Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 721: Ming Liu's Fatal Battle for 7 Nights

The iron rack of the barbecue stall was clanging in the night wind. Wu Hen stood on tiptoe and held onto the wooden counter, his nose almost touching the watermelon in the ice bucket.

The old stall owner was tying bamboo baskets with straw ropes, his shiny forehead reflecting the lantern.

"Grandpa, is this melon ripe?" Wu Hen tapped the dark green melon skin with his fingers.

The old man said without looking up, "There are only two melons over ten kilograms left, so make sure they are ripe."

"Then I want this!" Wu Hen quickly picked up the biggest one and almost knocked over the edamame bowl beside him when he turned around.

"The captain said it needed to be refrigerated—Hey, hey, hey, why are you hiding this weight in your arms?"

"You little brat!" Lin Qiye's voice came from behind him, with a hint of ridicule and scolding.

Wu Hen turned around and saw his captain leaning against the grill.

He folded the map into a small square and stuffed it into his military uniform pocket. He rested his knuckles on his chin and looked at him. "Are you bargaining with the profiteer?"

"How can that be possible?" Wu Hen stuffed the watermelon into Lin Qiye's arms.

I caught a glimpse of the silver lines faintly visible under the opponent's epaulettes - that was the special evil-locking pattern made by the Night Squad.

"The system says this melon can ward off evil. Hold it."

"Nonsense." Lin Qiye squeezed the watermelon and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The hustle and bustle of the night market seemed to have been paused, with the oily skewers hanging in the air.

The sound of finger-guessing games at the next table was muffled in my throat.

The hairs on the back of Wu Hen's neck stood up, and the stench of decay suddenly became so strong that it choked him.

It was like someone had stuffed a half-rotten dead fish into his nostrils.

"team leader--"

"Cover your ears." Lin Qiye stuffed the watermelon into Wu Hen's arms and drew out the black sheathed knife from his waist.

The crisp sound of the scabbard knocking against the bluestone slabs woke the world up.

The old man at the barbecue stall screamed "Oh my God!" and squatted behind the counter, and the bowl of edamame fell to the ground with a "clang".

There was a sound of dislocating bones coming from the direction of the west wall.

Ming Liu walked out from the shadows.

Half of his face was still swollen - it was from the kick he received from Lin Qiye during the day.

The other half of his face was an unreal bluish-gray, and his eyeballs were red enough to bleed.

The corners of his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing his jagged yellow teeth. "Captain Lin... you have a good trick."

His throat felt like it was clogged with rags, and every word he said was hissed, "Lock me in the dungeon?

Do you think I am one of those weaklings?

Wu Hen then noticed the knot on his wrist - it was the soul-locking knot made by An Qingyu.

At this moment, black smoke was coming out and the rope was burned black, but it couldn't be cut off.

"An Qingyu!" Lin Qiye shouted without turning his head.

"Here I am." A female voice came from the direction of the dungeon, with a hint of nonchalant sweetness.

"The rope was soaked in black dog blood. How long do you think he chewed it?"

Ming Liu turned his head suddenly, his gray face twisted into a devilish look: "Bitch! I'm going to peel off your skin--"

"Take care of yourself first." Lin Qiye took a step forward, and the black sheathed knife came out with a "clang".

The blade reflected the lantern light, but it was cold and white, “Who taught you this evil magic?

How does it feel to have the blood of a living person refined into your bones?

Ming Liu suddenly laughed, and his laughter sounded like nails scratching glass: "It feels good. Lin Qiye, do you think you can protect this broken town? My master's people have been here for a long time——"

He suddenly roared, and half of his gray face cracked open, revealing the white bones inside.

"Take this bone blast from me!"

Wu Hen's eyes blurred, and countless white bone fragments covered in black blood flew towards him.

He instinctively pulled the watermelon in front of him, and the system prompt exploded into a scream: [Warning! Host is about to be penetrated! Triggering the mission reward "Eat the watermelon and save me"!]

The watermelon cracked open with a bang.

