Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 730: You Yi sacrifices his eyes to go to the night watch, and the new recruits in the traini

The car lights on the mountain road made Lu Baoyou squint.

The sound of the engine was getting closer and closer. He squatted in front of the tombstone without moving.

Until the broken Jetta screeched to a stop five steps away and the driver's door popped open with a clang.

"My dear, I've circled the mountain three times!" Liu Qi stuck his head out, his forehead still stained with black oil from the repair shop.

"Your father's monument is in a remote corner of the wilderness, and even navigation can't find it. Hey, is that wild chrysanthemum in your hand for Uncle Lu?"

"I have a bottle of Erguotou in the trunk. Last year on his death anniversary you said you wanted to bring it, but the repair shop caught fire and I forgot about it..."

Lu Baoyou didn't respond and gently placed the wild chrysanthemum in front of the monument.

The marble rolled in the moonlight, and he bent down to pick it up.

The blue glass tastes cool and is just like the one his father bought him when he was a child.

At that time, my father worked as a mechanic in a car repair shop. After work, he would always take out a handful of marbles and squat in the alley to play "Hit the Tiger" with him.

Later, when my father was trying to save a night watchman who fell off a cliff, half of his face was torn off by a monster - the two words "Lu Qiu" on the stele were carved by the night watchman team.

"Let's go." He patted his trouser legs, stood up and walked towards the car.

Liu Qi stared at the scar behind his ear. The hideous mark that crawled from the base of his ear into his collar was left by him when he broke into the monster's lair three years ago.

If it weren't for that thing called Demon Child...

"Hey, baby, are you really planning to take the preparatory class again?"

Liu Qi started the car, and the tires rolled over the gravel.

"During your last checkup, the pressure in your left eye was 300. The doctor said if it was even half a point higher, your eyeball would explode."

"The Night's Watch wants someone who's always alive and kicking. Who wants someone who's blind all the time?"

Lu Baoyou looked at the receding mountains outside the window.

The night wind blew in through the car window, making his left eyelid twitch - that was the demon child moving.

Ever since the monster's claws pierced his left eye three years ago, this thing has been burrowing in like a maggot.

At first he could see at night and hear things ten miles away, but later he would always shout "kill" in his dreams.

Last month, he even controlled him to swing a wrench and almost killed an apprentice in the auto repair shop.

"Brother Liu, do you remember what my father said before he died?"

He took out a cigarette and lit it, the spark reflecting on the scar behind his ear.

"He said 'The Night Watchmen are there to ward off evil spirits for the living.'"

"I was only sixteen at the time, squatting in the hospital corridor and crying, thinking that anything that could stop a demon should be a solid wall."

"Later I realized that even a fortress of steel must be forged by living people—even if it means my eyes are ruined, I have to give it a try."

Liu Qi looked at him through the rearview mirror.

The moonlight shone on Lu Baoyou's left cheek, and the eye was a dark blue that was not human, like a gem soaked in blood.

"Okay, I'll accompany you to the Martyrs' Cemetery to clean the tombstones tomorrow."

He turned up the volume to the maximum, and the car door was shaking with the blast of "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies".

"At worst, if you don't pass the exam, come back and continue repairing tricycles with me. I'll give you a raise."

It was already late at night when the car drove into the town.

Lu Baoyou did not return to his rented house, but turned into the dilapidated bathhouse at the entrance of the old alley.

The showerhead was running cold water, and he stared at himself in the mirror: the right side of his face was that of an ordinary 24-year-old young man.

The left side of his face looked like an overexposed camera—the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils had shrunk to blue dots the size of pinpoints.

"Are you crazy?" The demon boy's voice exploded in his temple.

"The Night Watch's instruments for detecting psychic fluctuations can peel off your skin and reveal your bones!"

"The last time you hid in the alley, their detectors buzzed for half an hour—did you think they were blind?"

Lu Baoyou wiped the water off her face.

Over the past three years, he has become accustomed to this voice. Sometimes it is his father's,

Sometimes it was a teammate who was torn apart by monsters, but tonight it was crying, like a child whose candy was taken away.

"They want the Night's Watch, not monsters."

He pulled the towel over to wipe his hair, and water drops rolled down his Adam's apple.

"You followed me for three years, fed on my flesh and blood, and used my spiritual energy. Now it's time to pay it back."

"Still? I've saved you seven times!"

The demon child screamed,

"If it weren't for me at Qinggang Mountain, you would have been ripped open by the Ironback Lizard.

"In the abandoned factory, if it weren't for me, you would have been gnawed into bones by the shadow demons - you want to dump me now?"

