Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The voice was clear and casual, with a hint of laziness that was unique to young people, whose edges had not yet been smoothed out by the world.

An Qingyu and the other three turned around suddenly, their eyes instantly locked on the source of the sound.

He was a young man who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. He was leaning against a pillar at the airport exit, with a tall and slender figure.

The neat silver-white short hair shone with a strange luster under the light.

He wore a pair of frameless glasses on his nose and wireless headphones in his ears.

He was wearing the most popular functional overalls and a loose T-shirt with complex dark patterns.

His fingers were sliding quickly across the screen of his mobile phone, and the flashing light and shadow on the screen were clearly the interface of a popular short video application.

No matter how you look at it, this guy is a trendy young man who is addicted to the internet world.

It was incompatible with the life-and-death struggle they had just experienced and the tense and solemn atmosphere around them.

An Qingyu's pupils shrank slightly. He did not feel any energy fluctuations from the other person. He was like an ordinary person.

But how could an ordinary person appear here so accurately and say those words with such a firm tone?

Shen Qingzhu's reaction was more direct. Her fingers, which were tightly gripping the long knife, turned white due to the force.

His body leaned forward slightly, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

Her eyes were as sharp as a hawk, scanning the young man back and forth, trying to find any flaws.

"Don't be so nervous."

The boy seemed to have finally finished watching an interesting video. He smacked his lips with satisfaction and put his phone back in his pocket.

He raised his head, his gaze passed over the lenses, and fell calmly on the four people.

Those eyes were as deep as an ancient well, forming a sharp contrast with his youthful appearance.

He took off his headphones, twirled them around twice and stuffed them into his pocket, then stood up straight and walked towards them.

Each step seems casual and relaxed, yet carries an indescribable sense of oppression.

It was as if the bustling crowds and noisy broadcasts around him had become his backdrop.

"Let me introduce myself," he walked up to the four people with a playful smile on his face.

"Third Prince, Nezha."

The air seemed to freeze.

An Qingyu, Shen Qingzhu, Baili Pangpang and Lin Qiye, the expressions on the faces of the four people were wonderful.

Shock, absurdity, suspicion, vigilance... countless emotions intertwined together.

It made them even forget how to react for a moment.

Nezha?

The rebellious god of war in mythology who rode on wind-fire wheels, held a fire-tipped spear, wreaked havoc in the East China Sea, cut off his flesh to repay his mother, and cut off his bones to repay his father?

This is the one in front of me...watching short videos, wearing trendy brands,

A teenager who looks more like a modern urbanite than any of them?

"Are you kidding?" Shen Qingzhu's voice was cold, with undisguised suspicion.

"Who sent you? What's your purpose?"

"See, I knew this would be the reaction." Nezha spread his hands helplessly, as if he had already gotten used to it.

"So, mythology has been out of touch with reality for too long. You need to change your stereotypes."

"What era is this? Who still wears a red bellyband? We have to be fashionable, understand?"

As he spoke, he even adjusted the collar of his T-shirt with a serious look.

Baili Pangpang opened his mouth, his fat face filled with confusion: "But...but in the myth you are not..."

"Stop!" Nezha made a stop gesture.

"Myths are written by people, so they must be artistically processed. Don't pay too much attention to the details.

The point is, I am Nezha, and now, you have to come with me."

His tone was unquestionable, but combined with his attire, it was not very convincing.

An Qingyu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that in this world, anything bizarre could happen.

Whether the identity of the person in front of him is true or false is still unknown, but his appearance itself represents a new variable.

"Where are you going?" An Qingyu asked in a deep voice. He chose to temporarily put aside the other party's identity and instead explore his purpose.

"A place you should go."

Nezha's answer was still ambiguous. He turned around and raised his chin towards the taxi waiting area outside the airport.

"Let's go. There are too many people here, and it's not convenient to chat. Let's leave the city first."

As he said this, he walked forward on his own, and even waved skillfully to stop a taxi.

