Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 675: Strange Fragrance in the Pavilion

Cheng Dui patted Fang Zuo on the shoulder, and the heavy voice was like a huge rock pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

"Xiao Zuo, Lu Qiu... is gone. In front of Tujiao Pass, he used his life to buy time for everyone." Fang Zuo's body shook, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He bit his lower lip hard to prevent the tears from falling, but there seemed to be something blocking his throat, making him unable to speak.

War is so fucking cruel.

On the smoke-filled battlefield, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen stood back to back, both covered in blood and in a miserable state.

Across from them, a gigantic white tiger was staring at them fiercely, its sharp claws digging deep marks on the ground.

"This beast is so thick-skinned!" Wu Hen wiped the blood off his face and spat.

"I've already fired three rounds at it with my bazooka, but it still hasn't been knocked down!"

"System, do you have any good suggestions?" Wu Hen muttered to himself.

"Ding! The host is detected to be in trouble. It is recommended to use the 'Ancient Divine Beast Summoning Card'!"

"You can summon the ancient mythical beast 'Chaos' for five minutes, which is enough to turn the tide of battle!" The system's voice was mechanical but full of temptation.

Wu Hen's eyes lit up: "Wow! Chaos! Is that the legendary Chaos that can devour everything? Summon it to me!"

Lin Qiye was about to burn his life again, but suddenly he felt a powerful breath descending from the sky.

Before he could react, a dazzling pillar of lightning descended from the sky, enveloping the white tiger.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the smoke and dust dissipated, and several figures slowly walked out from the lightning. Leading them was a woman wearing black tights and with a stern face - Bu Li.

"Psychic team? Why are you here?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

"I'm passing by and want to help you." Bu Li said lightly, but his eyes fell on the white tiger that had stopped moving.

"The mystery of Klein's peak state... is quite interesting." She smiled contemptuously, "I didn't expect that we would run into him."

"Thank you, Captain Bu, for your help!" Lin Qiye clasped his fists.

Although he knew that Bu Li's "passing by" was just an excuse, the other party's appearance was undoubtedly a timely help.

Bu Li waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite.

The members of the psychic team then disappeared in the lightning, coming and going like the wind, leaving only the mess on the ground and the lingering smell of thunder and lightning in the air.

"Wow, this psychic team is really elusive." Wu Hen exclaimed.

"That's right. This white tiger is so unlucky. It's the worst misfortune for it to encounter them." Lin Qiye felt the same way.

At this time, in the Demon Suppression Division far away from the battlefield, Shen Changqing was stepping into the attic of the Demon Suppression Pavilion.

The attic was silent, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance, the scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood.

This smell made Shen Changqing feel a little uncomfortable, but inexplicably... attracted him.

He took a deep breath and thought to himself, "What secrets are hidden in this attic?"

He gently pushed open a wooden door...

The wooden door creaked slightly, and a stronger scent of ink mixed with the smell of blood came to his face. Shen Changqing frowned involuntarily.

The attic was dimly lit, with tiny dust particles floating in the air, sparkling with golden light in the faint light.

The bookshelves are filled with old books, some of which are badly damaged, with yellowed and curled pages, as if they will turn to dust at any time.

There were some papers scattered on the ground, with some strange runes drawn on them, and some dark red marks, like dried blood.

Shen Changqing stepped into the attic carefully, his footsteps so light that they made almost no sound.

He looked around, his eyes finally landing on a table in the center of the room.

There was an oil lamp on the table, and the flickering light illuminated an open ancient book on the table.

The pages of the book were densely covered with tiny handwriting. Shen Changqing took a closer look and found that he didn't recognize any of the words.

"What kind of text is this?" Shen Changqing thought to himself, reaching out to touch the ancient book.

Just then, he suddenly heard a slight sound behind him.

Shen Changqing turned around suddenly, but saw nothing.

"Is it my illusion?" Shen Changqing was puzzled and turned his head to look at the ancient book again.

However, the moment he looked at the ancient book again, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"Who!" Shen Changqing turned around suddenly and shouted sternly.

At the same time, on a battlefield thousands of miles away from the Demon Suppression Division,

The white tiger, who was originally "dead", had its eyelids trembling slightly, and slowly opened its eyes... Those eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.