Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The little beggar's frail body trembled violently.

The dirty little hand subconsciously clenched the corner of the clothes, as if it was a snail trying to retreat into its shell.

His eyes turned red instantly, tears welling up in them, but he stubbornly tilted his head back to prevent them from falling.

Those clear eyes were filled with vigilance and self-esteem that were inconsistent with her age, and she stared at Lin Qiye intently.

He didn't say anything, and Lin Qiye didn't urge him.

Lu Baoyou next to him sighed lightly, breaking the deadlock.

He rummaged through his bulging pockets and finally took out half a hard cake and handed it over.

"Take it, this is not money." His voice was gentle, like the rare warm sunshine in winter.

The little beggar's eyes moved away from Lin Qiye's face and fell on the half piece of cake. After hesitating for a moment, he finally stretched out his little hand.

He quickly took it and held it tightly in his arms, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye withdrew his hand and did not insist any further.

He bent down and gently stuffed the two stacks of brand new banknotes into the inner pocket of the little beggar's tattered coat.

The movements were so gentle, as if placing a fragile piece of art.

"This is not charity," Lin Qiye's voice was very flat, without any emotion.

"It's an advance on my salary."

"When you grow up and have the ability, come and return it to me."

After saying this, he stood up straight, not looking at the little beggar anymore, and turned to Lu Baoyou and said, "Let's go."

The little beggar froze in place, his little hand subconsciously reaching for the thick feeling in his pocket.

The warmth from his fingertips seemed to carry an electric current, causing his small body to tremble slightly.

He wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't utter a word.

Lu Baoyou smiled at the little beggar and followed Lin Qiye.

He walked slowly, carrying the half-man-high black wooden box on his back as he walked.

There were series of "clack, clack" sounds, the sound was dull, as if there was something heavy and fragile inside.

"Hey, what's your name?" Lin Qiye asked without turning his head.

In the wind and snow, Lu Baoyou's voice was a little vague: "As for the name... I'll tell you when I have the chance."

Lin Qiye stopped and looked back at him.

Lu Baoyou also stopped, the wind and snow ruffled his hair.

He didn't care at all, just grinned, showing two rows of white teeth: "I have to go, the direction is different."

He pointed to the end of the street opposite from them.

"See you later."

Lu Baoyou waved his hand, and the black wooden box swayed gently behind him.

He turned around and walked step by step into the increasingly heavy snow.

The figure quickly became blurred, with only the strange "click, click" sound.

It lingered in the air for a moment before being completely swallowed up by the wind and snow.

Lin Qiye watched him leave until he could no longer see him, then he looked away and walked towards the military truck parked on the corner.

The car door opened and Wu Hen was already waiting inside.

He glanced at Lin Qiye, then glanced at the direction where Lu Baoyou disappeared.

He didn't ask anything, but just silently handed over a military thermos.

"Everyone is here, we can set off."

Lin Qiye took the kettle, unscrewed it and took a sip. The warm water flowed through his throat, dispelling some of the coldness.

"Go." He said only one word.

The truck engine roared, rolling over the snow and heading towards the military airport in the suburbs.

An hour later, in front of a huge military transport plane,

Three hundred recruits who passed the initial screening have been assembled.

They were wearing brand new training uniforms, standing straight, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.

They are the chosen ones from all over the country, the elites who have stood out from countless people.

In the future, he will become the "night watchman" protecting this country.

Among the crowd, discussions arose one after another.

"Hey, where are you guys going for this training camp?"

"I heard they went to a small island in the South China Sea last year. It was sunny and sandy, and they trained and vacationed at the same time. It was awesome!"

"Come on, what are you dreaming of? I guess it's like going to the Gobi Desert in the northwest, carrying a heavy load and running off-road, to experience what despair is like."

"No matter where he goes, I'm ready! I've waited so many years, and I can finally become a Night's Watchman. I'm so excited just thinking about it!"

Amidst the noise, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked down the military truck side by side.

When they saw Lin Qiye walking in front, everyone's chatter quieted down.

They all knew this face. In the previous selection,

This young man, who looks younger than most of them, is their chief leader.

He seldom spoke, but when he did, no one dared to question him.

Lin Qiye walked to the front of the team, his eyes calmly sweeping over the three hundred young and energetic faces.

He did not make any passionate mobilization speech, not even a single polite remark.

"Boarding."

Those two cold words, like a basin of cold water, extinguished the fiery atmosphere at the scene.

The recruits were stunned for a moment, and then, at the urging of their respective team leaders, began to board the transport plane in an orderly manner.

The cabin is spacious, but it still seems a bit crowded with 300 people sitting in it.