The red flesh mixed with ice chips exploded into a rain of fragments all over the sky, actually blocking the wave of bone fragments.

Wu Hen staggered due to the impact, but he saw a jade bead as big as a fingernail embedded in the broken flesh.

It is glowing with a warm yellow light - it is the system task reward!

"Good boy!" Lin Qiye chuckled softly, and the knife flashed like lightning and slashed towards Ming Liu.

Ming Liu hurriedly raised his bone shield to block, but saw the blade scraping across the bone surface, leaving deep marks like cutting tofu.

It turned out that a red rope had been wrapped around Lin Qiye's knife at some point, and it was the soul-locking buckle that An Qingyu had used to tie up people just now.

"An Qingyu!"

Wu Hen suddenly realized, "Did you put the rope end into the captain's scabbard?"

“Discovered?”

An Qingyu's voice drifted from the dungeon, a little teasing, "Who told some people to always say I'm too harsh?"

Ming Liu's bone shield shattered into pieces.

Lin Qiye's knife tip was pressed against his Adam's apple, and the cold light made his pupils shrink sharply: "Tell me, where is your master?"

"Pooh!"

Ming Liu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

“Even if I die——”

"Don't be in such a hurry to die."

Wu Hen came over with a piece of watermelon in his mouth, and Yuzhu felt hot in his palm.

"The system said your bones can be used to make itching powder, but I'm worried I don't have the ingredients."

He shook the jade bead in his hand and said, "Besides... who is that?"

Ming Liu turned her head following his gaze.

In the direction of the dungeon, Jiang Er was walking towards them carrying a lantern that made them angry.

In the light, Lu Baoyou was holding a fire stick with a piece of charred rope on the tip - the same piece that Ming Liu had just bitten off.

"A new recruit?" Ming Liu sneered.

"He's a new recruit who can memorize all 365 torture rules from the Demon Suppression Codex."

Jiang Er poked the lamp on the ground, the flames reflected a coldness in his eyes, "Evil cultivators who harm the people should be crushed to dust according to the law.

Lu Baoyou, go and bring the brazier.

Lu Baoyou swallowed his saliva and ran away.

Ming Liu panicked, his Adam's apple trembling against the tip of the knife: "I surrender!

I admit it!

The master is in——"

"It's too late." Lin Qiye turned his wrist and hit him on the back of the neck with the back of the knife.

Ming Liu rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, and Jiang Er immediately tied him up like a dumpling with a soul-locking buckle.

The night market is bustling again.

The old man at the barbecue stall came out from behind the counter and picked up the edamame tremblingly: "Gentlemen...this melon money..."

"Record it on the Demon Suppression Division's account." Lin Qiye put the knife back into its sheath and glanced at the jade bead in Wu Hen's hand.

“System reward?”

"Yes!" Wu Hen put the jade beads into his pocket and took out a piece of watermelon and handed it over.

“Try it, it’s really sweet.”

Lin Qiye took a bite and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Where are the seeds?"

"I vomited for you."

Wu Hen pointed to the crumbs at his feet.

"The jade beads awarded for the system quest 'Self-cultivation of the Melon-eating Crowd' are said to be able to suppress all evil."

He squatted down and picked at the broken flesh, and suddenly felt something hard - a piece of broken jade.

Together with the piece that was given to Jiang Er before, it can form a complete Bagua pattern.

Wu Hen looked up and met Lin Qiye's half-smiling eyes.

From the distant dungeon, An Qingyu's voice drifted over: "Jiang Er, collect Ming Liu's bones. Have Lu Baoyou feed them to the dogs tomorrow."

The stench in the wind dissipated, and the aroma of grilled skewers wrapped in the sweetness of watermelon spread over the bluestone road and over the vermilion lintel of the Demon Suppression Division.

Wu Hen licked the watermelon juice at the corner of his mouth and suddenly felt that the night was sweeter than the spiritual fruits in the system mall.

In the clouds above the western wall, the pair of dark red eyes slowly closed.