Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 432: The Night Watchman is trapped in the fog, and his sincere heart supports the blue sky

Thick darkness covered the underground parking lot of Anta County Shopping Mall like a huge curtain.

The air was filled with a sickening smell of dust and gasoline.

Lu Yuer followed Chen Haner closely, her heart pounding, feeling like she had entered a copy of a horror game.

There were many people lying in the underground parking lot, all of them pale and unconscious.

Lu Yuer took a breath and said, "Captain, what happened here? Could it be that there's a zombie virus outbreak?"

Chen Han'er ignored her teasing, her brows furrowed, her face even paler than the lights in the parking lot.

She gritted her teeth, a faint light flickering between her slender fingers: "It's some kind of mental attack, these people are just unconscious."

As she spoke, she sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to mobilize her mental strength.

"Captain! Are you crazy? You are injured like this!" Lu Yuer was shocked and tried to stop her.

Chen Haner's mental strength has already been severely depleted, and now she is forcibly treating so many people. This is simply playing with her life!

"Stop talking nonsense, saving people is the most important thing." Chen Haner's voice was weak, but with unquestionable firmness.

Looking at the fine beads of sweat oozing from Chen Haner's forehead, Lu Yuer felt mixed emotions.

This woman is such a ruthless person!

She sighed and joined the rescue team.

After an unknown amount of time, the unconscious residents finally woke up one after another.

Chen Han'er seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Her body shook and she almost fell down.

Lu Yuer quickly supported her.

"Captain, are you okay? You're working too hard!" Lu Yuer helped Chen Haner walk to the corner and sit down, her tone full of worry.

Chen Haner waved his hand, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to Lu Yuer: "Want to smoke?"

Lu Yuer was stunned. She took the cigarette and watched Chen Haner skillfully light it with a lighter. She couldn't help but feel curious: "Captain, don't you not smoke?"

Chen Haner took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a circle of smoke: "I didn't smoke before, but now I smoke one occasionally to refresh myself."

She paused, then continued, "This cigarette was given to me by an old man. He said it was his last wish and asked me to help him survive. I agreed."

Lu Yuer listened silently and lit the cigarette in her hand.

In the smoke, she seemed to see Chen Haner's past struggle and confusion.

"Captain, have you ever thought about transferring from the Night Watch?" Lu Yuer suddenly asked.

Chen Haner chuckled. "Of course I have. I've thought about living an ordinary life before. I even wrote a transfer application."

Lu Yuer was a little surprised: "Then why do you..."

"Because I understand that the meaning of the Night's Watch is 'watching'."

Chen Haner interrupted her,

"Protect this city, protect the people here, and protect the hope in our hearts."

Lu Yuer nodded thoughtfully and pressed the cigarette butt hard on the ground.

Suddenly, a subtle sound came from the entrance of the underground garage...

Chen Han'er suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes fierce, and drew the long sword from her waist...

At the entrance of the underground garage, a burst of tiny footsteps broke the stagnant air.

It's like throwing a stone into a quiet lake, causing ripples.

Chen Han'er, who had a high fever, instantly entered combat mode and drew the long sword from her waist as if by reflex.

The blade reflected a cold light in the dim light, illuminating her pale yet resolute face.

Lu Yuer also held her breath and subconsciously tightened the engineer shovel in her hand. Her adrenaline surged and she felt the hairs on her back stand up.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, like a taut string that could break at any time.

Under the vigilant gaze of the two men, a black-shirted figure carrying a sword case slowly walked out of the entrance.

The man was tall and slender, with steady steps. His black shirt almost blended into the shadows in the darkness.

He seemed like a messenger from hell, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

"Who is it?!" Chen Han'er shouted sternly. Her voice was a little hoarse due to the high fever, but it was full of unquestionable majesty.

The black-shirted figure did not answer immediately, but continued to walk steadily.

He walked towards them step by step, and every step seemed to step on their hearts, making their heartbeats faster and faster.

In the dim light, one could only vaguely see the visitor's face shrouded in shadow, and the inability to make out his specific features added a sense of mystery.

Finally, the black-shirted figure stopped a few meters away from them, slowly raised his head, and revealed...

A pair of familiar eyes, yet with a hint of surprise.