Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 744: The forbidden object teaching caused surprise, and the love affair caused a shocking wa

The door of the auditorium was slammed open with a creaky sound. Fatty rushed to the front carrying a snakeskin bag, and the new recruits followed sparsely behind him.

Li Zhenzhen clutched the hem of her school uniform. The word "sister" she had heard when she touched the jade pendant was still ringing in her ears.

Turning around, he saw Wu Hen stuffing the jade pendant into his trouser pocket and nudged him with his elbow: "Hey, that's a forbidden item."

"Don't worry, this thing is more honest than my grandma's pickle jar."

Wu Hen grinned and rubbed the cracks on the jade pendant with his fingertips.

"Last week, Fatty used it to press down the wind speed recorder in the observation room. I saw it with my own eyes."

The playground was dyed orange by the setting sun. Seven or eight snakeskin bags were piled under the flagpole on the east side, with half a rusty sword and a faded bellyband exposed at the openings of the bags.

Pangpang threw the bag on his shoulder to the ground. In the dust, the cloth tiger rolled out, its green eyes flickering in the twilight.

"Everyone gather around!"

Fatty tugged at the bow tie that was crooked at the base of his neck.

"I didn't speak clearly in the auditorium just now, so let's continue in another place—the forbidden object is not a dead thing, it's alive!"

He bent down and pulled out a bronze lampstand. The oil had long since dried up, but the wick was still dripping with dark brown liquid.

"See? The Impermanence Lamp can illuminate the three souls and seven spirits."

"An Qingyu will use it to test Li Zhenzhen's psychic abilities later, so I'll open your eyes first."

The recruits gathered closer, and the boys in the front row stood on tiptoe, their necks sunburned red.

Li Zhenzhen stared at the lampstand and always felt that the black oil was moving, as if countless small insects were crawling around.

Wu Hen suddenly reached out and poked her lower back: "Look to your right."

She turned around and found that at some point, all the forbidden items in the snakeskin bag had floated up.

The faded bellyband floated in the air, and the embroidered lotus flowers were bluish-gray;

The rusty sword was hanging, with the tip pointing at Pangpang's back; the cloth tiger squatted on the lampstand, swinging its tail.

The recruits tilted their heads back with their eyes wide open, and a girl with a ponytail whispered "Wow".

Fatty put his hands on his hips and smiled, his round face shining in the twilight: "Are you scared? We've only just arrived."

"The tempers of forbidden creatures are even stranger than the old yellow dog we keep in our department—some recognize their masters, some bear grudges, and some just love to hear dirty jokes."

He raised his hand and patted the bellyband that floated before his eyes.

"This thing is a wedding dress from the Republic of China era. Back then, the groom was intercepted by bandits on his way to pick up his bride, and the bride jumped into the river holding it."

"Now, if you praise its embroidery, it will sing you 'The Legend of the White Snake' for half the night; if you say it's old, it will lock all your socks in the box."

"Can we try it?"

The girl with the ponytail raised her hand, her eyes shining like stars, "I want to praise it."

"Try! What can't you try?"

Fatty bent down and took out an enamel pot from his snakeskin bag.

"Back then, the old director of the Demon Suppression Division said that the more you hide forbidden items, the more trouble they'll cause."

"Remember this—when dealing with prohibited items, treat them like you're chatting with a neighbor. Touch them if you want to, ask questions if you need to. Don't be afraid."

He stuffed the enamel pot into the girl's hand.

"This jar can hold ghost tears. If you ask it now, 'Brother, give me some dew,' it will definitely give you half a jar."

The girl pinched the enamel pot, her throat moved, and she whispered, "Big... Big brother, can you get me some dew?"

There was a "ding dong" sound from the bottom of the tank, and clear water gurgled out, quickly overflowing the edge of the tank.

The girl tried to catch it in a panic, but the water seemed to have consciousness and climbed up along her wrist, wrapping around her arm like a sleeve.

The surrounding recruits burst into laughter. One boy came over and poked the sleeves: "Hey, it's quite cool!"

Li Zhenzhen stared at the bluestone slab in her hand. When Pangpang handed it to her just now, he said, "This is the threshold of the City God Temple. It can ward off evil spirits."

She rubbed the marks on the stone slab with her fingertips, and suddenly heard

With a "crack" sound, a fine crack appeared on the stone slab, and a beetle as big as a fingernail crawled out of the crack and flew towards her face.

