Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

Pamir Plateau.

In January, at this snow-capped mountain with an altitude of nearly 7,000 meters, the average daytime temperature is around -30°C, and the extreme low temperature can reach -60°C.

Snowflakes filled the sky, the wind howled, and the white snow swept across the land like a thousand horses galloping.

It's hard to see anyone beyond five meters.

"Swish."

From afar, several blurry figures swayed in the wind and snow, getting closer and closer as they struggled to climb up, battling the gale and covered in snow.

The group was only wearing thin coats, but strangely enough, apart from their hair being blown into a mess, they showed no signs of discomfort from the cold, their faces remained normal, and their steps were still steady.

The burly man at the head of the group stopped, gazing at the vast white world. He frowned and asked in a deep voice:

"Singer, are you sure this direction you've chosen is safe? The further we go, the more something feels off; it's like we're going in circles."

In the group, a tall, thin middle-aged man dressed in black, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, stared at the compass in his hand and said in an urgent voice with a curry accent:

“Praising the demon god Asura is absolutely right. This compass is a treasure I obtained from the Temple of the Gods, specifically for this mission. I have never been to this location before, Andrei. Don’t worry.”

"This isn't a matter of overthinking! Look closely, doesn't this tree look strangely familiar?"

"Aren't all trees the same? What's the big deal? That's hilarious."

"What about the stone?"

"Aren't all stones the same?"

"Was that excrement under that rock yours?"

“Laughable, isn’t all excrement the same…” Singh paused, looked closely at the stick below the stone that had been frozen solid, and fell silent.

Perhaps sensing that further evasion would provoke public outrage, he suddenly slapped the seemingly mysterious compass in his hand, forcing an awkward yet composed smile onto his face:

"This compass might be malfunctioning. A couple of taps should fix it. Please trust me one more time!"

"I think you're not thinking straight. How about I give you a pat to clear your head?"

A clear, cold voice came from the back. Singh turned her head and saw that the mountain wind had just lifted her cloak, revealing a head of long, fiery red hair that danced wildly in the wind like a burning flame.

“Serflint, please believe me. I have always acted with prudence and am definitely not the kind of person who makes empty promises or boasts. If I break my word, may I be punished by never being able to drink Ganges water again for the rest of my life. How about that?”

The oath sounds eerily perverse, but upon closer examination, it is indeed a poisonous oath that Singh could utter.

The red-haired woman's lips twitched slightly, a mouthful of saliva stuck in her throat, neither rising nor falling.

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as you agreeing to have no objections.” Singh’s face was full of fawning smiles, his eyes narrowed into slits. “Could you give me a little more warmth? Look, it’s so cold here that my teeth are chattering.”

The red-haired woman raised her hand and waved it, instantly enveloping Singh in a layer of crimson power, dispelling the bitter cold.

She then quickened her pace, avoiding Singh's lewd appearance.

Tsk tsk, that peachy, perky butt, I'd gladly give up ten years of my life just to have sex with it once... A lewd glint flashed in Singh's eyes as he patted the compass: "Follow me, praise the demon god Asura."

Andrei looked up to stop him:

"Wait a minute, why do I keep feeling like there's a pair of eyes watching us from the shadows all the way here?"

He subconsciously looked around. The dense forest looked particularly eerie in the dim light, and the swaying of every leaf seemed like a pair of eyes spying on him.

"We've already entered the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty, so it's best to be cautious. Let's try to find it," said the young man in the green robe at the center of the crowd.

Andrei's expression quickly turned serious. He crouched down, plunged his hands into the frozen ground, and, drawing upon the power of the gods, shouted:

"The earth is pulsating!"

Divine power surged, turning his eyes a yellowish-brown color, which then rapidly expanded outwards from his arms.

After a long while, Andrei withdrew his arm and shook his head: "There really is nothing. Apart from a few hundred frozen corpses of unknown age, there is nothing unusual in this frozen ground."

In the Pamir Plateau, finding frozen corpses is a perfectly normal occurrence.

No one would find it strange.

"Perhaps I'm just overthinking it..."

After several figures disappeared into the distance, the wind and snow quickly filled in and buried the footprints again. After an unknown amount of time, an arm suddenly stretched out from under a patch of snow. Then, with nimble movements, it dug up the soil in a few quick steps, covered in snow and mud, and ran wildly in a certain direction.

After traveling thirty kilometers, the figure, swept up by the wind and snow, finally stopped abruptly in front of a sheltered mountain cave and, without the slightest hesitation, went straight inside.

Inside the cave, five figures dressed in black cloaks sat around a campfire. The flames flickered, but could not dispel the eerie chill emanating from them. None of the five spoke a word, and the quiet atmosphere permeated the cave, making it seem extremely strange.

The figure that had just entered stopped beside one of the men, her figure frozen in place. The man, meanwhile, listened intently, his expression very focused.

After a moment, Bu Li nodded slightly and said softly:

"Thank you for your hard work, Little Stone. Warm up first, I'm going to deliver a message to the Commander."

Bu Li got up and walked to the cave entrance, holding up his phone and waving it back and forth, searching for a long time, but the signal bar remained blank. Helpless, he turned around and gently took out an owl from the cage. This was a hybrid spirit beast bred by the night watchmen over many years, capable of accurately delivering intelligence to the station even in the midst of wind and snow.

He then took out paper and pen and wrote down the intelligence:

"...Kunlun Mountain, Heavenly Palace, Jade Pool, Divine Agents..."

A moment later, a snow-white owl flew through the wind and snow, heading straight for the border post.

Bu Li relaxed a bit, sat cross-legged by the fire, his face beaming with pride, and patted his chest, saying, "I told you that everyone has their own talents, even the dead have their shining points!"

"Who's next... Don't fight over it, let's go one at a time."

"Go, Little Flower. Remember to bury yourself deep. Don't be like Little Potato and get dug out by a bear!"

(P.S.: My darlings, I'm taking a day off in August, so there will only be one update today.)

(Mainly because I had a colonoscopy today. I got up at 4 a.m., drank 3000ml of laxatives, and then it was like I was under Su Yan's water (poop) control spell; I had diarrhea more than ten times, and my whole body felt weak. In the end, I went to the hospital, where the doctor used a stool stirrer to stir my stool for an hour. I just couldn't sit still anymore.)

(I hope everyone stays healthy, avoids getting sick no matter what, gets plenty of rest, and doesn't stay up too late!)