Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 394: The grief over the death of a comrade, Jiang Er'er's body is difficult to bur

Cao Yuanhai frowned, his tone filled with disbelief, "First seat... Wind Earth Dragon Vein... How is this possible?"

Zhou Ping'er pushed up her glasses and explained, "The Earth Dragon Clan has existed in the world since ancient times and is gifted with extraordinary talents."

"Control the earth and sand, call the wind and rain. The Wind Earth Dragon Vein is the best among the earth dragons, controlling the power of the wind, with incredible speed and unpredictable attacks."

"Oh my god, Wind Earth Dragon Vein, that name sounds awesome!"

Wu Hen rubbed his chin, and a picture of a majestic dragon roaring through the air appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but sigh,

"It would be so cool to ride it!"

"You're so cool!" Fatty Baili rolled his eyes at him unhappily.

"It's already this late, and you still have the mind to joke!"

"Hey, isn't this going to liven up the atmosphere?"

Wu Hen scratched his head, looking innocent.

"Speaking of which, this Wind Earth Dragon Vein is so powerful, so aren't we doomed?"

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Senior Zhou Ping'er, how much do you know about the Flame Earth Dragon Veins?"

"Flame Earth Dragon Vein?"

Zhou Ping'er was slightly stunned.

"As far as I know, the Flame Earth Dragon Vein, like the Wind Earth Dragon Vein, is the pinnacle of the Earth Dragon Clan. It controls the power of fire and has extremely strong attack power."

"However, the strength of the Earth Dragon Clan is also related to their realm. If the realm gap is too large, even if they possess powerful bloodline power, they may not be able to defeat their opponents."

Lin Qiye nodded and fell into deep thought.

He thought of Hong Hongyan whom he had met before. She was also a descendant of the Earth Dragon Clan, but her strength was far inferior to that of the Wind Earth Dragon Clan.

It seems that the strength gap among the Earth Dragon Clan is even greater than he imagined.

Wu Hen's system suddenly popped up,

"Ding! Triggering the side quest: Investigate the secrets of the Wind Dragon Vein! Quest Reward: A mysterious gift pack!"

Wu Hen's eyes lit up and he was secretly happy.

It seems that this incident is more interesting than he imagined!

He turned to look at Lin Qiye, a mysterious smile on his face, "Brother Qiye, it looks like we're going to fight side by side again!"

Lin Qiye glanced at him without saying anything, but a barely perceptible solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He had a vague feeling that this incident might be more dangerous than any previous one...

"that……"

A faint voice came from the corner of the room, "Are you... sent by the higher-ups to investigate?"

In the corner of the room, Jiang Er'er's voice was as soft as a mosquito. If it weren't for the terrifying silence in the room, almost no one would have heard it.

"Are you... sent by higher-ups to investigate?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, with strange expressions on their faces.

To describe Jiang Er'er's current state as "shattered" would be an understatement.

She was more like a twisted magnetic field, flickering with faint blue light, barely maintaining her human form.

"Investigation? What kind of investigation is that?"

Baili Fatty slapped his thigh, with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Just the few of us aren't enough to fill their gaps! We need a special team!"

"Special team? Old Baili, are you scared silly?"

Wu Hen smiled evilly, approached Baili Pang'er, winked and said,

"We have Senior Zhou Ping'er here, we're a true ace team! Why would we need a special squad?"

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Zhou Ping'er and found that the latter was adjusting her glasses and looking at him helplessly.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Qiye coughed lightly, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Now is not the time to discuss this. Let's deal with the scene first, and then report the situation to the higher-ups."

The atmosphere suddenly became sad and solemn.

Everyone carefully carried the body of their comrade into the coffin, and everyone's movements were extremely gentle, as if they were afraid of disturbing the peace of the deceased.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a lingering sadness.

Jiang Er'er watched all this quietly, the flickering blue light flickering, as if crying silently...

Wu Hen walked to Jiang Er'er, squatted down, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Sister Er'er, don't worry, we will help you get revenge."

He gently stretched out his hand towards the blue light, as if to touch it, but stopped at the last moment, "This..."

Jiang Er'er watched her teammates being carried into the coffin, and the blue light flashed more violently.

The electricity crackled, the surrounding lights flickered, and the air was filled with a burning smell.

