Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Outside the window, a faint elegy drifted in with the night wind, like crying and complaining, with an indescribable weirdness.

The tune was strange, like some ancient requiem,

But it was mixed with creepy sobs, which pierced the heart and bones in the silent night.

"What's that noise?" Wu Hen frowned and listened attentively.

Lin Qiye didn't say anything, walked straight to the door, and held the cold door handle.

I just woke up from that chaotic state, and my head is still a little heavy.

But this sudden strange singing was like a needle, instantly piercing through all the confusion.

"Go out and see."

squeak-

The door of the dean's office was pushed open.

The sound of the elegy was instantly amplified hundreds of times, rushing towards them like a tsunami.

The two stood at the door, stunned for a moment.

The square in front of the courtyard was filled with people. At a glance,

There were at least several hundred of them, all hospital staff wearing white nursing uniforms.

They each held a handful of paper money, their faces solemn and their expressions sorrowful.

Following the rhythm of the elegy, they mechanically threw the paper money in their hands into the air.

Under the dim light, paper money fluttered like snow all over the sky.

At the front of the crowd, the head nurse Li Yifei, dressed in plain clothes and holding a tall incense stick, was leading everyone in chanting loudly.

His voice was hoarse and full of grief, as if he had lost a loved one.

In front of him, on the makeshift altar, there were two huge black and white photos.

The person in the photo is smiling brightly.

One is Lin Qiye, and the other is Wu Hen.

Wu Hen's expression froze instantly.

The corners of Lin Qiye's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he almost laughed out of anger.

He raised his hand and pointed at his own photo, then pointed at himself, then turned to look at Wu Hen with an absurd look on his face.

"What the hell? What the hell? A memorial service for us?"

He lowered his voice, his tone full of both laughter and tears.

"Are we...passing on involuntarily?"

Wu Hen's face darkened as he quickly scanned the entire room.

He analyzed calmly, "Something's not right. Li Yifei's posture doesn't seem fake. How long have we been 'dead'?"

Lin Qiye couldn't answer this question.

He only remembered that when he and Wu Hen were studying the strange patient file,

His consciousness was sucked into an endless vortex. When he opened his eyes again, he was in the dean's office, and a dirge was being sung outside.

How much time had passed? A day? Or even longer?

Just as the two of them stood in the shadows, confused and uncertain.

On the open corridor on the third floor of the hospital, two figures were leaning against the railing, watching the grand farce downstairs with cold eyes.

One of them was wearing golden chain mail and a phoenix-wing purple-gold crown on his head.

He was drinking a glass of scarlet liquid in one gulp, with a cynical smile on his lips.

It was the patient who called himself "The Great Sage Equaling Heaven".

Beside him stood a man wearing golden armor and with an arrogant look on his face.

The scarlet snake eyes reflected the flying paper money below, full of disdain.

Gilgamesh.

"What a boring farce." Gilgamesh shook the golden cup in his hand with a contemptuous tone.

"A bunch of ants, mourning for two guys whose lives are unknown, how ridiculous."

"Hey."

Sun Wukong threw the wine glass casually, and the gorgeous glass turned into golden light and dissipated in the air.

"This isn't a farce; this is a 'rule.' In this hospital, 'death' is a major event that requires a sense of ritual."

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, "I am more curious about what these two beings being worshipped are."

"They're clearly not one of us, yet they've become the 'dean' of this damn place, and now they're pulling a 'resurrection from the dead' stunt."

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the two blurry shadows at the door of the dean's office below, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Perhaps... they are the most special 'patients' in this hospital?"

There was an inexplicable depth in his voice, making the air around them oppressive.

downstairs.

The memorial ceremony has reached its climax.

Li Yifei thrust the incense in his hand into the incense burner.

He turned around, facing the hundreds of nurses, and shouted at the top of his lungs, using all his strength:

"Pay tribute to the dead and express gratitude!"

His knees softened and he knelt down heavily, his forehead hitting the cold ground with a dull thud.

"Bai-ling-zhai!"

Following his order, hundreds of caregivers in the square knelt down on the ground in unison, like harvested wheat.

The whole scene was solemn and dignified to the extreme, and also weird to the extreme.

Hundreds of people knelt down in front of the two portraits at the same time, and the heavy atmosphere of sorrow almost froze the air.

That's when.

Lin Qiye, standing in the shadow of the Dean's office door, slowly took a step forward.

His and Wu Hen's figures were instantly exposed to everyone's sight.

Facing the black mass of people kneeling down, facing the two huge black and white portraits,

Lin Qiye slowly raised his hand, as if to comfort his followers.

His voice was not loud, and could even be said to be very calm, but in this dead silent square,

But it was clearly heard by everyone, like a thunderclap exploding out of nowhere.

"Be flat."

In an instant, the whole world was quiet.

The chanting, the sobbing, the sound of the wind...all the sounds disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Li Yifei, who was kneeling at the front, suddenly stiffened. He slowly and with great difficulty raised his head.

When his eyes fell on the living Lin Qiye standing on the steps,

The grief on his face froze instantly and was replaced by extreme horror.

His mouth opened and closed, and a strange "gurgling" sound came from his throat, as if an invisible hand was strangling his neck.

Immediately afterwards, a nurse who was closest to the crowd finally saw Lin Qiye's face clearly.

The blood color on his face faded away completely in an instant.

His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he stretched out his finger.

He pointed at Lin Qiye tremblingly, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

The next second, a shrill scream that pierced the sky tore through the silence.

"Ghost! Dean Lin has appeared!"

This scream was like the fuse that lit the powder keg.

"Ahhhh!"

"He's resurrected! The dean is resurrected!"

"Run!"

The entire square exploded in an instant.

Hundreds of caregivers who were just immersed in grief,

At this moment, the rabbit was like one that had seen a ghost, screaming, crying, and running away using its hands and feet.

Someone lost their shoes while running, someone tripped and fell to the ground.

Being trampled by the people behind, the situation instantly got out of control and fell into a crazy chaos.

Wu Hen subconsciously took a half step back, looking at the group of crazy caregivers warily with a frown.

Lin Qiye, on the other hand, just stood there quietly, narrowing his eyes slightly, watching the absurd and chaotic scene before him.

There was no trace of pride or surprise on his face. Instead, a slight uneasiness quietly rose from the bottom of his heart.

not right...

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed some crucial change.

His eyes slowly swept over the panicked nurses.

It swept across the flying paper money and finally landed on the gloomy outline of the mental hospital building.

The "rules" in this hospital seem to have... changed.