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

The door was suddenly opened.

Everyone in the hall looked toward the door.

What they saw was a man with disheveled hair and covered in mud.

Despite his disheveled appearance, his tall stature of 1.85 meters couldn't hide his good looks.

Hongying was the first person to notice his eyes.

Because at this moment, Hongying's eyes were also red.

"Zhao Wentian, you've come back just in time."

Wu Xiangnan was the first to stand up. "I have something to ask you. You took Old Zhao's body to be cremated without my permission. This is not in accordance with the duties of a Night Watchman..."

Zhao Wentian's eyes were red, a few tears fell, and then he sobbed softly.

"Zhao Kongcheng, he was my nephew. Before he died, he said he wanted to be cremated and his ashes scattered at sea. This was his last wish. Respect for the dead is paramount..."

"Oh, right, I kept a little bit, just as a memento." Zhao Wentian took out a small bottle and placed it on the table.

Looking at the bottle on the table, it was only the size of a thumb.

Wu Xiangnan frowned: "But you violated the rules..."

Captain Chen Muyi placed a large hand in front of him, saying, "Xiangnan, stop talking."

Wu Xiangnan paused, looked into Chen Muye's eyes, sighed, and said nothing more.

"Little Zhao, the ever-young Zhao, sigh!" Chen Muye sighed, took out a cigarette, and handed it to Zhao Wentian. "Sit down now that you're back."

Zhao Wentian moved closer to Hongying, glanced at Lin Qiye, and said nothing.

"Let's continue." Chen Muye lit a cigarette and walked to the side.

"Alright, continue." Wu Xiangnan looked at Lin Qiye, frowning slightly. "Can you tell me how Zhao Kongcheng killed Ghost Face King?"

"He swung his sword, creating a huge black crescent moon, and chopped off the Ghost-Faced King's head," Lin Qiye said, looking at Zhao Wentian. "He saw it too."

Zhao Wentian, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, nodded slightly.

"A black crescent moon?" Wu Xiangnan frowned and pondered.

Just then, Chen Muyi threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stomped on it, and exhaled a puff of smoke: "It's [Eliminating Life and Flashing Moon]. Old Zhao used Ghost God Guidance... to activate his forbidden Void."

Wen Qimo exclaimed in surprise, "Sequence 083? That's an extremely high-risk forbidden area."

"I didn't expect it to actually be for Zhao..." Si Xiaonan pursed her lips, but when she looked at Zhao Wentian, she swallowed the word "uncle" back.

Then Si Xiaonan added, "Zhao... was right. I used to think he was just narcissistic."

“No, he’s just narcissistic.” Chen Muye’s lips curled up, his eyes filled with memories.

"I bet even that guy himself couldn't believe it when he opened the forbidden area, right?"

Chen Muyi looked at Zhao Wentian, "Is that so?"

"Yes, that's how Xiao Zhao is." Zhao Wentian wiped his eyes.

Hongying, who was sitting next to him, seemed to have thought of something interesting and nudged Zhao Wentian with her elbow.

"If we had been there, he would have definitely kept pestering us to say that his Forbidden Ruins was the coolest..."

After saying that, Hongying's eyes quickly dimmed.

Wu Xiangnan stared at Lin Qiye and spoke again: "There is another problem. Judging from the Ghost Face King's corpse, his fatal wound, apart from the one that cut off his head, was not fatal."

All that's left is the wound between the eyebrows... but [Ming Sheng Shan Yue] doesn't seem to have this characteristic.

So, what's going on?

Lin Qiye frowned, looked into Wu Xiangnan's eyes, and said, word by word:

"I made it very clear that Zhao Kongcheng will fight to the death against Ghost Face King."

Finally, one person killed the Ghost-Faced King.

His uncle was there too. You can ask him!

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wentian wanted to say something.

But then, a small, cold hand pressed down on him.

Wu Xiangnan frowned, because this answer failed to convince him.

Zhao Wentian glanced at Hongying beside him and was stunned.

Hongying suddenly sat up, her reddened eyes glaring at Wu Xiangnan as she angrily said:

"Wu Xiangnan, what do you mean by this?"

Zhao Kongcheng is dead, why are you still holding onto his legacy?

Don't you feel even a little sorrow in your heart?

Wu Xiangnan opened his mouth, because the eyes of the two people in front of him were red.

After a pause, Wu Xiangnan calmly said, "I am very sad that Lao Zhao is dead, but the truth is also very important."

Hongying stared at him intently, her chest heaving violently. She sneered and slammed the black box in her hand heavily onto the ground.

Then, he turned and walked toward the exit of the basement.

"Shonan, that's enough!"

Wu Xiangnan wanted to continue questioning Lin Qiye or Zhao Wentian.

Chen Muye, who had been standing to the side, interrupted him.

"Wentian, do you still have any cigarettes?" Chen Muyi crushed his 1916 cigarette pack. He was probably upset, so he had used a lot.

Zhao Wentian took out the pack of Baisha cigarettes and tossed it over:

"My nephew died, and I can't pay the rent. I'm broke, so I'll just have to smoke."

Chen Muyi was taken aback. After taking out a cigarette, he walked to Wu Xiangnan's side and patted him on the shoulder:

"It's already very clear. There's no need to ask any further questions. Let's leave it at that."

Wu Xiangnan turned her head in surprise, but seeing Chen Muye's eyes, she finally nodded helplessly.

"No, I have nowhere to stay, Captain."

Zhao Wentian shrugged and spread his hands helplessly, "Can I live in the basement?"

However, no one answered him.

As had been stated beforehand, the night watchmen do not provide food or lodging.

"It's okay, you can stay at my house."

Just then, Hongying, who had been secretly peeking out from behind the door, peeked out and whispered, "My house is quite big, I can give you a room."

"Hongying, didn't you leave in anger?" Wen Qimo's eyes widened.

"I, I... I remembered I still have something I haven't taken. Can't I come back to get it?" Hongying glared at him, walked into the house, picked up the black box on the ground, and quickly grabbed the ashes from the table.

As she was leaving, Hongying glared at Wu Xiangnan.

Wu Xiangnan was speechless.

Under Wu Xiangnan's speechless gaze, Hongying walked up to Zhao Wentian and said gently:

“Zhao Wentian, come with me. And Qi Ye, you don’t have anywhere to stay either, right? You two can share a room.”

Chen Muyi corrected him seriously: "You two are not sure who is older, so don't call him 'younger brother' so hastily."

"Captain, you're really inflexible." Hongying stuck her tongue out at Chen Muyi, took out a piece of paper, wrote down an address, and placed it on the table.

"My sister is going to practice shooting with Uncle Zhao, so once the formalities are completed, you can go back to the address yourself."

As she spoke, she turned around and almost bumped into Zhao Wentian's chest, then looked down to smell the faint fragrance of his hair.

She looked up, her clear eyes gazing at Gu Lai, like pools of autumn water, clear and captivating.

I must say, the red tassels are really beautiful.

Fair skin, a delicate nose, exquisite features, and full breasts...

Zhao Wentian gave an awkward smile.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Hongying grabbed Zhao Wentian's hand and laughed heartily.

This startled Wu Xiangnan, who was standing behind.

"Why are you acting so strangely?" Wu Xiangnan said irritably.

"None of your business!" Hongying pouted. "Uncle Zhao, let's go!"

Before leaving, Zhao Wentian suddenly asked, "Hey, Captain, what's going on with Zhao Kongcheng's compensation?"

"........"