Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 776: Brotherhood is hard to give up, the decision of life and death is made

The ventilation ducts in the underground secret room made a humming sound, and the smell of mold mixed with a faint smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils.

When Lin Qiye placed Merlin on the examination table, the metal table creaked, startling the rat in the corner and causing it to run into the shadows.

Wu Hen leaned against the door, stroking the sharkskin handle of the dagger with his thumb.

The blade was still stained with Merlin's blood, and it glowed a dark brown under the cold white light.

He stared at the golden scales on the back of Lin Qiye's neck that had not completely faded away.

Just now, in order to block the Black King's regret, that guy blew his scales into gold powder, and now there are tiny blood beads under his skin.

"An Qingyu said it would take half an hour." Lin Qiye tugged at his collar, and the golden scale fragments fell to the ground.

"There's still time to drink some hot water."

Wu Hen didn't respond, but took out half a bottle of Erguotou from his tactical backpack and threw it over.

Lin Qiye took it, unscrewed the lid and took a sip. When his Adam's apple rolled, the blood on the back of his neck turned even redder due to the wine.

"You smell like you're burning." Wu Hen said, his eyes sweeping over the burn marks on the other's shoulder armor.

"If the black fog had been half an inch closer—"

"Then you should collect my body now." Lin Qiye threw the bottle back, "But you didn't let it get even half an inch closer."

He squatted down and touched the gold powder on the ground with his fingertips.

"Back in Jingyuan Mountain, you blocked the poisonous sting of the ghost-faced spider for me;"

"In the South China Sea fishing village, I carried the Siren's tail fin for you."

"Between brothers, who owes whom?"

Wu Hen tilted his head back and drank the wine, and the alcohol burned his throat sore.

He recalled the rainy night at Jingyuan Mountain when Lin Qiye had carried him on his back for three days and three nights, climbing the cliff edge until the soles of his boots were worn to the bone.

He remembered the moment when the tide in the fishing village flooded over his chest, and that guy grabbed his wrist, his nails almost digging into his bones and said, "Stay alive."

"Chen Yangrong's laboratory hides the Red Moon fragments." He smashed the bottle against the wall, and the glass shards splashed at Lin Qiye's feet.

"That old fellow used the Black King as a test subject back then, and now..."

"Now we are going to expose his past." Lin Qiye bent down to pick up a piece of broken glass and drew a bloody mark on his palm.

"Back when I was training at the Demon Suppression Division, you always said I was stupid and couldn't even fold the talisman paper neatly. But look—" He raised his hand, blood dripping down through his fingers.

"I can now take on the Black King's remnant with my bare hands, and I can block a fatal attack for you."

Wu Hen suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Lin Qiye's hands were very rough, with calluses all over his knuckles, just like when he blocked punches for him in the Novice Village three years ago.

At that time, they were all poor and could not afford protective gear. Lin Qiye's knuckles were swollen like buns from being beaten, but he still smiled and said, "Brother, you are thick-skinned."

"If it breaks tonight—"

"It can't be broken." Lin Qiye pulled back his hand and took out a half-worn jade token from his bosom. It was the amulet that Shen Changqing had given him.

"You have a tough life, but mine is tougher." He stuffed the jade token into Wu Hen's pocket.

"Besides, An Qingyu is still waiting for us to bring back the Red Moon Fragment to rescue Merlin;"

"Li Yifei has just learned how to draw the Demon Suppression Talisman. We have to watch him through his apprenticeship."

"Fatty Baili said he would treat us to roast lamb legs yesterday, but the bill hasn't been settled yet."

The humming of the ventilation duct suddenly became shrill.

Wu Hen heard An Qingyu's footsteps coming from a distance, the metal heels tapping on the ground, tap, tap, tap.

He looked down at his watch and saw that exactly twenty-seven minutes had passed.

"Let's go." Lin Qiye pulled at his tactical vest. The burn marks on his shoulder armor looked like a dark red scar under the light.

"We slipped away before An Qingyu noticed."

Wu Hen touched the jade token in his pocket and spun the short knife in his palm.

The door at the end of the corridor creaked open, and An Qingyu's voice drifted over: "Wu Hen! Lin Qiye! You guys again—"

"Run?" Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows.

"Run." Wu Hen smiled, and the cold light in his eyes faded a little.

"Just like when we stole the braised beef from the Demon Suppression Division's kitchen."

The two of them turned around at the same time and rushed towards the back door of the underground secret room.

Lin Qiye's golden scales shimmered as he ran, and Wu Hen's dagger scraped across the door frame, leaving sparks on the metal.

An Qingyu's curses were left behind, mixed with the hum of the ventilation ducts, which sounded very much like the cicadas' chirping in the Novice Village that night.

They also ran like this at that time, in order to avoid the law enforcement team on patrol.

To grab the last roasted sweet potato, to live to see the sun the next day.

Some roads are difficult to walk on.

Wu Hen thought.

But as long as the people around you are still there, you can make a name for yourself even if the road is difficult.

