Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 656: Death in Prison, Lament for Zhou Ping'er's 7 Nights, Cowherd Shocks Everyone

"Hey, wait for me! What are you trying to do?"

Wu Hen shouted behind Yubai Lilong and ran all the way, almost sticking his tongue out.

This kid walks too fast!

Yubai Lilong stopped and glanced back at the breathless Wu Hen.

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Want to know the truth? Then follow me."

After saying that, he pushed open the heavy door of Tokyo Tower.

Wu Hen followed him in, confused, muttering to himself, "This guy is so mysterious, it's like he's in a horror movie. Is he trying to scare me?"

Inside Tokyo Tower, the lights are dim and the atmosphere is eerie.

Wu Hen felt a chill on his back and couldn't help rubbing his arms.

At this moment, Yubai Litaki suddenly stopped and pointed to an inconspicuous corner in front and said, "It's here."

Wu Hen walked closer and found some miscellaneous items piled in the corner, nothing special.

"Here? What secrets are there here?" Wu Hen scratched his head, totally confused as to what was going on in Youbaililong Gourd.

Yushiro Ritaki didn't say anything, but just reached out and started rummaging through the pile of junk.

After a while, he took out a dusty box.

"Look!" Yushiro Ritaki opened the box and found an ordinary-looking pair of chopsticks inside.

Wu Hen was even more confused: "A chopstick? What's so special about this thing?"

He picked up the chopsticks and looked at them carefully, but found nothing unusual except that they were covered with dust.

"These are not ordinary chopsticks," Yuzuki Ritaki smiled mysteriously.

"It contains the power of a powerful person..."

At the same time, in the "Xiu Xiu Er Xian" club in Hokkaido, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Yuzai sat on the sofa with a gloomy face and said nothing.

"Lord Yuzai, what's wrong with you?" Kyosuke asked cautiously, fearing to anger this moody messenger of God.

"I sensed a powerful aura..."

Prison Disaster spoke slowly, his tone filled with disbelief, "This aura actually exceeds the limits of human beings!"

"Beyond the limits of human beings?" Kyosuke widened his eyes in surprise.

"How is this possible? Could it be that the gods have descended?"

"No, not a god,"

Prison Disaster shook his head.

"This aura, though powerful, is not that of a god. It is more like... the power of a human!"

"Human power?"

Kyosuke was even more confused. "Is there really anyone in this world who can surpass the limits of human beings?"

At this time, Wu Hen pushed the door open and walked in, holding the dusty chopsticks in his hand, and said with a smile: "Of course! If you don't believe me, look!"

Yuzai's eyes fell on the chopsticks, his brows furrowed.

He could feel that this seemingly ordinary pair of chopsticks actually contained a power that could shake the heavens and the earth!

Wu Hen cleared his throat and began to tell Zhou Ping'er's story: "It is said that in Daxia there was a mortal sword immortal named Zhou Ping'er..."

As Wu Hen spoke, Yu Zai's expression became more and more solemn.

He never thought that an ordinary human being could break the limit, hold the law in his hands, and kill gods with a sword!

"Zhou Ping'er..." Yuzai muttered to himself, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

There is doubt, desire, and a hint of indescribable fear.

"Who exactly is this Zhou Ping'er?"

"Zhou Ping'er?"

A hint of doubt, mixed with a bit of desire, appeared on Yuzai's originally gloomy face.

He repeated the name over and over again, as if he wanted to carve these two words into the depths of his soul.

"Zhou Ping'er...Zhou Ping'er...Red Dust Sword Immortal Zhou Ping'er..."

The voice of the prison disaster became lower and lower, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was asking a question to the whole world.

"Gripping the laws in hand, slaying the gods with a sword...what a magnificent sight!"

Wu Hen shrugged and chuckled, "That was quite explosive! What a pity, I didn't see it with my own eyes."

"But, I heard from the old man that the scene was so shocking that it made the heavens and the earth weep, and it directly pierced a hole in the sky!"

Yu Zai suddenly raised his head and stared at Wu Hen with burning eyes: "You... have you seen Zhou Ping'er?"

Wu Hen curled his lips and said, "I would like to see him, but it's a pity that I was born a few hundred years too late."

"However, I've heard a ton of legends about him! Why, Brother Yuzai, are you also interested in this sword immortal?"

Yuzai did not answer, but slowly closed his eyes, as if imagining Zhou Ping'er's style in his mind.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again.

"Wu Hen, I have a request." Yu Zai's voice was very soft, but it carried an unquestionable power.

Wu Hen was stunned, wondering what tricks this old guy was going to play next?

"What request? Let me make it clear first. If I can't do it, don't blame me."

Prison Disaster took a deep breath and said slowly: "Destroy this cage."

Wu Hen's expression instantly became strange: "No way, Brother Yuzai, are you crazy?"

"I went through so much trouble to trap you, and now you want me to let you go? What do you want?"

A bitter smile appeared on Yuzai's lips. "I admit that I once dreamed of becoming a god, resorting to all means to achieve this, and even committed heinous crimes."

"However, after listening to Zhou Ping'er's story, I realized that true strength does not come from the gift of gods, but from one's own efforts."