"Do you know that without me, you can't even beat an ordinary demon slayer!"

Lu Baoyou threw the towel on the rack.

He took out the iron box from the bedside table. Inside were three yellowed photos: one of Dad in work clothes, one of Dad in a night watchman's uniform (the one the team sent him after he died),

There was also a photo of him when he was sixteen, squatting in front of the monument and crying, holding the notice of failure to pass the preparatory class.

"When my father was a night watchman, he never relied on any monsters or ghosts."

He turned and stared at the mirror, then slowly raised his left hand and pressed it against his left eyelid. "I can do it, too."

"You dare!" Mo Tong's voice suddenly became hoarse, as if his neck was strangled.

"Your left eyeball is my true body. If you dig it out, your left eye will be useless!"

"You rely on your eyes to repair cars, you rely on your eyes to clean monuments, and you rely on your eyes even more to take the preparatory exams—you want to be blind?"

Lu Baoyou's fingertips trembled slightly.

He recalled going to the vegetable market this morning and Aunt Wang, the vegetable seller, saying, "Xiao Lu, there's something wrong with your left eye."

I remember when I was repairing a motorcycle last week, my left hand was always a step behind my right hand when tightening the screws.

Thinking of the marbles in front of his father's tombstone, as blue as the night sky he looked up at as a child.

"It's useless." He took a deep breath and slowly pierced his eyelids with his nails.

"It's better than carrying a man-eating thing."

"Etc., etc!"

The demon boy suddenly cried, and the sound mixed with the smell of blood and rust penetrated into his nose.

"Is it okay if I stop making trouble? I won't force you to kill anyone or control you to do anything."

"Just let me stay in your eyes... Please, I'm afraid of the dark. If I leave you, I'll be eaten by other evil creatures..."

Blood flowed down through the fingers.

Lu Baoyou gritted her teeth and could feel her eyeballs rolling under her fingertips like a glass ball soaked in hot water.

"You should have been scared."

He pulled the corner of his mouth, and blood splashed on the mirror.

"When I was sixteen, I squatted in front of my father's tombstone and vowed to be a night watchman."

"Where were you then? I was taking the preparatory exam, and the physical exam sheet said 'psychic disorder'. Where were you?"

"I was tightening screws in the auto shop, and I heard customers talking about how impressive the night watchmen are. Where are you?"

"I'm here! I'm helping you survive!" The demon child's scream pierced his eardrums.

"You think you're alive now by yourself? I'm the one who's carrying it! I—"

"That's enough." Lu Baoyou interrupted it.

He could feel the blood vessels on the surface of his eyeballs breaking, and warm liquid dripping down his chin onto his chest.

The left face in the mirror was already blood red, but that hint of blue was still struggling in the flesh and blood, like a firefly trapped in amber.

"I want to live like a human being," he whispered, "even if it's just for one day."

The sound of the night watchman's clapper came from outside the window.

Lu Baoyou's fingers gradually increased in strength, and a heart-wrenching pain came from his left eye socket.

The demon boy's scream turned into sobs, and finally into an inaudible "I'm sorry".

He looked in the mirror at the tears on his right cheek - they were his own, not the demon boy's.

"Tomorrow morning."

He said to the mirror, "I want to wear the Night Watch uniform and stand in front of my father's tombstone."

Blood dripped onto the ground, forming a dark red flower.

Lu Baoyou's left hand was still pressed on his left eye socket, and the blood seeping from between his fingers dyed the blue glass marble purple.

A rooster crowed in the distance. He took a deep breath and slowly closed his right eye.

In the darkness, the dark blue in his left eye socket suddenly lit up.

The demon boy's last scream, mixed with the sound of flesh being torn, echoed in the alley before dawn.

As the morning light climbed up Qinggang Mountain, Lu Baoyou squatted on the bathhouse floor, still clutching the bleeding eyeball in his left hand.

The blood seeping from between the fingers turned the blue glass marbles into purple and black, like a rotten mulberry.

He was breathing heavily and his right eyelid was twitching - his left eye socket was burning with pain, but strangely, the bleeding slowly stopped.

"Fuck..." He cursed and touched his left eye socket with his right hand.

What the fingertips touched was not a bloody hole, but a warm and soft membrane.

He was stunned, remembering the crackling sound mixed in the demon boy's last scream, as if something had broken.

Could it be that the thing had a backup plan before it died?

Suddenly, my heart felt extremely hot.

He opened his collar and saw a light golden line crawling below his collarbone like a small snake.

