Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Endless darkness, endless falling.

Lin Qiye's consciousness seemed to be thrown into a bottomless well, and the passage of time lost its meaning.

He could not feel his own body, only a cold nothingness, slowly and steadily devouring everything in him.

Just when he thought he was going to sink forever, a childish voice sounded in the darkness.

"who are you?"

Lin Qiye's consciousness suddenly shook.

He looked in the direction of the voice, and in the chaos, a younger version of himself was standing there, staring at him with clear yet wary eyes.

"I... I am Lin Qiye." He answered with difficulty, his voice sounding so weak in the empty darkness.

"No." The young boy shook his head, his eyes sharpening. "You smell like someone else. You are not me."

not me……

You are not me!

These three words were like thunder from the sky, exploding deep in Lin Qiye's consciousness!

The entire dark space was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks, as if a mirror was about to shatter.

The foundation of his existence was violently shaken at this moment.

Intense self-doubt and fear turned into countless pairs of cold hands, grabbing him from all directions, wanting to tear him apart completely and drag him into deeper chaos.

Who am I? Am I Wu Hen, or Lin Qiye?

When this thought came to mind, the image of young Lin Qiye began to blur.

The darkness around him pressed towards him at an unprecedented speed, trying to wipe him out completely.

At this critical moment, the roar of "You are not me" was like a flash of lightning, tearing apart all the confusion!

I am Wu Hen, but now I am Lin Qiye! No one can take me away!

Almost at the same time, a dazzling golden light descended from the end of the crack, like a warm and powerful hand, suddenly pulling his falling consciousness out of the abyss.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Lin Qiye suddenly opened his eyes, started coughing violently, and breathed in the air with the fragrance of grass in big gulps.

He was weak all over, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his heart was beating wildly in his chest, and he was filled with fear of surviving a disaster.

He found himself lying in a wheelchair, covered with a thin blanket.

"Qi Ye? Wu Hen?" A familiar yet slightly hoarse voice sounded beside him.

Lin Qiye turned his head and saw that familiar face.

Yang Jin's face was a little pale, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

He was pushing another wheelchair, and in the wheelchair was Wu Hen, who had also just woken up, with a pale face and complicated eyes.

"Old Yang?" Lin Qiye's voice was a little dry.

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."

Yang Jin let out a long sigh, his eyes reddened. He walked over and patted Lin Qiye's shoulder heavily.

"Damn, I almost thought I'd never see you again."

Simple actions, but contain thousands of words.

Lin Qiye looked around. They were in an open meadow, not far away was the Fountain of Life.

The spring water still emits a soft glow, and the air is filled with a refreshing aura.

"We... survived?" Wu Hen asked in a low voice, leaning on the wheelchair. He looked at his hands, as if he still couldn't believe it.

"Survived." Yang Jin nodded, his tone affirmative.

"Michael saved you with the Fountain of Life, but the price was that he fell into a deep sleep."

"The Celestial Lord has also taken action. He made a deal with Michael, stabilizing your souls that were about to collapse."

Yang Jin's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

He briefly recounted what had happened in the past few days, including the war situation outside and the news about Baili Pangpang and the others.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen listened quietly, appearing calm on the surface, but their hearts were already filled with turbulent waves.

Michael...

These two people who stand at the top of the world would actually make a deal to save them?

What is hidden behind this?

Just because they are "variables"?

Or is there a deeper conspiracy?

There was a thoughtful glint in Wu Hen's eyes. As a time traveler, he was naturally more suspicious than others, and was better at analyzing the pros and cons from clues.

This matter is weird in every way.

Lin Qiye was more direct. After listening to Yang Jin's narration, he was silent for a moment.

Then he raised his head and looked straight at Yang Jin. His dark eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Lao Yang."

"Ok?"

"Let me ask you a question." Lin Qiye's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable strength. "Are you Yang Jian, or Yang Jin?"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The relaxed smile on Yang Jin's face froze slightly, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, it just turned into a bitter smile, and he avoided Lin Qiye's gaze with complicated eyes.

Seeing him like this, Lin Qiye smiled and shook his head indifferently.

He stretched himself, and although his body was still weak, that familiar ruffian spirit returned.

"Alright, just pretend I didn't ask." He leaned back in his wheelchair, squinting at the sun in the sky.

"The sun is shining brightly today, perfect for sunbathing. If you have anything to say, wait until I can stand up again."

Wu Hen also glanced at Yang Jin, with a hint of understanding on his lips, and also did not ask any further questions.

The sunlight shines on the three of them, warm and gentle.

There was silence on the grass.

Some secrets don't need to be revealed. It's enough for both parties to know it.

Yang Jin looked at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's calm expressions as if they knew everything, and shook his head helplessly, knowing that he couldn't hide it from these two guys.

He took a deep breath, put aside this heavy topic for the time being, and his expression turned serious.

"It's a miracle that you survived."

"But for this world, your awakening may just be the beginning of another storm."

He paused, his voice lowered to a very low level, as if he was telling about an ancient taboo.

"You need to recover your strength quickly, because some troubles that have been dormant for a thousand years seem to be about to wake up."