Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 387: Sword Saint Society's fearful social interaction, a suspicious journey to Lin Tang

Zhou Ping'er lowered her head stiffly and saw a team member looking at her eagerly, holding a booklet and a pen in his hand.

"Master Sword Saint, can you sign an autograph for me?" The team member's voice was full of anticipation.

Zhou Ping'er's face turned red in an instant, like a cooked shrimp.

She felt her palms begin to sweat and fine beads of sweat appeared on her back.

The good-natured laughter of the team members around her made her even more uncomfortable.

She felt like a monkey being watched, and wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

She wanted to refuse, but couldn't open her mouth. She could only take the pen stiffly and sign her name on the booklet tremblingly.

Huang Deyuan noticed that something was wrong with Zhou Ping'er and frowned in confusion.

Lin Qiye also noticed Zhou Ping'er's abnormality. He nudged Wu Hen lightly with his elbow.

He winked and whispered, "Old Wu, look at the Sword Saint's reaction, there's something wrong."

Wu Hen touched his chin and smiled meaningfully: "It's really interesting."

The two exchanged glances, and tacitly walked aside under the pretext of going to the restroom.

"Do you feel that the Sword Master doesn't seem to like interacting with people?" Huang Deyuan scratched his head and asked in confusion.

"Look at her reaction just now, it was like she was frightened by something." Lin Qiye crossed his arms and said thoughtfully.

"No way! The Sword Saint is the top star in our God Slayer World. He's seen a lot of storms and waves, and how could he be scared by a small signature?"

Wu Hen pretended to be stupid, but there was a glint of cunning in his eyes.

"I think Old Lin is right," Wu Hen cleared his throat and said seriously, "The Sword Saint's behavior seems like... social anxiety."

"Social phobia?" Huang Deyuan looked confused. It was the first time he heard this word.

Lin Qiye was also stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "That's right! Why didn't I think of that! Sword Saint has always been a loner, rarely communicating with others, and every time she appears, she is cold and reserved with words. So it turns out that she has social anxiety!"

"Oh, I see."

Huang Deyuan sighed, "No wonder she always avoids us."

"Oh, by the way,"

Huang Deyuan suddenly remembered something and his expression became serious.

"I haven't been able to contact Li Hong recently. I don't know what's going on with her..."

He took out a letter from his pocket and said, "I wrote her a letter. Please pass it to her for me."

Lin Qiye took the letter and nodded: "Don't worry, leave it to us."

Wu Hen looked at the letter in Lin Qiye's hand, a playful smile on his face: "Lintang City... Looks like there's going to be something interesting to watch..."

Huang Deyuan rubbed his hands, his face full of concern. "Lao Lin, Lao Wu, I'm sorry to bother you with this letter. I don't know what's wrong with Li Hong. She doesn't reply to any of my calls or WeChat messages. It's really worrying."

He handed the letter to Lin Qiye. The corners of the envelope were a little rough, and it was obvious that he had turned it over and over and rubbed it many times.

Lin Qiye took the letter solemnly: "Don't worry, Old Huang, I will deliver it to Lintang as soon as possible."

Wu Hen added quietly, "The premise is that we can reach Lin Tang alive..."

He paused for a moment pretending to be mysterious, and glanced at Lin Qiye from the corner of his eye, and found that the other party was also looking at him with a meaningful look.

The two of them understood each other and everything was in silence.

"Old Wu, what do you mean?" Huang Deyuan was confused.

Wu Hen waved his hands, his face unfathomable: "Nothing, nothing, the secret cannot be revealed, you know."

"I don't understand." Huang Deyuan answered honestly.

"That's right, you don't understand. If you do, you'll be like me—so handsome that you'll have no friends."

Wu Hen shook his non-existent bangs, looking like he deserved a beating.

"Tsk~" Huang Deyuan rolled his eyes, then seemed to remember something and asked,

"By the way, what do you think we should do with Sword Saint, this social anxiety? We can't let her continue like this, right?"

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment: "The key to this matter is still up to her. What we can do is try to create an environment that makes her comfortable and not put too much pressure on her."

Wu Hen nodded in agreement: "Old Lin is right. We can't rush this kind of thing. We have to take it slow."

"But then again, the Sword Saint's social anxiety is probably through the roof, right? His hand was shaking like Parkinson's when he signed that autograph just now..."

"Okay, Old Wu, stop teasing me."

