was torn apart.

Half were dragged into the endless abyss of death, and the other half were pulled up to the temple of the supreme god.

It was three days later when he woke up again.

The mysterious man had long since disappeared, leaving him alone.

Lying intact in the mass grave, as if everything before was just a dream.

But Chen Han knew that it was not a dream.

Because there was something incomprehensible in his body.

That thing is called "Shenxu".

"Death and divinity..."

Chen Han muttered to himself, chewing on Lin Qiye's words,

He suddenly remembered the crazy old man Li Deyang who had picked him up from the garbage dump.

She always likes to pat him on the shoulder and say some weird things.

Could it be that...what the old man said at the beginning was actually true?