The excitement that had just been suppressed resurfaced, and everyone was talking to each other, full of fantasies about the unknown destination.

Lin Qiye was the last one to board the plane.

As he walked up the gangway, the metal door of the cabin slowly closed behind him.

There was a loud "clang" sound, completely isolating the outside light and wind and snow.

Only dim emergency lights remained in the cabin. The lively atmosphere just now dropped to freezing point in an instant with the loud noise.

Everyone subconsciously shut their mouths, and an inexplicable feeling of oppression enveloped everyone's heart.

They looked at Lin Qiye standing by the hatch.

His figure stretched out in the dim light. Although he was just one person, he seemed to carry the oppressive feeling of thousands of troops.

The plane's engine began to roar loudly, the fuselage vibrated slightly, and then suddenly lifted up, breaking through the wind and snow and flying into the sky.

For the next few hours, the cabin was dead silent.

No one spoke, only the roar of the engine echoed in my ears.

The excitement on the recruits' faces had long since disappeared, replaced by a growing sense of uneasiness.

They didn't know where they were going or how long they would fly. This fear of the unknown was more torturous than any harsh training.

Finally, someone couldn't help it. A young man with a crew cut sitting in the front row mustered up the courage to speak.

He asked loudly: "Report to the instructor! Where is the destination of our training this time?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for rest. His pupils were surprisingly bright in the dim light.

He didn't answer immediately, but raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"The flight time is six hours. We're almost there."

He spoke calmly, his voice not loud but clearly heard by everyone, "As for the destination..."

He paused, his eyes scanning the nervous faces.

“The Pamir Plateau.”

"what?"

"Pamir? The roof of the world?"

There was a sound of gasps from the crowd.

This place name is too far away and unfamiliar to them, but everyone knows it.

That means high altitude, extreme lack of oxygen and severe cold.

"What's the climate like there?" someone else asked in a trembling voice.

The corners of Lin Qiye's mouth seemed to curl up slightly in an almost invisible arc, but there was no smile in that arc, only coldness.

"Don't worry, the ground temperature isn't too cold right now." He said slowly.

"It's only twenty-five degrees below zero."

"hiss--!"

This time, the only sound in the cabin was the gasping of air.

Twenty-five degrees below zero?

Many of them have never experienced such low temperatures in their lives!

The sunny beach that was imagined before instantly turned into ice and snow. The strong contrast made many people's faces pale.

"Starting tomorrow, you will be here for three months of 'devilish training'."

Lin Qiye's voice was emotionless, as if he was reading a death notice.

"Let me first announce the rules of this training camp. It's very simple, there's only one rule."

He held up a finger.

"Eighty of you will be eliminated every day."

The entire cabin fell into silence in an instant.

Eighty? Every day?

There were three hundred people, but after the first day, only two hundred and two were left. On the second day, only one hundred and four were left. On the third day, only sixty were left!

In three days, eighty percent of the people will be eliminated!

This is not a training camp at all, this is a massacre!

Everyone was stunned by this extremely cruel number, with disbelief written all over their faces.

"The eliminated ones,"

Lin Qiye's voice continued to ring out, like a heavy hammer, shattering their last fantasy.

"Your Night Watch qualification will be permanently revoked."

"You will be sent back to your original city and continue to live your ordinary life."

"Everything about the Night's Watch will be erased from your memory."

If the previous rules were a bolt from the blue, then this sentence completely plunged them into the bottomless abyss.

Becoming a night watchman is their lifelong dream and the goal they have been striving for for more than ten years!

Now, Lin Qiye told them that once they were eliminated, this dream would be shattered forever!

Despair spread rapidly in the cabin like a plague.

Everyone's expression changed, from the initial excitement and anticipation, to the subsequent uneasiness, and now to the fear and despair.

They looked at their companions and suddenly realized that these people were no longer comrades.

But they are competitors, enemies who may squeeze you out at any time.

"Finally, let me add one more thing." Lin Qiye's voice sounded faintly, drawing everyone's attention back again.

"During the training camp, any form of violence against teammates is strictly prohibited. If discovered, they will be eliminated immediately."

Everyone felt a little relieved when they heard this.

Fortunately, with this rule in place, at least we don’t have to worry about being stabbed in the back.

But then, Lin Qiye's words made their hearts, which had just been relieved, rise to their throats again.

He just looked at everyone calmly without explaining what means he would use to supervise them.

There were no specific consequences for violating the rules, they just watched.

His eyes were deep and cold, as if they could see through people's hearts. Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of...unspeakable expectation.

Like an experienced hunter, he sets a perfect trap.

Then, quietly, he waits for the first prey to lose its patience and take that fatal step.