He had seen this pattern before - it was on the chest of the night watchman who saved him three years ago.

At that time, the man shouted "The fallen angel bloodline has awakened", and then was torn to pieces by the monster.

It turns out that Mo Tong has been holding this thing?

Lu Baoyou stared at the eyeball in his palm.

The faint blue light had long since disappeared, leaving only a mass of turbid flesh and blood.

He gritted his teeth, pressed his eyeballs to the ground, and slowly rolled them down with his right foot.

There was a "crack" sound, like crushing a rotten walnut.

The mucus splashed onto his trouser legs, and the fishy smell made him frown.

The mirror was still stained with his blood.

He wiped it with his sleeve, leaving crooked words on the mirror: "Dad, the Lu family has not lost face."

The ink flowed down like a tear.

The shouts of someone selling soy milk came from the alley.

He pulled his coat over his left eye and walked down the mountain.

In the morning mist, his shadow was stretched out very long, and his left foot was a little lame - he had twisted it when he stepped on his eyeball just now.

But he walked steadily, moving step by step towards the road outside the town.

On the other side, in the shooting range of the Demon Suppression Division training camp, Lin Qiye was grabbing the back of a recruit's collar.

"Raise your elbows! Do you think this is a wedding photo shoot?"

After he finished yelling, he turned around and shouted at Wu Hen who was squatting under a tree and eating a pancake,

"Captain Wu, your boy shot the bullet away again!"

Wu Hen crossed his legs, pancake crumbs falling down his crotch:

"Hey, this is called free-range teaching. Look at that kid, he even peed his pants last time, but now he's lucky enough to be able to hold a gun."

He wiped his mouth and shouted to the shooting range,

"Xiao Sun! Align the crosshairs before you shoot—oh my god, don't close your right eye!"

The recruits burst into laughter.

Lin Qiye kicked the sandbag next to him and said, "What are you laughing at? We'll be running a five-kilometer cross-country race later. The last three runners will have to do some extra push-ups!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gasp from the crowd - Su Zhe was holding his knees and gasping for breath, his face as pale as a piece of paper.

"Su Zhe!"

Ding Chongfeng squeezed next to him,

"I still have the letter your sister sent you last month. She said that when you get the Night's Watch medal, you should wear it to her wedding."

"Why, do you want your brother-in-law to see you deserting?"

Su Zhe's neck turned red.

He gritted his teeth and straightened up: "Who, who escaped? I just... took a break."

Lin Qiye glanced at his watch: "Three minutes left! Those who are not ready should withdraw now--"

Before he could finish his words, a "hissing" sound suddenly came from the distance.

Everyone turned around and saw a silver spider silk thread hanging from an old locust tree, with slime slowly dripping down.

"Azhu!" Someone shouted.

Su Zhe's face turned pale, and he ran away, knocking over the target rack next to him.

Ding Chongfeng cursed "son of a bitch" and was about to chase after him when his collar suddenly felt tight - the spider silk stuck to his tactical vest.

"Fuck! This stuff is stickier than 502!"

Ding Chongfeng pulled hard, and the fabric of the vest tore open with a "swish".

Li Zhenzhen picked up a dagger and rushed over: "Don't move! I'll cut—"

Before she could finish her words, another spider silk shot over, brushed past her ear and got nailed to the tree trunk.

Lin Qiye had already drawn his sword. He raised an eyebrow at Wu Hen and said, "Didn't you say the mountain is clear?"

Wu Hen touched his chin: "Maybe I missed a small one... Hey, hey, hey, don't cut it hard! The spider silk will shrink when it encounters the blade--"

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out.

Fang Mo raised the modified revolver, and the bullet accurately cut the spider silk on Ding Chongfeng's body.

She shook her ponytail and said, "Why are you all standing there? Something's wrong with the forest ahead."

"I just heard some noise, like something is coming around. Follow me!"

Lin Qiye put the knife back into its sheath: "New recruits, follow up! Captain Wu, you cover the rear - don't slack off!"

Wu Hen rolled his eyes and picked up a tactical stick: "Alright, my old bones have to clean up your mess again today."

He glanced at Su Zhe who was squeezing behind Fang Mo and scolded him with a smile.

"You were running pretty fast just now, weren't you? If you slow down again, I'll have Ah Zhu knit you an extra sweater!"

Su Zhe shrank his neck and didn't dare to answer.

As the team walked deeper into the forest, Fang Mo looked back.

In the morning mist, the shadows of the trees swayed violently, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at them.

She pursed her lips and quickened her pace.