He glanced at Lin Qiye beside him, who was also looking at him with a slight smile on his lips.

When the back door of the underground secret room was pushed open, the moonlight was just spreading over Wu Hen's shoulders.

Lin Qiye's tactical boots rolled over the broken bricks on the ground, and he suddenly stopped: "Did you smell it?"

Wu Hen sniffed.

The smell of disinfectant had long since dissipated, and now there was a burnt smell in the air, like burnt electrical wire.

He looked up and saw that the originally bright moon had been covered with a layer of gray. The clouds were filled with ink, as if someone had smeared the sky with thick ink.

"wrong."

Lin Qiye pulled the dagger out of his boot, and the blade reflected the sky above his head - the clouds cracked, revealing a dark shadow.

The shadow was so tall that you couldn't see the top, only the outline: broad shoulders, long arms, and in his hand, he was holding a black knife taller than the building.

"That's..." Goose bumps appeared on the back of Wu Hen's neck.

He had seen the regret of the Black King and the ghost-faced spider of Jingyuan Mountain.

But the oppressive feeling this thing gave him was ten times stronger than all those combined.

The black knife moved.

"boom--"

A huge crack appeared in the ground, and pieces of gravel fell like rain.

Wu Hen was blown against the wall by the air wave, and the short knife fell to his feet with a clang.

Lin Qiye rushed over to pull him, the golden scales piercing the moonlight so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

Wherever the black knife passed, the air seemed to be torn open, revealing the swirling black mist inside.

The black fog was also filled with a thin needle-like light, which touched the wall and made the cement emit green smoke with a "hissing" sound.

"The closed loop is broken." Wu Hen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the crack.

He remembered the "Secret of the Red Moon" in Merlin's diary.

Thinking of Braki's words about "Twilight of the Gods", "That guy is looking for a way for Wang Mian to escape!"

Lin Qiye's golden scales suddenly exploded into a golden light, enveloping the two of them.

The thin needles in the black fog hit the golden scales, making a "ding ding" sound like knocking on a pot.

He gritted his teeth, and blood oozed out from the back of his neck again: "Run first! The killing power of this thing has not stopped-"

"Where are you running?" Wu Hen grabbed his tactical vest.

They were now standing in the alley behind the hospital, with the wall to their left.

On the right was a mountain of medical waste, and the shadow of a black knife was pressing down from above.

"An Qingyu and Meilin are also in the secret room!"

Lin Qiye's pupils shrank into thin lines.

He recalled how An Qingyu had stood with his hands on his hips and scolded them half an hour ago.

I remembered Merlin's face wrinkled like a walnut when he was carried onto the examination table, and Li Yifei's back as he squatted in front of the surveillance footage in a daze.

Jin Lin suddenly darkened, and his voice became hoarse: "I'll go and lead it away, you go back to the secret room and bring people—"

"Bullshit!" Wu Hen kicked him.

Although he didn't use much force in this kick, Lin Qiye still staggered two steps.

Wu Hen took out the jade token from his arms and clenched it in his palm until it hurt.

"Back then at Jingyuan Mountain, you carried me on your back for three days and three nights. Now you want me to run away alone? No way!"

The black knife slashed down again.

This time it was closer, and Wu Hen saw that the blade was covered with crooked lines, like countless grinning mouths.

The golden scale broke into pieces with a "crack", Lin Qiye groaned, and blood dripped down his chin to the ground.

Wu Hen became anxious and stabbed his palm with a short knife. Blood splattered on the jade token, which suddenly emitted a warm light, covering the two of them.

"Is this Shen Changqing's amulet?" Lin Qiye stared at the light, surprise flashing in his eyes.

"He said it can ward off three disasters." Wu Hen gritted his teeth.

“This is the second time.”

The thin needles in the black fog hit the light shield, making a sound like nails scratching a blackboard.

Wu Hen saw half of a face revealed in the shadow of the black knife——

That was not a human face at all. It was covered with wriggling black hair. Only a pair of eyes were red, so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood.

"It's looking for Wang Mian." Wu Hen suddenly realized.

"Wang Mian ran away, and it wants to silence him! But if Wang Mian runs away, then the people in the closed loop..."

"Shut up." Lin Qiye interrupted him.

His golden scales were growing again, emerging from under his skin one by one, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"There are only two things to do now: first, protect the people in the secret room; second, get out alive."

Wu Hen stared at the newly grown golden scales on the back of his neck.

There was still blood on the edges of the scales, making them brighter than before.

He suddenly laughed: "Back in the Demon Suppression Division, you could never fold the talisman paper properly, but now you can give orders."

Lin Qiye also laughed.

He pulled off his tactical vest, revealing his muscular chest—

It was covered with old scars. The longest one ran from the left shoulder to the right waist, left by the tail fin of a mermaid in the South China Sea fishing village.

"Let's go." He bent down, picked up Wu Hen's dagger, and put it back into his hand.

"I'll lead it east, and you go back to the secret room. Remember, if you don't come out when I count to 100—"

"You can't count to a hundred." Wu Hen interrupted him.

"I can run faster than you."

