Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 742: Love Arrow's surprise attack leads to embarrassment, and the disappearance of the

Lin Qiye was awakened by a gust of cold wind.

The back of my neck felt chilly, as if a snowflake had stuck to my skin.

He turned over in a daze and hit his elbow on something hard, causing him to gasp in pain.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw an off-white ceiling and drooping lavender gauze curtains - this was not his dormitory.

"woke up?"

The voice came from the side.

Lin Qiye tilted his head and bumped into a pair of red eyes.

Li Zhenzhen lay beside him, her ponytail half loose, the ends of her hair brushing his collarbone, and her breath had a hint of sweet strawberry scent.

She had a red rope wrapped around her wrist, and at the end of the rope was a translucent crystal arrow, with the arrow pointing directly at his heart.

"The Arrow of Cupid." Lin Qiye's throat tightened as he remembered what Galan said.

It is rumored that this thing can force two people to fall in love, and the person who is shot will have a strong liking for the first person they see.

He remembered that when he was pushed into the door, there was a chaotic light in Li Zhenzhen's eyes, as if something was gripping her consciousness.

"You..." He was about to speak when Li Zhenzhen suddenly raised her hand and pressed his lips.

Her fingertips were surprisingly cold, as if they had just been pulled out of ice water. "Don't talk."

Her voice trembled. “I can’t control it.”

Lin Qiye then discovered that there were tears in her eyes and water droplets hanging on her eyelashes.

Although she was clearly being controlled by her power to press on him, she tried her best to shrink to the edge of the bed, with her back almost touching the wall.

The red string suddenly tightened, and the crystal arrow buzzed. She shuddered, digging her nails into his shoulders. "It wants me to kiss you."

"Then kiss me."

Lin Qiye suddenly smiled and raised his hand to help her tuck her loose hair behind her ears. "It wasn't my initiative anyway."

Li Zhenzhen glared at him, tears falling on his chest: "Can you be serious?

I just cured Lao Zhang from the team of his love poison last month. He hugged a telephone pole and shouted "Honghong, I was wrong" for three days!

This broken arrow is ten times more evil than the love poison. I almost killed you just now..."

She suddenly fell silent, staring down at her clenched fists, her knuckles turning white.

Lin Qiye followed her gaze—there were five finger marks embedded in the wood of the bed, deep enough to see the bone.

"That old fox, Jia Lan." He cursed, turned over and sat up, leaning his back against the headboard.

"Did she know you couldn't control this thing?"

Li Zhenzhen took a tissue to wipe her face, and the red rope suddenly loosened, and the crystal arrow fell on the bedside table with a clang.

She picked up the arrow and stuffed it under her pillow, her movements as if she was hiding some shameful treasure: "The dean said that the spiritual energy has been turbulent recently, and the seal of the Arrow of Love has loosened.

She asked me to find someone with strong willpower to see if I could suppress it..."

She suddenly paused and looked up at him. "You really have a strong will."

Lin Qiye touched the nail marks on his shoulder and said, "What a bullshit! If you hadn't held on just now, my tongue would have swollen like a pig intestine."

Before he could finish his words, his cell phone vibrated in his trouser pocket.

Lin Qiye took it out and saw a message from An Qingyu: [Brother Qiye, I can’t contact Pangpang.]

He paused.

Baili Pangpang is the naughtiest guy in the Night Squad. Even when he is on a mission, he can still find time to send two voice messages and tell jokes.

The last time he caught a ghost in the cemetery, this guy even filmed a video of himself and the ghost making scissors hands.

could not be reached?

"What's wrong?" Li Zhenzhen saw his face change.

“There might be trouble.”

Lin Qiye stood up and straightened his clothes. The hem of his shirt was wrinkled like a rag.

“I have to get back to the team.”

He walked to the door and turned back: "That arrow..."

"I can handle it myself." Li Zhenzhen hugged the pillow, and her eyes returned to their usual coldness.

"If you dare to tell others what happened today—" She raised the pillow and pretended to hit him.

"I'll write a report about how you laughed out loud while I was holding you down, and give it to the dean."

When Lin Qiye closed the door, he heard her muttering in the room: "What do you mean by strong willpower? It's obviously just thick skin..."

The lights in the Demon Suppression Division's hall were so bright that they hurt one's eyes.

As soon as Lin Qiye stepped in, An Qingyu rushed down the stairs, her ponytail swinging in the wind: "Brother Qiye!

Pang Pang was last located at the abandoned water plant in the south of the city. Kong Shang led the Phoenix team to provide support, but now there is no news from them either!

“Waterworks?”

Lin Qiye frowned.

"That place was just cleared of monsters last month, how could it be..."

“It’s not a monster.”

Wu Hen walked out from the shadows, turning a three-edged military bayonet in his hand, the blade emitting a faint blue light.

"I just checked the surveillance cameras, and all the cameras within three kilometers of the water plant were burned, as if they were melted by something very hot.

The last bit of noise that came back from Fatty's communicator was a mix of noises, which I processed with an audio enhancer—" He pulled out his phone and clicked the play button.

Amidst the noise of the electric current, there were vague shouts, and suddenly a scream erupted, followed by a shrill sound similar to the friction of metal.

Finally, there was a hoarse voice, like a rusty saw scraping glass: "...blood, blood..."

The hairs on the back of Lin Qiye's neck stood up.

He had heard this voice before, three years ago in the Far North.

When they were chasing a mutated leech king, that thing screamed like this before its tentacles were cut off.

"Walk."

He pulled the tactical backpack off the wall and threw it to Wu Hen.

"Bring enough blood-clotting powder and thunder and fire talismans, An Qingyu. Keep them and contact headquarters. If anything happens, immediately dispatch drone support."

“I want to go too!”

