Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

An Qingyu drove the off-road vehicle wildly through the endless snow, and the roar of the engine was like the howl of a dying beast.

The wind and snow were lashing at the car windows madly, and visibility was pitifully low, but he did not slacken his pressure on the accelerator at all.

The knuckles gripping the steering wheel had lost their color from the excessive force, and were as pale as dead bones.

His eyes were fixed on the blurry road ahead. In the scorching scarlet, there was an anxiety and madness suppressed to the extreme.

The whole person is like a bow that is stretched to its limit. Any extra vibration may cause the string to break completely.

Hurry up, hurry up!

This thought roared repeatedly in his mind, almost bursting through his head.

When the off-road vehicle spun around and stopped at the airport with a sharp brake sound, the world seemed to have been muted.

Dead silence.

The empty ground of the airport was covered with a thick layer of snow, and there was nothing else to hear except the sound of the wind.

Dozens of new recruits, wearing heavy combat uniforms, looked like soulless sculptures.

They lined up in silence and boarded the transport plane's gangway one by one.

Their faces were expressionless and their eyes were empty, as if they had just been pulled out of a nightmare.

An Qingyu's heart sank suddenly.

He pushed open the car door, and the cold wind mixed with snow rushed in instantly, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

His eyes swept across the crowd and finally stopped at the cabin door.

Shen Qingzhu was sitting there, with a black coffin quietly placed beside him.

She held an unlit cigarette in her mouth, letting the cold cigarette holder stick to her lips, and stared unfocused at the wind and snow in the distance.

The atmosphere was heavy as lead, centered around her and the coffin.

It filled the entire airport, making it hard to breathe, and even breathing felt like tearing the lungs.

An Qingyu walked forward step by step, and every step felt like stepping on cotton or on the tip of a knife.

His throat was dry and he managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice with great difficulty.

"Qingzhu...what's going on?"

Shen Qingzhu slowly turned his head, and his eyes, which were once as sharp as a knife, now had a dull and stagnant look.

She glanced at An Qingyu, then at the coffin beside her.

"Jiang Er's." Her voice was soft and calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

An Qingyu's body swayed, and he forced himself to stand firm.

He asked, "Where are the others? Where is Lin Qiye? Where is Cao Yuan? And where are Pang Pang and Wu Hen?!"

His voice grew louder and louder, trembling in a way he himself didn't even notice.

Shen Qingzhu finally withdrew his gaze from afar and fell on An Qingyu's anxious face.

She was silent for a moment, as if she was organizing her words, or as if she simply didn't want to speak.

"Lin Qiye..." She paused, each word sounding like a stone fished out from the bottom of a frozen river.

"In order to defend the sacred monument, he activated the 'Ghost God Attraction' and died in battle along with Wu Hen."

boom--!

It was as if something suddenly exploded in An Qingyu's mind, and the world before his eyes lost all its colors, leaving only black and white.

He could not hear the wind, nor feel the cold. Shen Qingzhu's following words seemed to come from far away and were unclear.

"...Cao Yuan was suppressed by the 'Human Circle', and his life or death is unknown...Bai Li Pangpang has disappeared."

Killed in battle... Suppressed... Missing...

Every word was like a red-hot hammer, hitting his heart hard.

That boy who always has a gentle smile, that calm and cunning companion who can always find a way out of the situation,

That brother who seemed unreliable but always carried the heavy burden... is gone?

An Qingyu froze in place, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away in that instant.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

An immense, unspeakable feeling of grief and emptiness completely overwhelmed him like a tide.

He couldn't feel his heartbeat, nor his breathing.

The whole person seemed to have turned into a body with its internal organs hollowed out.

The new recruits who boarded the plane in silence didn't dare to look at him. They just lowered their heads and quickened their pace.

Shen Qingzhu looked at him quietly, without comforting or urging him.

She knew that no words could describe this kind of pain.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a minute, or maybe a century.

An Qingyu's dazed eyes slowly refocused.

He took a deep breath, and the cold air scraped across his throat like a knife, and the piercing pain made him wake up instantly.

He suppressed all the surging emotions and locked the grief that was enough to tear a person apart in the deepest part of his heart.

"Return."

His voice was terrifyingly calm, without a trace of emotion, yet it carried an irresistible majesty.

Shen Qingzhu was stunned for a moment and looked at him.

An Qingyu walked to the black coffin, bent down, and carried it on his back without any hesitation.

The heavy coffin pressed on his back, making a dull sound, but he stood straight, like a silent mountain.

"Everyone, board the plane immediately."

He turned around and said coldly to the new recruits who had already boarded the plane,

"From now on, I will take over this team."

His eyes swept over everyone, and that cold gaze made everyone subconsciously avoid him.

They felt an unprecedented determination and coldness from this usually gentle man.

It was as if in that moment, he had thrown away all his weakness and emotions.

All of this, along with the sadness, was sealed under the ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

The recruits did not dare to raise any objections and quickly returned to their seats.

An Qingyu carried Jiang Er's coffin on his back, walked up the gangway step by step, and placed the coffin carefully in the center of the cabin.

Shen Qingzhu followed him silently and closed the cabin door.

When the heavy cabin door completely blocked out the wind and snow outside, An Qingyu whispered to Shen Qingzhu, "Keep an eye on them," then turned and walked off the plane.

He stood on the deserted snowy ground with his back to the transport plane, and the hard shell that he had managed to hold up finally cracked inch by inch at this moment.

“Ahhhh——!!”

An extremely suppressed and distorted roar erupted from the depths of his throat, but was instantly swallowed up by the howling wind and snow, and no sound could be heard.

He suddenly raised his fist, and with all his strength, he punched hard on the thick snow and frozen soil beneath his feet!

"boom!"

There was a dull thud on the hard ground.

He didn't stop, and like a wild beast that felt no pain, he punched the ground again and again.

Blood oozed from his broken knuckles, quickly staining the white snow into dazzling red plum blossoms.

The cold snow and the hot blood mixed together, just like his shattered heart at the moment.

With his fist as the center, cracks spread across the ice-covered ground.

His eyes were red, and it was hard to tell whether it was snow or tears on his face. There was only the heavy and twisted breathing, rising and falling in the wind and snow.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally exhausted all his strength and knelt down in the blood-stained snow, his body shaking constantly.

He has to go back, he has to take over everything, he has to avenge the dead, he has to find his missing brother.

He supported himself on the ground with his bleeding hands, stood up shakily, and turned to enter the cab.

Just as he raised his foot, a muffled "bang" suddenly came from the door of the transport plane behind him.

An Qingyu turned around suddenly.

I saw a figure stumbling out from behind the door and falling heavily on the snow.

It’s Baili Pangpang!

His familiar combat uniform had been dyed dark red, and the bloodstain on his abdomen, deep enough to see the bone, was shocking.

His face was as pale as paper and his lips were cracked, but the moment he saw An Qingyu, he forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

He stretched out his hand weakly, breathing barely.

"Fish...Brother Yu...save me..."