The four of them looked at each other, and finally, An Qingyu made a decision: "Follow."

Regardless of whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, true or false, they have no better choice now.

Staying where you are will only bring more unnecessary trouble.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely weird.

The driver was a talkative middle-aged man who had been complaining about the evening rush hour traffic since he got in the car.

In the back seat of the car, the five people fell into deathly silence.

Nezha sat in the seat closest to the window and took out his cell phone.

I started watching a new round of short videos with great interest, and chuckled once or twice from time to time.

His leisurely posture made him look as if he was just a student on a weekend trip.

Shen Qingzhu's eyes were fixed on Nezha's profile, and her suspicion had reached its peak.

Would a real god choose to travel by taxi?

Will I be trapped in the steel torrent with them because of the traffic jam?

This is even more absurd than the myth itself.

She could almost conclude that this person was 100% a fake and there must be some huge conspiracy behind it.

Funny and uneasy, two completely opposite emotions were vying with each other in the narrow carriage, causing An Qingyu to suffer from a headache.

He kept analyzing various possibilities, but each inference

All of this became untenable because of the illogical behavior of the "Nezha" in front of them.

The car drove on the highway for nearly an hour, gradually moving away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and finally turned into a dirt road leading to the suburban wilderness.

The road was bumpy, and the view outside the window changed from tall buildings to endless weeds and hills.

"Master, let's stop in the open space in front." Nezha finally put away his phone and pointed to an open space not far away.

The driver stopped the car as instructed, turned around and said with a smile, "Hey, little brother, we're here. The total is three hundred and sixty-eight yuan."

"Okay." Nezha took out his mobile phone and pointed it at the QR code presented by the driver.

"Beep——" a crisp prompt sound rang out.

Then, a slightly awkward robotic female voice came from the phone: "Your balance is insufficient, please..."

The sound was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in the silent car.

Nezha's movements froze.

The smile on the driver's face also froze.

An Qingyu and Shen Qingzhu's expressions instantly became extremely complicated.

Liar, absolutely a liar!

The "Third Prince" who can't even pay for the bus fare?

Shen Qingzhu's fingers gripping the hilt of the knife had begun to creak.

Nezha's face flashed with embarrassment, and he cleared his throat.

Trying to maintain his superior image: "Um... there seems to be a problem with the mobile payment, I..."

At the moment when the embarrassment was about to overflow the car window,

Baili Pangpang, who had been silent all the time, suddenly leaned forward and squeezed his chubby face to the front row.

He looked at the driver and asked in an innocent yet sincere tone, "Master, what is the name of your taxi company?"

The driver was stunned: "Ah? Call... call Tianchi to travel."

"Oh." Baili Pangpang nodded, and then asked in a calm tone as if asking "How's the weather today?"

He said something that could drive anyone insane:

"Master, please name a price. I want to buy your Tianchi Travel Group."

"This fare is considered a down payment."

The whole world seemed to be muted.

The driver's eyes were as big as copper bells. He looked at Baili Pangpang's harmless face.

His lips trembled for a long time and he couldn't say a word.

He has been driving for twenty years and has seen people who brag and people who get drunk.

I've seen unreasonable people, but I've never seen such a refreshing, such a shocking... psychopath.

Fear, a huge fear that came from the unknown and incomprehensible, instantly gripped his heart.

The next second, he suddenly opened the car door and rushed out,

While running, he was screaming incomprehensible sounds, as if a prehistoric monster was chasing him.

In a blink of an eye, the taxi was left with only its four doors wide open, parked alone in the wilderness.

Inside the car, An Qingyu and Shen Qingzhu stared at Baili Pangpang in amazement, then looked at the back of the driver who fled in panic.

The scene instantly changed from suffocating embarrassment to unbelievable shock.

"Alas..." Nezha sighed deeply and rubbed his brows, "I wanted to keep a low profile."

He opened the car door and walked out.