She screamed and hid behind Wu Hen, but Wu Hen reached out and caught the beetle.

Put it in the palm of your hand: "Don't run, play with me for a while?"

The beetle tilted its head and flapped its wings, making a series of silver bell-like laughs.

"That's enough, Wu Hen."

Fatty yelled at the top of his lungs,

"That's Jin Lingzi, you can play with it."

"Don't make it angry. Last time, it got so angry that it painted the entire computer screen in the observation room into a big cat face."

He turned around and took out a red cloth bag from the bottom of the snakeskin bag.

When the box was opened, the recruits all held their breath - inside lay a piece of charred bones, which was exactly the tail vertebra of the bloody evil spirit in the iron box in the auditorium.

"This stuff, let's focus on it."

The fat round face sank, and his fingers gently touched the gold-painted runes on the bones.

"Three hundred years ago, the first director used it to suppress the ghost city. Later, it ate the ghosts of the twelve cities and even ate the director's spirit tablet."

"Now you see—"

He tapped the bone with his fingers, and dark red blood suddenly seeped out of the charred surface.

"It's still hungry."

The recruits gasped, and one boy took a half step back and knocked over the copper bell at his feet.

The bell didn't ring, and half a moldy date cake fell out.

Wu Hen bent down to pick up the date cake and sniffed it.

"This smell... Chubby, are you using the forbidden item as a snack box?"

"Screw you!"

Fatty picked up the cloth tiger and threw it over. The tiger somersaulted in the air.

"That's a rat-suppressing bell, specifically designed to ward off rats."

"Last month, there were mice in the observation room, so I put a piece of date cake there as bait—"

Before he could finish his words, An Qingyu's voice came from the rooftop of the distant teaching building: "Fatty, are you using forbidden objects as toys again?"

Li Zhenzhen looked up and saw Lin Qiye and An Qingyu standing on the roof.

An Qingyu wore a moon-white shirt, and the wind blew her hair into a mess;

Lin Qiye leaned on the railing, twirling a cigarette in his hand, without lighting it, just twirling it for fun.

"Sister An!"

Fatty stood on tiptoe and waved.

"I'm teaching you practical combat! Commander Zuo said that new recruits need to be familiar with forbidden objects so they won't panic when they go on missions later—"

"Commander Zuo also said that you used the Soul Bottle as a thermos to make tea last week."

An Qingyu smiled, turned around and said to Lin Qiye, "Look at him, he treats the new recruits more affectionately than his own children."

Lin Qiye flicked his cigarette butt and said nothing, but his eyes followed the new recruits jumping on the playground.

Li Zhenzhen suddenly felt that his eyes were a little strange, as if he was looking at something very far away, but also as if he was looking at something very close.

"Ding-ling-ling——" Lin Qiye's cell phone rang.

He picked up the phone and listened for a few words before his face darkened. He pressed his cigarette against the railing and said, "Got it. I'll be at Zhenbei Tower in half an hour."

He nodded at An Qingyu, turned and walked towards the stairs, then turned back and shouted, "Fatty, pack up early! A spiritual tide will pass through in three hours, all new recruits return to the dormitory and lock the doors and windows!"

The playground suddenly became quiet.

Fatty opened his mouth, wanted to say something, then closed it again, bent down and began to stuff the forbidden items into the snakeskin bag.

He pulled the cloth tiger's ears to one side, and Jin Lingzi flew up and landed on Li Zhenzhen's shoulder.

Wu Hen stuffed the date cake back into the copper bell and patted her on the back:

"Let's go. The spiritual tide is no joke. The last time I followed Captain Lin to Zhennan, the tide was so strong it could lift telegraph poles into the sky—"

"Shut up." Li Zhenzhen clenched the bluestone slab.

The beetle crawled out from the fine lines that had just cracked and gently touched her fingertips.

She suddenly heard the little girl's voice, clearer than in the auditorium: "Sister, Mom is in the spiritual tide... Can you help me find her?"

"Li Zhenzhen?"

Wu Hen pushed her and said, "What are you daydreaming about? Fatty is calling for assembly."

She suddenly came to her senses and the bluestone slab fell to the ground with a "bang".

