Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

Lin Qiye glanced at Zhao Kongcheng on Zhao Wentian's shoulder and continued:

Do you think I'm afraid of dying?

You're wrong, I'm not afraid of dying at all.

Do you think a child who has seen angels since childhood, went blind, and was locked up in a mental hospital would be afraid of death?

I have tried countless times to end my life in the darkness.

But those who saved me were never the so-called masses who toiled in the city and complained about the injustice of the world.

"But it's my family..."

Lin Qiye raised his head, looked up at the night sky, and slowly spoke again:

"If sentient beings do not save me, why should I sacrifice myself to protect them?"

Therefore, I do not wish to be a Night's Watchman.

Goodbye, Lin Qiye. I will never call you blind again.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wentian was taken aback.

Then he removed Zhao Kongcheng's dark red cloak, threw it on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"This is the Night's Watch cloak. I used to think this guy was a complete idiot."

I kept it neatly in the passenger seat all day long, treating it like some kind of precious treasure.

Now I realize this is something that could kill him. But from today onwards, I, Zhao Wentian, will be the one to serve the Night Watch.

After saying that, Zhao Wentian carried Zhao Kongcheng's body and disappeared into the rainy night.

Lin Qiye sat there in a daze.

After a while, he turned to look at the low houses in the distance...

His clenched fist loosened in the rain.

As if he had made up his mind, he used the knife to support himself on the ground, slowly stood up, and muttered to himself:

"I, Lin Qiye, owe a debt of guilt to three people in my life: my aunt who worked tirelessly for me, and my cousin who was burdened by me..."

And you, who saved the lives of my family of three.

In exchange,

I'll protect your world for ten years.

Ten years from now, whatever the outcome, I will have nothing to do with the Night's Watch.

I will come back and continue my life.

Is this kind of deal... fair enough?

Zhao Wentian!!

Lin Qiye looked in the direction where Zhao Wentian had disappeared.

He emphasized the three characters "Zhao Wentian".

It was addressed to Zhao Wentian, but even more so to Zhao Kongcheng.

"Okay, since you don't object, then it's settled."

Lin Qiye planted the straight sword in the ground, faced that direction, and knelt down.

When he stood up again, he whispered towards the low house in the rain:

"Auntie, I will repay your kindness in raising me in seventy years."

He bent down and kowtowed heavily.

He casually picked up Zhao Kongcheng's dark red cloak and draped it over his shoulders.

The badge fell to the ground, he picked it up, and wiped it clean.

He carried Zhao Kongcheng's straight sword on his back.

Turn around and leave.

......

Zhao Wentian smiled and looked at Zhao Kongcheng in his arms: "Don't worry, I'll leave the rest to you, Uncle."

"Xiangnan! I've arrived at the old residential area. Where's Lao Zhao?"

In the heavy rain, a woman stood on the street, carrying a long black box on her back, bent over and panting heavily.

“There’s an open space in front of you,” Wu Xiangnan’s voice came through the earpiece.

He paused, his voice low and suppressed, "Hongying, you need to be prepared."

"What preparation?"

"I lost contact with Lao Zhao a few minutes ago; his location hasn't changed in a long time..."

Hongying froze, her body trembled, and then she suddenly rushed forward.

"Don't talk nonsense, maybe she's just tired." Hongying gritted her teeth, her voice already trembling with tears.

"Red Tassel..."

"Don't speak!" Hongying roared.

"Red Tassel, it moved. Old Zhao's crest moved."

However, Hongying suddenly froze on the spot.

Zhao Wentian landed in front of her, his voice trembling: "Hongying, tell the captain and the others that I need to send my nephew's body for cremation and then throw it into the sea. I need to ask for leave..."

Upon hearing this, Hongying's eyes immediately filled with tears.

"I remember Old Zhao telling me that he wanted to be buried in the ground!"

Zhao Wentian was stunned. The emotions he had just been building up vanished instantly. He forced out a single tear and whispered:

“I am his uncle, I will take care of his affairs. Don’t be sad. I didn’t cry when I, an old man, sent off my son.”

Hongying looked up, first glancing at Zhao Wentian, then at Zhao Kongcheng, her tears already flowing uncontrollably.

“Hongying, Zhao Kongcheng said…” Zhao Wentian walked past, but shook his head, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"There's a guy named Lin Qiye behind us. He has Zhao Kongcheng's cloak. Take it and set up a cenotaph. If you really need his ashes, I'll get you a bottle."

Hongying nodded gently and took a step forward.

Zhao Wentian flew towards the sea in Cangnan City.

When Hongying turned around, the person had already disappeared.

Zhao Kongcheng's home in Cangnan City.

In that world of stone tablets, Zhao Kongcheng lay there.

Next to it were two bottles of Moutai and nine unopened packs of 1916 cigarettes.

Zhao Kongcheng's body began to slowly change.

Just like when he first started cultivating the Undying Scripture.

Zhao Kongcheng's skin began to crack.

Seeing this change, Zhao Wentian finally felt relieved.

He whispered to Zhao Kongcheng, "Zhao Kongcheng, you should stay here and behave yourself."

Look at you, even in death you're causing trouble. This compensation payment is going to be a real pain...

It will take at most five or eight years, or as little as a year and a half. Your uncle is going to become a god in the flesh!

When the time comes, become my divine representative, and I, the Emperor, will lead you to slay gods!

Or, I'll pave a path first, and then if you're really strong, the two of us can go to Greece to slay the gods, and we'll even go to Japan. You say you like mature women, but who doesn't?

Then, he looked at the burning corpse in the distance. It was the corpse of the Ghost-Faced King, and he was going to burn some of his ashes.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wentian took out his phone and made a call.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

A little boy's voice came through the phone.

Zhao Wentian coughed lightly: "Binzi, it's me."

"It's my great-uncle! Mom, it's my great-uncle on the phone."

"Yes, that's right, have your mom answer the phone."

"Okay, Mom, Mom, Uncle's on the phone."

Zhao Zhengbin kept calling his mother.

After a while, a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhao Wentian coughed lightly again before slowly speaking, "Xiuer!"

"Uncle, where have you and Zhao Kongcheng gone?"

Zhao Wentian was taken aback, then remembered that Zhao Kongcheng, who had joined the Night Watch, hadn't been home for a long time.

"Is that so, Xiuer? In a few days, people from the military will come to our house and deliver a large sum of money."

That's what Old Zhao earned through a tremendous achievement; you can accept it without worry. And then...?"

But before he could finish speaking, the person on the other end of the phone fell silent, their eyes filled with tears—the sound of extreme anguish that leaves one speechless.

"Ah, no, Xiuer, let me finish what I have to say first."

Xiao Zhao has taken on a special mission and won't be back for several years, anyway, you see.

I will still send the money back on time every month. As long as the money goes back, I'll be fine.

Now Zhao Kongcheng is with me, living the high life. You tell Xiaobin, his dad's a god now too. Hahaha... I'm hanging up!