Slayer of Gods: I lied; I became the agent of the Nine Gods.

Although Chen Muye's impression of Lu Yu was a bit off, he knew that this girl occasionally had the potential to be a bit of a brat.

But he never imagined that Lu Yu could cause such a huge mess.

Upon receiving the message from Yuan Gang, the usually composed man almost collapsed to the ground.

Lu Yu actually wanted to use the tactic of luring the snake out of its hole.

Knowing full well that the main target of the Ancient God Church was Lin Qiye, not her, they still insisted on drawing all their fighting power to themselves.

Chen Muye's vision went black: This is the end of me!

He immediately set off from home, leading everyone in Squad 136, and rushed to the area where Lu Yu's family lived.

As expected, this place has been completely enveloped by the "No-Rules Airspace".

What exactly is Xiaoyu planning to do this time?

Hongying was called out by the captain late at night, still unaware of the reason. She touched the bandage on her hand. She had been practicing boxing at home and hadn't even had time to change her clothes.

"She lured that group of people here with the intention of wiping them out in one fell swoop."

Chen Muyi said wearily, "But Yuan Gang said that there are more than one person from the Sea Realm coming this time."

"Isn't this courting death?" Wu Xiangnan frowned deeply. "A Chi Realm cultivator fighting a Hai Realm cultivator? That's wishful thinking!"

"Not to mention the methods of the Church of the Ancient Gods. If she were to be turned into a puppet by accident, it would be a disaster for us in the future."

It's wrong to hand over a perfectly good healer to the enemy.

"Let's break through this no-rules airspace first."

Yuan Gang's voice came from behind him. Chen Muye looked over, his eyes cold and deep: "Why did you agree to her method?"

Yuan Gang laughed and said, "She said she could do it. Captain Chen, you sent this child in yourself, don't you trust her?"

Is this a matter of trust or distrust?

Chen Muyi's face remained stiff as he said no more. Instead, he took out the knife in his hand, and his aura gradually darkened: "Break through the barrier first."

With a "whoosh," the "Boundless Void" shattered as the two attacked the barrier simultaneously.

When they rushed to the center of the battle, what they saw was absolutely jaw-dropping.

There was a huge Tai Chi diagram on the ground, covering the entire area, and a thin layer of white mist was constantly rising from it.

The girl in the very center had her palm down, and the patch of ground there was a bright red. It wasn't some kind of paint, but bloodstains that all the Night Watchmen were very familiar with.

The surrounding area was a mystery.

Those who were fighting fiercely just a moment ago now seemed to be frozen in place, with the weaker ones lying on the ground, looking calm and indifferent to the world.

Even Lin Qiye and his companions, who were slightly stronger, looked listless, leaning against each other, as if they just wanted to go home and sleep.

Looking again at the two fiery discs in the sky, they were spinning slower and slower, slowly bringing their owners down to the ground. The boy, whose appearance he couldn't quite make out, could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

However, as Han Shaoyun relaxed, scenes from the past reappeared in his mind.

The voices and smiles of my teammates, and Qingqing...

Their last cries were of him begging them never to come back...

A certain string that had been forcibly bound in Han Shaoyun's mind snapped.

"Ahhh—"

Let me die...

Please...

If you are truly Nezha, a god who hates evil, please consider the many bad things I've done for the Church of the Ancient Gods...

Please let me be free...

Nezha, forced to listen to the wishes of those seeking prayers, almost trembled. He subconsciously looked at Han Shaoyun:

No, are you sick?

Even the Hun Tian Ling, which was originally about to start dancing the Yangko, suddenly started to flutter and sway awkwardly around Nezha, as if it had drunk fake alcohol.

"This...this is..."

Zhao Kongcheng, carrying a long sword on one shoulder, stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

"Drinking?"

Seeing the blood-red mass under Lu Yu's hands, he instinctively took a step forward out of concern, immediately entering the area of ​​the Tai Chi diagram.

Zhao Kongcheng felt as if he had stepped into the clouds, and before his eyes was the scene of himself going on stage to receive an award and recognition. He was neither arrogant nor impatient, but calm and composed.

I really want to rest. A strange sense of peace has washed over me. Has he gone home...?

Zhao Kongcheng, feeling dizzy, used his last bit of willpower to withdraw one foot.

"...Looks like it's dried fish."

