Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The last drop of demonic blood on the blade evaporated and turned into wisps of black smoke.

Chen Han stood there like a sculpture, the hilt of the knife in his hand was as cold as a piece of iron fished out from hell.

The shadow of the arrogant demon ape, with endless resentment and unwillingness,

It shattered into pieces before his eyes, turning into golden dots flying all over the sky, and finally completely dissipated in the cold wind before dawn.

The world fell into absolute silence at this moment, and even the sound of the wind seemed to be strangled by an invisible giant hand.

absurd.

An extreme sense of absurdity swept through Chen Han's limbs.

All of this went too smoothly.

It went so smoothly that it didn't feel like a life-and-death struggle, but more like a carefully choreographed drama.

He, Chen Han, is the actor who was pushed to the front of the stage.

According to the established script, he stabbed the opponent in the face, seemingly deciding the outcome but actually making no difference.

He could even feel that in a corner he didn't know about,

Several pairs of eyes were watching all this with indifference, as if they were watching a boring performance.

Hundreds of kilometers away, on the top of a wild mountain, a golden Dharma image that was a hundred feet high suddenly converged.

It transformed into specks of light and sank into the body of a young man.

Lin Qiye's face was as pale as paper, and his body swayed, but was supported by Wu Hen beside him.

"Are you okay?"

Wu Hen's voice was steady, as if the earth-shaking battle that had just taken place, which was enough to shake Shangjing, was just an ordinary expense to him.

"I won't die." Lin Qiye took a breath and shook off his hand.

He took out a wrinkled cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep puff. Only then did a hint of color appear on his pale face.

He squinted his eyes, looking at the distant steel jungle that had returned to peace, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What is he thinking about now?"

"Think about why I won." Wu Hen said concisely.

"No." Lin Qiye blew out a smoke ring, and in the smoke,

His eyes were as deep as an ancient well. "He'll wonder why we let him win."

Wu Hen was silent for a moment, then calmly analyzed, "You gave him the 'key', aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"That thing is not something he can master now."

“It’s fun when you play it off.”

Lin Qiye smiled, with a hint of ruffian spirit and a subtle madness in his smile.

"This chessboard is too small, it's so frustrating to play on it."

"Someone has to reach out and flip it over before everyone can have fun, right?"

After he finished speaking, he flicked the cigarette butt into the mountain stream and turned to walk into the deeper darkness.

That fleeting smile, along with the secret hidden in his words, was swallowed up by the thick night.

Wu Hen followed behind him with steady steps and did not ask any more questions.

For some questions, the answer lies at the moment the chessboard is overturned.

Shangjing City, on the top of a skyscraper.

Chen Han still maintained the posture of holding the knife until a steady sound of footsteps came from behind him, which made his stiff body tremble slightly.

"Well done, Chen Han."

Shao Pingge's voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, but he brought the chill of winter.

He casually threw a head that was still dripping with blood on the ground. The face of the head was distorted. It was the stranger "Klein".

Chen Han's pupils suddenly contracted. He looked at Shao Pingge, only to find that the Minister of the Night Watch was looking at him in a strange manner.

Shao Pingge only opened one eye.

His left eye was tightly closed, as if hiding something shameful.

Or maybe he simply didn't want to use his eyes to see clearly what was in front of him.

The right eye that was opened was filled with praise and satisfaction.

But this praise was made to sound extremely false by the tightly closed left eye.

"Minister...this..." Chen Han's voice was a little dry.

"Just a clown, he's been dealt with."

Shao Pingge's tone was nonchalant, as if he had just crushed an ant.

"You are the greatest hero tonight. You single-handedly killed the God-level disaster and protected the entire city."

"Chen Han, you are worthy of being the future hope of our Night's Watch."

Every sentence was a compliment, and every word was like a huge rock pressing on Chen Han's heart.

He could not feel the slightest bit of glory, only that his eyes were tightly closed.

It was like an insurmountable abyss, swallowing up all possible truths.

He wanted to ask, about the mysterious disappearance of the demon ape, about the powerful force that inexplicably emerged in his body, and about whether all this was a setup.

But he ended up saying nothing.

Because he knew that even if he asked,

The answer will only be in the open eye, and the truth will always be hidden behind the closed eye.

"...Yes, Minister." Chen Han lowered his head, avoiding Shao Pingge's suffocating single-eyed gaze.

The first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds and gently sprinkled on the sleeping Shangjing City.

The hustle and bustle of the city surged again like a tide.

Office workers yawn as they walk out of their homes, breakfast shop owners skillfully flip pancakes, and children run to school with their backpacks on their backs.

Everything that happened last night seemed like a nightmare that was collectively forgotten.

No one remembers the demon ape that pierced through the sky and earth, no one remembers the golden light that tore through the night.

No one even remembers that there was once a giant snowman on the top of a skyscraper, quietly witnessing the battle between gods and demons.

The snowman had melted long ago, forming a pool of clear water on the roof.

In the sunlight, the water stains are evaporating quickly.

However, just as the last trace of water vapor was about to dissipate, a very pale golden eye suddenly appeared in the center of the puddle without any warning.

It has no entity, it is more like a brand, a concept.

Those eyes stared quietly at the awakening world below, without any emotion, yet seemed to see through everything.

Then, as the last drop of water evaporates, it disappears completely without a trace.

The city completely restored its former order and prosperity, as if nothing had happened.

But some invisible gears have begun to turn.