Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The cold electronic sound dissipated in the wind and snow, leaving only deathly silence between heaven and earth.

Each word was like a poisoned ice cone, piercing the hearts of all the survivors.

The supplies were halved and the difficulty increased, which was tantamount to pushing the already shaky balance of survival towards the side of death.

Si Xiaonan exhaled a breath of white air, which quickly condensed into icy mist in front of his eyes.

She was not panicked, but the coldness in her eyes, which were always calm, was even colder than the wind and snow.

She glanced at Leng Xuan beside her, then stumbled.

He fell to the ground in the snow as if exhausted, letting out a muffled groan.

Leng Xuan understood what she meant and immediately ran over to support her in an exaggerated manner, deliberately making the snow under his feet crackle.

The two men limped, seemingly struggling to find the next supply point, but in fact all their movements were magnified several times.

This was a show for "Loki's Ear", a carefully choreographed show of weakness.

Under this ubiquitous surveillance, exposing one's true strength is equivalent to turning oneself into the most conspicuous target.

Leng Xuan dragged Si Xiaonan clumsily while swinging his unusually long ears wildly, seemingly unintentionally.

The long ears cut through the wind and snow, bringing with them bursts of "woooo" whistles, like some primitive musical instrument playing the sonata.

This sound not only successfully interfered with possible eavesdropping, but also stirred a secret sense of pleasure in his heart.

God?

Being high and mighty, playing with them in the palm of your hands?

Right under the noses of these gods, he used the "characteristics" bestowed upon him by them to play a silent mockery.

Just as the two were concentrating on their performance, the air in front of them suddenly began to ripple like water with a stone thrown into it.

The wind and snow strangely stopped in that small space.

A dark-skinned man wearing a brightly colored monk's robe that was out of place in this icy and snowy place,

He took a step out of thin air, as if passing through an invisible door.

His appearance came without any warning, as sudden as a nightmare.

Si Xiaonan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body tensed to the extreme in an instant.

Leng Xuan protected her behind him calmly, all the muscles in his body ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

"You two, don't panic."

The man clasped his hands together, a gentle, even sincere smile on his face, and said in a strange tone of the common language,

"I am an agent of the Hindu Temple, Singh."

"In this brutal second phase, I believe we, the participants in the 'human' camp, should become allies."

His voice was gentle and kind, and seemed to have some soothing power.

But Si Xiaonan's gaze fell on his eyes.

Those were a pair of bottomless eyes, with a cold dark light at the edges of the pupils. A smile was on the surface, but it did not reach the bottom of the eyes at all.

He just stood there, like a king cobra coiled in the snow.

Although seemingly calm, Xinzi has already quietly emerged, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

Si Xiaonan's inner alarm was ringing wildly.

This Singh was more unfathomable than any opponent she had encountered before.

But her face didn't show it at all.

The brain weighs the pros and cons in a fraction of a second.

If you refuse, you will immediately become an enemy. In this desperate situation where supplies are halved,

It is definitely not a wise move to face the unknown test and this mysterious strong man at the same time.

Accepting it would be like seeking the skin of a tiger, but at least it would buy a moment of respite and... the opportunity to gather intelligence.

An expression of surprise and vigilance appeared on Si Xiaonan's face.

She stood up from the snow, brushed off the snow on her body, and said with the same smile: "So you are a friend from the Temple of Heaven. I am sorry for the disrespect."

"You're right. Cooperation is our only way out."

She took the initiative to extend her hand, her attitude calm, as if she was really moved by the other party's proposal.

The moment Singer's hands touched, Si Xiaonan could feel that the skin on the other's palm was extremely cold, not like the temperature of a living person.

Her smile grew brighter, but a cold light flashed in her eyes.

Very good, from the moment you decided to show up, you have stepped into my trap.

"Who is this……"

Singer's gaze turned to Leng Xuan, who had been silent all the time. His overly eye-catching long ears swayed slightly in the wind and snow.

"Ah, his name is A Leng, and he is my servant."

Si Xiaonan said it lightly, his tone natural and flawless.

"It's a pity that he's mute and his brain isn't very good, but he's very strong and can barely be a helper."

Upon hearing this, Leng Xuan lowered his head obediently, his long bangs hiding the emotions in his eyes.

Only he himself knew how much murderous intent was suppressed beneath those slightly curled knuckles.

The man named Singer was too close, so close that he was 100% sure that he could break his neck in an instant.

But he couldn't, because in Si Xiaonan's plan, he was now just a harmless, stupid mute servant.

Singh looked at Leng Xuan meaningfully, as if he really believed what Si Xiaonan said. He nodded and stopped paying attention.

"Since we are allies, intelligence sharing is a must."

As he spoke, he turned around naturally and walked side by side with the two of them.

"As far as I know, Loki, who presided over this assessment, has some connections with the Ashura clan in our east."

"Perhaps, we can find a breakthrough in this direction..."

His speech is fluent, his logic is clear, and the information he shares is extremely valuable.

But Si Xiaonan keenly caught a sense of disharmony - his strange accent, when he said "Loki" and "Asura"

When it comes to these two names, the pronunciation is so standard that it is weird.

It was as if that was his mother tongue, and other common language words were all products of acquired imitation.

This discovery was like a tiny thorn that pierced Si Xiaonan's heart, and doubts began to arise.

The three of them walked side by side on the vast snowfield, leaving behind three parallel footprints extending into the unknown distance.

Beneath the appearance of alliance, there are undercurrents of ulterior motives.

At this moment, a communication talisman hidden in Si Xiaonan's sleeve suddenly emitted a faint burning sensation.

That’s Lu Baoyou’s emergency contact signal!

She was startled and was about to find an excuse to check quietly, but Leng Xuan beside her suddenly stopped.

His breathing hitched.

Si Xiaonan immediately noticed his abnormality and followed his gaze - not at Singer himself, but at... the snow.

The sunlight passed through the clouds, casting three clear shadows on the white snow.

Si Xiaonan’s shadow, Leng Xuan’s shadow, and... Singer’s shadow.

No, that's not right!

That's not a shadow!

Under Singer's feet, the shadow that should have been exactly the same shape as him was now wriggling strangely like a living thing.

One part of it was still clinging to his heel, while the other part,

It silently splits and stretches out, like a ghost without substance.

Another completely different human silhouette is outlined on the snow!

One shadow, two figures!

The air seemed to be completely sucked out at this moment, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped, and the world fell into dead silence.

Leng Xuan's eyes were filled with a solemnity and horror that he had never seen before.

At this moment, the solid ice and snow beneath the three people's feet

Without any warning, there was a dull and loud cracking sound.

A bottomless black crack, like a giant python awakening,

It suddenly burst out from under Singer's split shadow, with the speed of chasing souls and taking lives.

Spreading wildly towards where they were!

The earth began to collapse.