The scarab beetle flew away with a buzz and drilled into the crack of the bloody demon's tail vertebrae.

Fatty squatted down to pick up the slate. When she looked up, she saw sweat on his forehead.

His voice was softer than before: "Let's go back to the dormitory. When the spiritual tide passes through, forbidden objects are more restless than monsters."

The sun had completely set, and the sky east of the playground was turning dark red.

Li Zhenzhen followed the team towards the dormitory building.

He looked back at the snakeskin bag under the flagpole - the shadow of the bloody evil's tail vertebrae was stretched out by the red light, like a curled black snake, slowly raising its head.

The sound-activated lights in the dormitory corridor flickered as the spiritual tide approached.

Li Zhenzhen's hand gripping the door handle broke out in a cold sweat - she clearly heard the sound of footsteps behind the door.

Like someone walking around the room on tiptoe.

Wu Hen came closer, his nose almost touching the back of her neck: "What are you daydreaming about? Let me help you take a look."

"Get lost."

She elbowed him in the stomach.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Lei across the street sticking the exorcism talisman issued by the Demon Suppression Division on the door frame. As soon as the talisman touched the wood, it made a "crackling" sound and burned a hole in it.

Wang Lei was in a hurry to swat away the sparks, and the ash from the talisman fell into his collar, causing him to jump in pain.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Fatty's roar exploded from the stairs. He squeezed in carrying a snakeskin bag, and the sweat on his forehead soaked his bow tie.

"Don't panic when the spiritual tide passes through. Do you think this is a haunted house adventure?"

He threw the snakeskin bag in the middle of the corridor, and the cloth tiger fell to the ground with a "bang", and its green eyes suddenly turned blood red.

"See? This thing is even more panicked than you are right now—forbidden objects are most afraid of the surge of spiritual tides, and their 'souls' follow the tide."

Li Zhenzhen stared at the cloth tiger, its tail flapping the ground like typing Morse code.

The bluestone slab was still in her pocket. When she bent down to pick it up,

The beetle crawled out again and drew a crooked word "home" on her palm.

She touched the stone slab, and a hint of warmth seeped out from the cracks, as if someone was gently holding her fingers.

"Really?"

Wu Hen's voice suddenly dropped, and he stared at the slate in her hand.

"Your thing... is glowing?"

Everyone came over to look.

A pale golden light emerged from the cracks in the bluestone, like a golden thread running under the stone skin.

Finally, it gathered into a vague outline of a little girl - with pigtails, wearing a faded red cotton-padded jacket, she was clinging to the edge of the stone slab and looking out.

Wang Lei gasped and knocked over the trash can in the corner as he backed away, and the plastic bottle rolled to Pangpang's feet.

Fatty squatted down, his round face as tense as iron. "Jin Lingzi has revealed himself? This stone slab... last time it was recorded as the threshold of the City God Temple, where seventy-two wronged souls were suppressed."

He extended his index finger and gently touched the little girl's forehead. Suddenly, golden light surged.

The little girl's mouth moved.

Li Zhenzhen heard a clear child's voice: "Mom is crying in the red mist, her hands are so cold, sister, come with me -"

"boom!"

The window at the end of the corridor was blown open by the wind, and a fishy and sweet mist poured in.

Li Zhenzhen shuddered. The mist was dark red and looked like flowing blood on the wall.

Wang Lei's amulet suddenly combusted, and the flames illuminated a shadow in the fog—a translucent snake.

Its scales were covered in mud, and it was spitting out its tongue and drilling towards Wang Lei's feet.

"The spiritual tide brings evil!"

Pangpang picked up the cloth tiger and threw it over. The tiger turned back into a physical form in the air, and its fangs bit the snake's tail with a "click".

The snake twisted its body violently, knocking over the thermos in the corner, and glass fragments splattered all over the floor.

Wu Hen took out a short knife from his pocket. It was made of forbidden bone fragments, and the blade was shimmering with a faint blue. "Zhenzhen, hide behind me!"

Li Zhenzhen didn't move.

She stared at the snake in the mist and suddenly realized that the snake's eyes were exactly the same as the little girl's on the bluestone slab - both were amber in color, with the tails of the eyes slightly upturned.

The little girl's voice rang out again, this time with a sobbing tone:

"That's my mother's resentment! She's not a bad snake. She became like this because she couldn't find me—"

"Stand against the wall!"