"Although I didn't see Zhou Ping'er slay the god with her sword,"

"However, I am already satisfied to see you kill the thunder beast with one sword."

Yuzai's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"This cage has no meaning to me anymore."

Wu Hen scratched his head, still feeling a little unbelievable:

"Brother Prison Disaster, your change is too fast, isn't it? Just now you looked like you wanted to eat me."

"You've come to your senses now? Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

Yuzai shook his head. Now that his time is up, he should do something for himself.

As he spoke, Prison Disaster slowly raised his head and looked at the cage that bound him.

"Help me destroy it, Wu Hen. Let me leave this world with respect for Zhou Ping'er."

Wu Hen was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

He walked over to the prison's cage, reached out, and grasped one of the bars.

"Since you've said that, I'll grant your wish."

Wu Hen took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly and gathered in his hands.

He exerted force suddenly, and with a crisp "click" sound, the indestructible fence was pulled out by him!

The moment the fence broke, Yuzai's body trembled violently, and he felt the vitality in his body was rapidly fading away.

His face turned pale as paper and his eyes began to blur.

"Zhou...Zhou Ping'er..." Yuzai used up his last bit of strength to utter these three words.

Then, his head drooped weakly, and he completely lost his life.

Wu Hen looked at Yu Zai's body with a complicated expression on his face.

He didn't know whether to be happy about being freed from prison or sad about his passing.

"Oh, another poor guy." Wu Hen sighed, threw the fence in his hand to the ground, turned and walked towards the city.

His figure gradually disappeared in the diffuse dust, leaving behind only the devastated Tokyo, trembling in the bleak autumn wind.

Half a day later, in Hokkaido, at the "Xiu Xiu Er Xian" club.

Fatty Baili lazily leaned on the sofa, holding a glass of champagne in his hand and shaking it gently.

"Tsk tsk, this wine is truly wonderful! It's mellow and full-bodied, with an endless aftertaste. It's truly one of life's greatest pleasures!"

Fatty Baili squinted his eyes, looking intoxicated.

Shen Qingzhu sat across from Baili Fatty and couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Fatty, can you please behave yourself?"

"We are here to do business, not to enjoy ourselves!"

Fatty Baili curled his lips and said, "Business? Old Shen, could you please stop being such a spoiler?"

"It's so hard to come to Japan, so of course I have to relax!"

"By the way, are there any beautiful girls here? Arrange a few for me!"

Shen Qingzhu said unhappily, "There are no flower girls, but there are a lot of male models. Do you want any?"

When Baili Pang'er heard this, he shuddered with fear: "Oh my god! I'm not interested in men! Don't mess around!"

Jia Lan'er, who was standing by, covered her mouth and chuckled softly: "Fatty, I didn't expect you to be so innocent!"

Fatty Baili glared at Jia Lan'er and said, "That's right! I'm a serious man!"

They chatted for a while longer, and the topic gradually shifted to Japan's characteristic industries.

"Speaking of which, Japan's gigolo culture is really developed!" Shen Qingzhu sighed.

"I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to see it."

When Fatty Baili heard this, he immediately became excited: "Cowherd? What's so good about that thing?"

"Aren't they just a bunch of gigolos who rely on their looks to make a living? Man, if I had wanted to debut back then, I would have become a rising star in the Japanese gigolo world long ago!"

"Tsk, you?" Jia Lan'er looked unconvinced. "With your figure, how can you attract customers?"

Fatty Baili immediately became unhappy: "Hey, little girl, how can you talk like that? Bro, this is called plump! Do you know how to appreciate it?"

Just as several people were arguing, Shen Qingzhu suddenly took out a flyer from his pocket.

"Stop arguing and look at this."

Everyone looked at the flyer in Shen Qingzhu's hand in confusion. They saw the words "Black Wutong Club" written in large letters on it, and a photo printed below.

In the photo, a young man is smiling charmingly at the camera.

He has delicate features, deep eyes, and exudes an irresistible charm.

"Fuck! Isn't this Lin Qiye?" Fatty Baili widened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

Jia Lan'er also came over and took a closer look at the photo. She couldn't help but gasp, "It really is Lin Qiye! How could he be working as a gigolo here?"

Shen Qingzhu shrugged: "Who knows? Maybe it's to experience life."

Baili Pang'er had a strange expression on his face: "Experience life? I think he wants to charm those rich ladies!"

As he spoke, Fatty Baili was about to reach out to grab the flyer: "No, this thing needs to be photocopied and framed!"

"From now on, buddy, I can brag about knowing a God Slayer who works as a gigolo!"

Jia Lan'er snatched the flyer away and said angrily, "You wish! Such precious photos, of course I have to keep them personally!"

Just as the two were fighting over the flyer, Shen Qingzhu suddenly pointed to another corner of the flyer and asked in confusion, "Huh? Look, who is this person?"

Everyone looked in the direction of Shen Qingzhu's finger and saw a middle-aged man standing behind Lin Qiye.

He was fat, with sparse hair, a flattering smile on his face, and he opened his arms as if wanting to hug Lin Qiye.

Baili Pang'er frowned and looked at the middle-aged man carefully.

He murmured to himself, "This person...why do I feel like he looks familiar?"