She "looked" at her former companions who had fought side by side with her.

Now lying there coldly, the once lively face is now pale and lifeless.

The past came flooding back like a tide: the sweat during training, the tension during missions, and the jokes and encouragement we shared...

Now, they are all memories.

"Woo woo..." The sound of the electric current sounded like sobbing, and the atmosphere around was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Wu Hen felt very upset when he saw this scene.

He scratched his head and wanted to say something to comfort Jiang Er'er, but found that he was at a loss for words.

"Don't touch her!" Jia Lan'er suddenly spoke, interrupting Wu Hen's actions.

Wu Hen looked at Jia Lan'er in confusion, only to see her picking up an old-fashioned TV and walking straight towards Jiang Er'er.

"What's going on? What is Jia Lan'er doing? Playing the role of a repairman?"

Wu Hen muttered to himself, completely unable to understand what Jia Lan'er was thinking.

Jia Lan'er walked up to Jiang Er'er, put the TV on the ground, and said softly, "Er'er, I know you are sad, but you have to take care of yourself."

"Look, this is your favorite antique TV. I moved it from your room specially. What program do you want to watch? I'll help you tune it in."

Jiang Er'er looked at the TV in front of her in astonishment, and the blue light flashing slowed down.

The crackling sound of the electricity gradually weakened, and was replaced by a slight buzzing sound, as if something was running.

Wu Hen's jaw almost dropped when he saw this scene.

"It can be operated like this? What kind of strange operation is this? Did Jia Laner discover some incredible secret?"

He was filled with curiosity and wanted to rush up and ask Jialaner what was going on.

"Thank you...thank you..." Jiang Er'er's voice was intermittent, as if the signal was bad, which made Wu Hen feel itchy in his heart.

"I...want to see...the news..."

Jia Laner smiled and reached out to change a few channels on the TV. Suddenly, she stopped and pointed at the screen and said, "Look, this news..."

Baili Pang'er and Cao Yuanhai were carrying the last coffin, their faces paler than the coffin board.

This coffin doesn't contain an ordinary corpse, but...

Jiang Er'er's electric "magnetic field".

"How...how do we bury this thing?" Fatty Baili thought for a long time before finally saying this.

He felt like he was carrying not a coffin, but a bomb that could explode at any time.

Cao Yuanhai was also confused and scratched his head.

"How about... just bury it?"

"Bury your head!" Wu Hen slapped Cao Yuanhai on the back of the head.

"Sister Er'er is still in there. Did you bury her like a potato?"

Jiang Er'er's "magnetic field" flickered even more violently, and the crackling sound seemed to be protesting.

Wu Hen seemed to hear Jiang Er'er's faint voice: "I don't want to turn into mashed potatoes..."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Everyone realized that Jiang Er'er's current situation was very special. If it was not handled properly,

It is very likely that she will be bound to this tombstone forever and become a lonely ghost.

"How about... carry her back to the residence first?" Lin Qiye broke the silence.

"Carry it back? And then?"

Fatty Baili looked puzzled, "We can't let her float forever, right?"

"I know what Er'er is worried about," Jia Lan'er suddenly said.

Wu Hen suddenly understood, "So that's it! Sister Er'er is afraid of scaring us! What a thoughtful and kind girl!"

"What should I do?"

Cao Yuanhai stamped his feet anxiously, "We can't let her stay like this forever, right?"

Jia Lan'er pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps... An Yuqing can help."

"An Yuqing?" everyone said in unison.

At this moment, An Yuqing appeared at the door with a black toolbox in his hand.

, with a mysterious smile on his face, "It seems that my professional skills will come in handy again."

"An Yuqing, do you really have a solution?" Wu Hen looked at her expectantly, as if he had seen a savior.

An Yuqing did not answer directly, but walked up to Jiang Er'er.

Opening the toolbox, it was filled with all kinds of strange tools, flashing with cold light.

"What...what is this for?" Fatty Baili couldn't help swallowing.

An Yuqing smiled slightly, picked up a thin needle, and said to Jiang Er'er, "Don't be afraid, it will be healed soon..."

Wu Hen and others looked at each other, not knowing what An Yuqing was up to.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely weird. Only the needle in An Yuqing's hand reflected an unsettling light under the light.