An Qingyu's voice came from the stairs. She was holding a bronze box, and her hair was covered with mist.

"Fatty, put the Golden Spirit into the Soul-Nourishing Bottle! The Spiritual Tide arrived half an hour earlier than expected, and the Demon Suppression Division's barrier hasn't been completed yet—"

Before he finished speaking, the whole building shook violently.

Li Zhenzhen staggered and bumped into Wu Hen, and heard a "crack" sound coming from the ceiling - it was the bloody tail vertebra!

Didn’t Pangpang put it into the snakeskin bag just now?

She looked up and saw charred bones floating in the middle of the corridor.

The blood beads on the surface formed lines and dripped onto the ground, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound.

"Me!" Pangpang cursed and rushed forward to grab the bones, but was pulled away by a line of blood.

The blood line wrapped around his wrist, and blood beads oozed out instantly.

"This thing is crazy! Last time, Commander Zuo used the triple soul-sealing curse to subdue it—"

"Get out of the way." Lin Qiye's voice came in like a piece of ice.

He had stood at the top of the stairs at some point, holding a black knife with a scabbard engraved with runes.

Li Zhenzhen had never seen him wear anything other than casual clothes, but now he was wearing a chain mail armor, the armor plates gleaming coldly in the blood mist.

The Blood Demon's tail vertebrae suddenly screamed, and the golden runes on the bones cracked, revealing the dark red lines underneath.

Lin Qiye's knife was unsheathed with a "hum", and the moment the knife light passed by, the blood line broke with a "snap".

Pangpang took the opportunity to pounce and used the soul-nourishing bottle to hold the bone, causing the bottle to vibrate violently.

The sweat on his forehead dripped onto the bottle cap, and white smoke rose with a "hiss".

"The core of the spiritual tide is in the alley behind Zhenbei Tower."

Lin Qiye put the knife back into the sheath, and the chain mail made a small sound.

"An Qingyu, take the new recruits to the underground shelter;"

"Fatty, keep an eye on the forbidden item—if you let the Blood Demon escape again, you'll have to wash the Demon Suppression Cauldron for three months."

He turned to leave, then stopped, his eyes sweeping over the bluestone in Li Zhenzhen's hand.

"Then Jin Lingzi...is he destined to be with you?"

Li Zhenzhen opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

The little girl on the bluestone slab was waving at Lin Qiye, as if calling him "big brother".

Lin Qiye's eyes flickered, and he reached out to touch his pocket - there was a bulge in it.

It looks like an old jade similar to bluestone.

Without saying a word, he turned and rushed into the blood mist, the sound of his footsteps quickly swallowed by the sound of the wind.

"go!"

An Qingyu dragged Li Zhenzhen's arm and ran towards the stairs. The bronze box made a slight sound in her hand.

"The underground shelter has a triple barrier, making it ten times safer than upstairs. Chubby, follow!"

Li Zhenzhen staggered as she was dragged, and looked back at the corridor—the blood evil tail vertebra was still struggling in the soul-nourishing bottle.

The cloth tiger squatted beside it, its green eyes turning back into a dark green;

The little girl on the bluestone slab was picking at the edge of her pocket, tilting her head and smiling at her.

A beetle emerged from the crack and landed on her earlobe.

"Sister, when the spiritual tide dissipates, will you accompany me to find mom?"

The little girl's voice mixed with the sound of the wind entered Li Zhenzhen's ears. She touched the beetle on her earlobe.

Its wings fanned out tiny golden rays, as if in response.

She nodded, her throat tight. "Okay."

The door of the underground shelter slammed shut behind him, isolating himself from the fishy, ​​sweet mist outside.

An Qingyu began to check everyone's psychic amulet, while Pangpang squatted in the corner to soothe the angry tiger.

Wu Hen came closer, the dagger still clutched in his hand, the dark blue blade having faded a little. "That bone just now...do you think Captain Lin knows that Jin Lingzi?"

Li Zhenzhen didn't answer.

She stared at the golden light on the bluestone slab, and suddenly remembered the action of Lin Qiye touching his pocket - the shape of the old jade,

And her bluestone slab, like a pair of broken tokens.

Blood mist surged outside the window, and amidst the shrieking of spiritual tides, the cry of a baby could be heard from some distant place.