An Qingyu grabbed his arm,

"I watched Pangpang grow up. Last time he said he wanted to treat me to a meal..."

"obedient."

Lin Qiye held her shoulders,

"You stay here. If we lose contact, someone needs to report it."

Wu Hen had already checked his weapons and put his bayonet on his waist.

He also had a modified shotgun hanging on his back, the barrel of which was stuffed with steel balls mixed with cinnabar.

He kicked the tactical box in the corner and said, "I brought Lao Zhang's electromagnetic shield. It's a bit useful against blood-type monsters."

As the two of them reached the door, they ran into the panting Galan.

The old dean held a piece of talisman paper in his hand, and dark red blood was oozing out of the talisman: "Wait!

There's an ancient river under the water plant. I just explored it with a soul-seeking talisman..."

She suddenly started coughing, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged.

"There's something inside, not an ordinary monster, like..."

"Like a blood evil that has been sealed for hundreds of years?"

Lin Qiye took over the conversation. He had seen this kind of talisman paper before. If it oozes blood, it means the target has a lot of resentment.

"Dean, please stay here and let's go take a look."

Galan grabbed his wrist, his nails almost digging into his flesh: "Be careful of Cupid's arrow."

Her voice suddenly dropped. "That thing might be related to the blood evil..."

Before Lin Qiye could ask in detail, Wu Hen had already dragged him out.

In the darkness of the night, the police lights of the Demon Suppression Bureau cut through the darkness, and two motorcycles roared into the night.

The wind blew into his collar. Lin Qiye touched the thunder and fire talisman in his pocket and thought of the crystal arrow on Li Zhenzhen's bedside.

Cupid's Arrow, Blood Evil, Missing Team...

He suddenly had a premonition that there would be bloodshed tonight.

The motorcycle rolled over the bumpy asphalt road, causing Lin Qiye's knees to ache.

Wu Hen turned the accelerator to the bottom, the wind was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Qi Ye! How evil do you think that blood evil can be?"

"It's tougher than the red-haired zombie you encountered in the mass grave last year."

Lin Qiye wiped the wind off his face, and the thunder and fire talisman on his lower back was hurting.

"That thing specializes in sucking the blood of living people. If Pang Pang and the others get entangled..."

He didn't say anything else, his fingers unconsciously clenching the handlebars.

Wu Hen suddenly slowed down and the front of the car turned and rushed into the green belt.

Lin Qiye almost fell out, and when he looked up he saw the iron gate of the abandoned water plant leaning on the ground.

The rusty sign of "Chengnan Water Plant" was half hanging on the doorpost, squeaking in the wind.

"We're here." Wu Hen jumped out of the car and spun the bayonet in his palm.

"The camera was completely burned, not even a slag was left."

He squatted down and picked up a piece of black metal from the ground with the tip of his knife. "Look at the melt marks, the temperature must have been at least a thousand degrees."

Lin Qiye squatted beside him and, using the light of his tactical flashlight, saw fine, jagged lines on the edge of the metal sheet. "It looks like it was gnawed by something."

He stood up and swept the flashlight across the factory area—there were bloodstains dragged on the cement floor.

Extending from the gate to the depths of the factory, the blood drops had turned black and formed a layer of dark brown scabs.

"Fat tactical boot prints."

Wu Hen tapped the indentation on the ground with his toes.

"Size 43. The heel has a patch of rubber. He said he got punctured by a skewer at the night market last time."

His voice suddenly dropped. "Kong Shang's hiking boot prints are also here, overlapping..."

Lin Qiye looked along the beam of light and saw that two sets of footprints suddenly became disordered ten meters away from the factory building, as if someone was struggling desperately there.

There were five deep scratches on the cement floor, and half of a copper button from the Phoenix Squad uniform was embedded in the bloodstain in the middle.

"Go in."

Lin Qiye took out the Thunder and Fire Talisman and put it between his fingers, "Pay attention to the top of your head."

The factory door was ajar. The moment the door was opened, a foul smell mixed with the smell of blood rushed out.

Wu Hen covered his nose and said, "This smell... is like blood tofu that has been soaked for three months."

He swung the flashlight, and the beam swept across the wall—dense scratches crawled from the ground to the ceiling.

There were dark red blood beads in each scratch, as if it had been licked by some living creature.

"Qi Ye!" Wu Hen suddenly pulled his arm, and the flashlight stopped at the corner of the wall.

Lin Qiye took a closer look and almost bit his tongue - there was a half-finished tactical backpack piled at the base of the wall.

The straps were torn into strips, and the blood clotted inside was scattered all over the floor.

There was also half a communicator, the screen shattered into a spider web and covered with dark purple slime.

“It’s fat.”

Lin Qiye picked up the communicator. There was a sticky note on the back.

It was written by An Qingyu: "Spare battery for Pangpang, don't lose it again!"

His Adam's apple moved, and he put the communicator in his pocket. "Go deeper."

There was a sound of metal collision coming from the second floor of the factory.

The two looked up at the same time and saw the ventilation duct on the ceiling shaking and a black object falling down.

Lin Qiye instinctively rushed over and pushed Wu Hen away.

The thing slammed down on the spot where he had just stood - it was Kong Shang's electromagnetic shield. There was a palm print on the shield surface, and a few strands of gray-white hair were hanging on the edge.

“There’s someone up there!”

Wu Hen loaded the shotgun, and the steel ball flew past Lin Qiye's ear and hit the ventilation duct with a "ding" sound.

There was a hissing sound coming from the pipe, like someone scratching glass with fingernails.

Then with a "crash", a big hole was knocked out in the pipe, and black and red liquid dripped down "crackle", dripping onto the ground and emitting green smoke.

Lin Qiye wiped the liquid off his face, which was sticky and smelled of rust.