Lin Qiye interrupted him,

"Social phobia is not something to be ashamed of. We should be mindful of its impact."

Wu Hen curled his lips: "Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

But he muttered to himself: What's wrong with social phobia?

Can people with social anxiety not become strong?

I want to make the Sword Master the most powerful socially anxious god-slayer in history!

"Drip-"

Wu Hen's system suddenly sounded a prompt, and then a line of words appeared in front of him:

Trigger hidden quest: Help the Sword Master overcome social anxiety, reward: Social Anxiety Slayer title (after wearing it, you will be immune to all social anxiety effects and cause mental critique to those with social anxiety!)

Wu Hen's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a devilish smile: Haha, interesting...

It seems that this trip to Lin Tang is destined not to be peaceful.

As the night deepened, everyone went back to their rooms to rest, but Wu Hen quietly slipped out...

He looked up at the dark night sky and muttered to himself: "Lin Tang, here I come..."

As night fell, the God-Slaying Squad found a restaurant and had a feast.

During the meal, Wu Hen still showed his abnormal and funny nature, telling all kinds of dirty jokes,

He used popular internet memes with ease, which stunned the diners around him. Those who didn't know thought they had entered Deyun Club.

After eating and drinking, everyone returned to the hotel and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, they boarded a plane to Lintang City.

Wu Hen sat by the window, looking out bored.

As the plane climbed, the scenery on the ground gradually became smaller and eventually became a blur.

For some reason, Wu Hen felt a vague sense of unease in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

Lin Qiye, who was sitting next to him, also noticed Wu Hen's abnormality and asked with concern, "Old Wu, what's wrong with you? You don't look well."

Wu Hen shook his head: "It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep well last night." He said this, but he felt even more uneasy in his heart.

At the same time, Huang Deyuan still couldn't contact Li Hong.

What made him even more surprised was that Team 008 had not returned to base for a day.

"Could something have happened?" A bad thought arose in Huang Deyuan's mind, but he quickly denied it.

"Impossible. Li Hong and Team 008 are both experienced God Slayers. They won't get into trouble easily."

Despite this, Huang Deyuan's doubts grew stronger and stronger.

He always felt that something was brewing in secret, and they knew nothing about it.

"Old Lin, do you think it would be possible..." Huang Deyuan was about to speak when he was interrupted by Lin Qiye.

"Don't scare yourself. Let's talk about it when we get to Lintang." Although Lin Qiye said this, his heart was also full of doubts.

At this moment, Zhou Ping'er, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly turned around with a piece of paper in her hand.

He asked nervously, "Um...Excuse me, if I run into Team 008, how should I greet them?"

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Zhou Ping'er held a crumpled piece of paper as if it were some rare treasure. With a serious expression, she read out each word, "Ahem, listen up, you little bastards! If you know what's good for you, come out and fight me, or I'll... kill you!"

The cabin suddenly became quiet, and several eyes were directed at Zhou Ping'er, as if she was not reciting words, but some terrifying spell.

Wu Hen almost spit out his coffee, while Lin Qiye had the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

Fatty Baili, who was sitting in the back row, couldn't help himself and poked his head out to complain, "Master Sword Saint, this... this isn't communication, this is clearly bandits entering the village!"

Zhou Ping'er frowned and retorted seriously, "But...I did this when I was in Xining, and it was very effective."

Fatty Baili held his forehead, feeling his blood pressure was a little high: "What kind of place is Xining? That's a demon cave!"

"It's perfectly fine for you to run rampant in the Demon Cave, but we're in a civilized society now. Can you please be a little polite?"

Lin Qiye cleared his throat and said, "Sword Saint, I think what Baili said makes sense. We are God Slayers after all, representing the official image. We must be mindful of our words and actions."

Wu Hen added, "That's right, when you say hello, the most important thing is sincerity. If you come up and start shouting about fighting and killing, who can stand it?"

Fatty Baili suddenly had an idea and suggested, "How about this? Master Sword Saint, you make a domineering appearance and simply say, 'Team 008, your emperor is back!'"

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen rejected it at the same time: "No, it's too childish."

Zhou Ping'er pondered for a moment, her eyes lighting up. "How about... I just say 'Team 008, long time no see, I missed you so much'?"

"Well, this is good." Lin Qiye agreed.

"Okay! It's settled!" Zhou Ping'er seemed to have received some important revelation, and a confident smile appeared on her face.

She took a deep breath and spoke again, her voice loud and powerful: "Team 008..."