Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1158 The Assassin Hidden in the Shadows and the God Seeking the Assassin

That resolute look lasted only a moment before Lin Qiye forcefully suppressed it back into his eyes.

"Put it back," Lin Qiye said in a low voice, pulling the curtains even tighter.

"This is the heart of Asgard. Who are you going to stab with a knife? The air?"

With a flick of his wrist, Wu Hen's short knife vanished from his sleeve as if by magic. He leaned against the wall, his face still deathly pale.

But that fierce, murderous aura had been completely subdued, leaving only an unfathomable roguishness.

"You're used to it. When you first feel something dirty crawling into your body, it's an instinctive reaction."

Wu Hen rubbed his temples and glanced at the shadow at Lin Qiye's feet. "That thing... went in?"

Lin Qiye lowered his head.

Without any change in the light source, the shadow beneath my feet shifted eerily, like ripples on the surface of water.

A cold, hoarse voice exploded in his mind without any preamble:

"Don't panic, it's me."

It's the 27th.

Lin Qiye felt a chill run down his spine. The feeling of having an uncontrollable alien assassin living inside his body was even more thrilling than walking a tightrope.

He asked in his mind, "How is your injury?"

"He won't die." Number 27's voice was devoid of emotion, only possessing a mechanical calmness.

"The divine power density of Asgard is very high. My 'Shadow Cloak' absorbed a lot of the power of the rules and recovered half of it."

"Now, unless Odin himself puts his eyeballs on you, no one can find me."

"Half?" Wu Hen had obviously heard the telepathic transmission as well. He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curving his lips.

"That's great. I thought I was bringing along a burden, but it seems like I'm bringing along a nuclear bomb."

"Hey, Number 27, now that you've recovered, why don't we go out and take care of that hammer-wielding guy named Thor?"

The shadow remained silent, clearly indicating that Number 27 was too lazy to pay attention to such a brainless suggestion.

"Stop joking around." Lin Qiye walked to the table, poured himself a glass of cold water, and forced himself to calm his racing heart.

"They come, the security."

"Since No. 27 can hide, we still have room to maneuver."

"Your current identity is 'Miles,' I am the prophet, and you are the follower. Don't mess it up."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of heavy and hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

That wasn't knocking, that was banging on the door.

The entire heavy oak door panel was trembling, and dust was falling down in clumps.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance.

Wu Hen instantly stood up straight, his nonchalant demeanor vanishing without a trace.

Instead, there was an absolute vigilance and obedience, even a slight bow.

He retreated to a position half a step behind Lin Qiye—this was the standard position for an attendant.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was none other than Thor, the God of Thunder.

But Thor doesn't look imposing at all right now.

His signature red cape was tattered and torn, as if it had been chewed by a dog.

With a full beard, sunken eyes, and a strong smell of burnt flesh and blood, he had clearly just crawled out of a battlefield or ruins.

"Miles!" The moment Thor saw Lin Qiye, his bloodshot eyes lit up with an alarming brightness, the look of a drowning person grasping at a straw.

He disregarded all etiquette, stepped into the room, and grabbed Lin Qiye's shoulder with such force that he almost crushed Lin Qiye's collarbone.

"It hurts." Lin Qiye uttered a single word expressionlessly.

Thor was taken aback, then realized he had lost his composure and quickly let go, but his tone was still urgent: "Sorry, I was in a hurry."

"Miles, something terrible has happened, something really terrible has happened."

Lin Qiye rubbed his shoulders, walked to the chair and sat down.

He adopted a mysterious and inscrutable demeanor: "If it concerns Lord Loki's injuries, I think I have done my best. The rest depends on the will of the gods."

"Not Loki! No, it's also for Loki!"

Saul paced anxiously in the room, his boots creaking on the floor.

"That assassin! That damned rat hiding in the gutter!"

"He nearly killed Loki in the heavily guarded temple, and then vanished right under our noses! Vanished completely!"

Wu Hen stood in the corner, his eyes lowered, looking at his toes, actually trying desperately to suppress the sarcastic smile on his lips.

Can it not disappear?

The "rat" is currently lying comfortably in the shadow of the "prophet" in front of you, recovering from its injuries.

"So?" Lin Qiye looked up at Thor. "What does Your Highness Thor want me to do? If it's a battle, I don't think my physique is of any help."

"No, you don't need to hit me." Thor suddenly stopped and took out a crystal test tube sealed with layers of divine power from his pocket, carefully handing it to Lin Qiye.

Inside the test tube, a drop of dark red blood was frantically crashing against the tube wall, as if it possessed some kind of evil life force.

"This is the only clue we found at the scene."

Thor stared intently at Lin Qiye, his voice hoarse.

"The assassin was seriously wounded; this is his blood."

"Even though it's only one drop, you're a prophet, you know those mystical divination techniques, right?"

"I need you to find him! No matter which rat hole he's hiding in, I'll tear him to pieces!"

Lin Qiye's eyelids twitched violently as he looked at the test tube handed to him.

The plot twist is utterly absurd.

The hunter, carrying the prey's blood, runs to the prey's host and asks the host to help locate the prey.

"What? You can't do it?"

When Thor saw that Lin Qiye didn't answer, his brows furrowed instantly, and lightning flickered around him.

"Miles, don't tell me it's not possible now."

“Odin, the Father God, is furious. If the murderer is not caught, the whole of Asgard will be turned upside down.”

Lin Qiye could sense that the aura belonging to Number 27 in the shadow beneath his feet had become extremely subtle in that instant.

That wasn't fear, but rather... mockery.

It's like watching a clown perform energetically on stage.

“I can do it.” Lin Qiye reached out and steadily took the test tube.

The moment his fingertips touched the cold glass, he could feel a strange resonance between the drop of blood in the test tube and something within his body.

If he doesn't accept, Thor's current state could trigger a berserk rage at any moment;

If he accepts the offer, and then uses divination to calculate, the compass needle will definitely point right at his own nose.

This is practically a death sentence.

"But I need time."

Lin Qiye held the test tube in his palm, feeling the burning pain, and looked up at Thor, his eyes eerily calm.

"An assassin of this caliber must have methods to conceal the secrets of heaven. I can only try; I can't guarantee that I can pinpoint the exact coordinates."

"This is enough!"

Saul slammed his hand on the table so hard that the water glass on it jumped.

"As long as I have a general idea of ​​the direction, I can raze that area to the ground!"

“Miles, if you can find him, you’ll be a friend of Asgard, and I, Thor, will owe you my life!”

"Your Highness is too kind." Lin Qiye nodded slightly.

"Please prepare an absolutely quiet private room for me, and... during this time, I do not want anyone to disturb me except my assistant."

"No problem! I'll arrange it right now!" Thor said, then turned and left in a hurry, forgetting to even close the door.

Watching Thor's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, Wu Hen slowly walked over, closed the door, and locked it.

"'Friend'? 'I owe you a life'?" Wu Hen leaned against the door, looking at the vial of blood in Lin Qiye's hand, and clicked his tongue twice.

"Seven Nights, this deal is worthwhile."

Not only are we harboring a murderer, but we're also wanted by the police. If we get caught, we'll both be struck by lightning and turned to smithereens!

"Shut up." Lin Qiye looked at the test tube in his hand, feeling that it was burning hot.

at this time,