Chen Muyi observed Zhao Kongcheng's change in behavior, and then looked at the very center of the source, where only Lu Yu remained unmoved.

He immediately realized that this strange formation was set up by Lu Yu.

"There should be a psychedelic effect..."

Chen Muyi was about to continue telling everyone to be careful not to enter the formation area.

But all they heard was the fiery red figure descending from mid-air, its voice cursing but lacking strength:

"Lu Yu, did you do this on purpose? Is this how you use the Tranquil Mind Formation? You forcibly silenced everyone, is that fun?"

Nezha is furious! Nezha is going to wreak havoc on the sea!

Ahem, if there's no sea, then we'll just have to resort to deer-catching.

Lu Yu narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression calm and detached: "Fighting and killing are no good. I'm doing this for your own good..."

As she spoke, she pointed to Cao Yuan, who had been forced offline due to Lu Yu's formation.

"He's already gone berserk and started hacking at my backyard, can't I even clean it up?"

As someone who had also been caught in the fire in the backyard, Nezha awkwardly touched his nose before putting away his Wind Fire Wheels and landing completely: "Disarm! Disarm!"

With a wave of his hand, the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) dragged the other end of the bound prisoners, tying the attackers together like skewers of barbecue.

"receive--"

Lu gathered a ball of red energy in his palm and pressed it onto the ground, completely destroying the array's core and successfully retracting the array.

Lin Qiye and the others then regained some balance.

It was as if the soul, which was about to float away from the body, was pulled back by a force of gravity.

In a daze, Lin Qiye heard a voice calling out, growing closer, not far away: "Qiye—"

Is it... the captain?

What's wrong with him...?

He remembered that he had just been fighting the snake woman...

Then Lin Qiye patted his temples to force himself to wake up.

He looked up and saw that, well, his position hadn't changed, except that his opponent had somehow been bound like a dumpling with a red ribbon.

And there was more than one. On a small pile of rice dumplings, Nezha stood barefoot on the topmost black-clad man, looking down at Han Shaoyun, who was bound alone on the other side.

"What? How did a single Mind-Cleansing Array change you so much?"

Nezha didn't understand. When he fought his opponent, he at least knew how to fight back. How come when the Qingxin Formation was activated, he seemed to be under a spell and wanted to die?

"Han Shaoyun... the captain of the night watch team in Suzhou City."

As Chen Muyi walked over, his feet sank into the swirling snow.

"It is said that five years ago, the Suzhou City team was attacked by the Ancient God Church [Whispers]. Of the eight team members, three died, three were seriously injured, and one was left with a lifelong disability. As the team leader, you have been missing ever since... Later, I heard that you joined the Ancient God Church."

Han Shaoyun's face was blank, seemingly devoid of expression: "I..."

"Sixteen seats! You dare to disobey... Ahhh!" The man in black who came with Han Shaoyun was originally bound, but when he saw Han Shaoyun's expression was not right, he thought that he was going to betray the church, so he hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

"shut up!"

Nezha, growing impatient, thrust his Fire-Tipped Spear straight at the man's face, delivering a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire.

"...When your teammates are nailed to the cross, and you have no other choice...anyone can only submit to that person's power and be branded as a puppet..."

His soul was constantly on the verge of collapse, yet he was forced to serve the Church of the Ancient Gods like a slave because of the contract that belonged directly to his soul.

Just a moment ago, the formation was activated, and the clarity in his mind brought Han Shaoyun a long-lost sense of relaxation.

That was the kind of wonderful feeling he hadn't experienced in five years...

I'm so tired... Everything is so exhausting...

Han Shaoyun looked down at his hands.

He has done countless heinous things for the enemy...

Han Shaoyun looked at the night watchmen in front of him: "Death isn't so scary, is it...?"

But I don't even have the right to choose to die..."

He shifted his bound limbs, looked up at Nezha above, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you really are that Nezha from Chentang Pass..."

Please give me some relief...

Nezha snorted coldly: "I am Nezha from the Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain. What kind of place is Chentang Pass?"

Does Li Jing even deserve it?

Han Shaoyun remained silent, his head lowering further and further until his forehead touched the ground.

You came into this world reborn from the ashes, so please let me depart from it as well...

Lotus petals transform into sharp blades, dispelling my boundless resentment.

He, Han Shaoyun, misses them...