Lin Qiye didn't respond.

He suddenly rushed out, and his golden scales dragged a golden line behind him.

The shadow of the black knife immediately chased after it, and cracks appeared on the ground again.

Wu Hen crouched down and ran in the opposite direction, the dagger in his palm burning hot.

He heard Lin Qiye's roar mixed with the roar of the black knife.

I heard my own heartbeat like a drum, and An Qingyu's screams coming from the direction of the secret room—

"Wu Hen! Lin Qiye! Both of you come back here dead!"

Wu Hen paused.

He recalled the night in Novice Village when they hid in the dilapidated temple and shared the last half of a roasted sweet potato;

Thinking back to the training grounds of the Demon Suppression Division, Lin Qiye had blocked the captain's whip for him;

Thinking of the tide in the South China Sea fishing village, the two men held hands and shouted "alive".

He touched the jade token in his pocket and quickened his pace.

The back door of the secret room was ajar.

When Wu Hen rushed in, An Qingyu was pointing his gun at the corner of the wall - there was a mouse curled up, holding half a golden scale in its mouth.

Merlin was still lying on the examination table, his chest rising and falling, his breathing regular.

"Are you two crazy?" An Qingyu threw the gun back into the holster.

"The ground was shaking just now, where did you go?"

"Take Meilin away first." Wu Hen carried Meilin on his shoulders.

"Exit through the ventilation duct and run to the Demon Suppression Division headquarters."

"Where's Li Yifei?"

"That kid went to pick up surveillance footage."

An Qingyu took off his white coat and tied it around his waist, revealing the tactical uniform underneath.

"I'll go get him."

"You——" She stared at the blood on Wu Hen's face,

"Where's Lin Qiye?"

Wu Hen didn't say anything.

He heard a muffled sound outside, as if a building had collapsed.

The humming sound of the ventilation duct suddenly became shrill, mixed with Lin Qiye's roar: "Wu Hen! Take your men and run!"

An Qingyu's expression changed.

She grabbed Merlin from Wu Hen's hand and stuffed it into the ventilation duct. "On the count of three, you crawl in! One—two—"

"Let's go!" Wu Hen pushed her into the pipe and turned to run out.

Under the moonlight, Lin Qiye was being pressed to the ground by the black knife, his golden scales were shattered all over the ground, and the blood on his back dyed the cement floor dark red.

The tip of the black knife was against his throat, and his red eyes were full of excitement.

"Wu Hen!" Lin Qiye grinned.

"I knew you couldn't count to a hundred."

Wu Hen's dagger stabbed into the back of the black knife.

The sound of metal friction scratched his eardrums, but the black hair in the knife pattern suddenly entangled his wrist, causing him to almost lose control of the knife.

He saw that Lin Qiye's golden scales were disappearing piece by piece, like gold dust blown away by the wind.

"The Red Moon fragment... is on the third underground floor of Chen Yangrong's laboratory."

Lin Qiye's voice became softer and softer, "Remember... take An Qingyu to eat roasted lamb legs..."

Wu Hen's eyes were filled with soreness.

He recalled the night in the Novice Village when Lin Qiye said, "Brother, you have thick skin";

Thinking of the rain in Jingyuan Mountain, Lin Qiye said "live"; thinking of what happened in the secret room just now, Lin Qiye said "brothers owe each other".

He suddenly laughed, and tears came out of his eyes: "What you owe must be repaid."

He drew the tactical dagger from his waist and stabbed it into his heart.

Blood splattered on the black knife, and the jade token suddenly emitted a strong light - this was the third time.

The black knife broke.

The black fog dissipated.

Lin Qiye's golden scales reappeared and wrapped his wounds.

Wu Hen collapsed on the ground, looking at the moon that had become bright again above his head, and suddenly felt a little sleepy.

Lin Qiye crawled over and wiped the tears from his face with his bloody hands: "Are you stupid? I told you it won't break."

"It's broken." Wu Hen gasped, "Half of my life was lost."

A siren sounded in the distance.

An Qingyu crawled out of the ventilation duct with Merlin in her arms.

Li Yifei ran over holding the surveillance footage, his face covered in dust. "That thing...that thing is gone!"

Lin Qiye helped Wu Hen up.

The blood of the two mixed together and dripped onto the ground like a withered flower.

Wu Hen touched the wound on his chest - it didn't hurt anymore, and the jade token was broken into pieces.

He looked up at Lin Qiye, who was also looking at him with light in his eyes.

"Chen Yangrong's laboratory." Wu Hen said,

"tonight."

"Tonight." Lin Qiye responded, "Bring An Qingyu and Li Yifei."

The sirens were getting closer.

Wu Hen heard An Qingyu scolding Li Yifei, heard Meilin talking nonsense, and heard Lin Qiye's golden scales making a sound.

He suddenly felt that some roads were difficult to walk on.

But as long as the people around you are still there, you can always make a difference even if the road is difficult.

The moonlight once again fell on their shoulders.

In the distant clouds, a pair of red eyes flashed and then disappeared.