An Qingyu and the other three also got out of the car and stood on the overgrown land. The evening breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness.

"Well, that's the end of my experience with modern transportation."

Nezha stretched, and the laziness and playfulness on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a quiet and ancient temperament.

He looked at the four bewildered people in front of him and smiled faintly, "Next, let me show you... the classical way."

The moment he finished speaking, two balls of blazing red light suddenly burst out from under his feet!

One ball is burning like a raging fire, and the other ball is flowing like golden light.

Two rays of light intertwined and swirled, transforming into two ancient yet gorgeous wheels. Above their outlines, flames rose, emitting a low hum.

An indescribable scorching breath hit me in the face, burning the surrounding air and causing it to slightly distort.

Hot Wheels!

The magic weapon that only existed in mythological books was now actually floating under Nezha's feet!

Under the horrified gazes of the four people, Nezha slowly rose into the air, his clothes fluttering in the air waves, and his short silver-white hair moved without wind.

He looked down at the four people lying on the ground like petrified, his eyes calm and peaceful.

"Follow closely."

He only said these three words, then turned around and turned into a stream of red-gold light, soaring into the sky!

An Qingyu only felt a gentle yet powerful force enveloping his body.

The next second, he and his companions were uncontrollably lifted off the ground.

Following the stream of light at an unimaginable speed, straight into the sky.

The wind whistled in my ears and the earth shrank rapidly under my feet.

The city lights turned into a dazzling galaxy, and the mountains and rivers turned into patterns on the sand table.

This extreme speed that breaks the laws of physics almost brings their thinking to a standstill.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but when they penetrated a thick sea of ​​clouds, the sight before them made all four of their hearts skip a beat.

An extremely huge portal stands quietly above the clouds.

It is carved from unknown white jade, towering into the sky and magnificent.

On the lintel, three ancient seal characters written in a flamboyant style emitted a faint golden light - Nan Tianmen!

Behind the door is another world.

The fairy palace and temple are like mountains, with flying eaves and brackets looming in the clouds;

Flocks of cranes and unknown spiritual birds chirped clearly and flew past them with their long, shining feathers trailing behind them.

In the distance, there is a sky river hanging upside down, turning into a nine-day silver waterfall, rushing down.

It stirs up the misty fairy air and reflects colorful rainbow light under the sunlight.

Magnificent, sacred, vast.

Any human language seems pale and powerless in the face of such a spectacle.

An Qingyu, Shen Qingzhu, Baili Pangpang, and Lin Qiye were completely speechless.

Their minds are blank, and they can only act like puppets.

Pulled by that force, following Nezha's figure, he passed through the legendary gate of heaven.

It feels like a dream.

After passing through the South Gate of Heaven, the feeling under my feet instantly became extremely solid.

They found themselves standing on a square paved with white jade, with clouds and mist swirling under their feet and ethereal fairy music in the distance.

An Qingyu took a deep breath of the air filled with spiritual energy, and the shock to his soul made it difficult for him to find his voice again.

He looked at the figure in front of him who had put away his hot wheels and turned back into the trendy young man.

He was about to ask the identity of the person they were about to meet.

However, the question he had prepared got stuck in his throat.

Because Nezha in front suddenly stopped.

All expression on his face disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

His eyes passed through the layers of clouds and fixed their gaze on the distant skyline.

The most magnificent golden temple that exudes the aura of supreme nobility.

"He has been waiting for you for a long time..." Nezha's voice was low and hoarse.

As if squeezed from the depths of his throat, he said, "But are you...really ready to meet him?"

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!

At the horizon, in the direction of the golden temple, a ray of extremely bright golden light suddenly cut through the sky without any warning!

That was not the shining of light, but the tearing of space itself!

A huge golden crack spanned the sky, as if there was an ancient beast that had been sleeping for billions of years.

At the end of heaven, it slowly opened its eyes.

An indescribable pressure, like an invisible tide, instantly swept across the entire heaven!