Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 377: Waking up in the morning, confused by everything, believers gather in a strange place

Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes, and the hangover-like headache made him groan.

what happened?

Am I not on the training ground?

The last memory remained on Zhou Ping'er's overwhelming sword energy tide, and then...

And then it blacked out?

He struggled to sit up and found himself lying on the bed. The room was clean and tidy.

The bedding was neatly folded, totally unlike his usual style after his "artistic creations".

A wave of doubt came to my mind: "How did I get back?"

With a lot of questions in his mind, Lin Qiye pushed the door open and walked towards the training ground.

The morning sun shone on his body, warm, but it could not dispel the fog in his heart.

In the open space, Zhou Ping'er was sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom.

Jialan'er sat aside with her knees hugged, fiddling with the grass on the ground out of boredom.

This scene...

How weird.

It’s already this late and the class hasn’t started yet?

"Brother Ping'er, what's going on today? Did everyone skip class to watch you sweep the floor?"

Lin Qiye walked up to Zhou Ping'er with a teasing look on his face.

Zhou Ping'er looked up at him and said calmly, "The others haven't arrived yet. Let's start later."

"Oh? Others? They also..." Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment and pointed at himself.

"Were you also sent back like me?"

Zhou Ping'er stopped what she was doing and pointed at Jia Lan'er: "She was the one who carried you back."

Lin Qiye was stunned, then looked at Jia Lan'er.

Jialan'er just looked up at him, then lowered her head and continued to fiddle with the grass, with no expression on her face.

Lin Qiye touched his nose and thought to himself: This little girl is quite strong.

At this moment, a noisy sound of footsteps came from the distance, and Wu Hen's voice was mixed in: "Hey, hey, hey, slow down, don't step on my limited edition straw sandals!"

Lin Qiye's mouth twitched. This guy started again.

He looked up and saw Wu Hen leading a group of students walking towards him.

As he walked, he winked at Baili Pang'er beside him: "Pang'er, what delicious food did you dream about last night? You're drooling all over my shoes."

Fatty Baili was bewildered: "I...I didn't dream last night?"

Wu Hen smiled mysteriously: "Not dreaming? Tsk tsk, young man, take care of your health!"

Lin Qiye rolled his eyes and was about to speak when he saw two unfamiliar figures following Wu Hen.

One was wearing a green robe and the other was wearing a white Taoist robe. Both of them had an immortal look and extraordinary temperament.

They walked to the center of the open space, stopped, and swept their eyes over everyone, finally landing on Lin Qiye.

"Lord Whisperer asked us to wait here." The man in green shirt spoke calmly, yet with unquestionable majesty.

"Waiting?" Lin Qiye's heart trembled, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart. Waiting for what?

Lin Qiye scratched his head, turned and walked towards Jia Lan'er, intending to formally thank him: "Um...Jia Lan'er, thank you for bothering me yesterday..."

Before he could finish his words, Jialaner turned her head and snorted softly, pursing her lips as if she didn't want to pay any attention to him.

Lin Qiye was petrified instantly. What was going on?

Are you arrogant?

At this time, An Yuqing and Cao Yuanhai dragged the sleepy Baili Pang'er out of the room and placed him on a small stool.

Fatty Baili rubbed his eyes, looking confused: "What happened? Why am I here?"

Seeing this, Lin Qiye became even more confused: "You guys also...?"

Cao Yuanhai shrugged: "I woke up in a room. Fatty was sleeping on the floor. We didn't know what happened."

As he spoke, Cao Yuanhai looked at Jia Lan'er meaningfully.

Jialan'er's eyes flickered, and she seemed a little guilty, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

Zhou Ping'er coughed lightly, breaking the deadlock: "Everyone is here, let's start the class."

He pointed to the pile of cardboard boxes in the corner and said, "Continue reading in the morning. Pick one for yourself."

Everyone stood up and walked towards the cardboard boxes to choose the books that interested them.

The training ground returned to its former bustle, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Qiye casually picked up a copy of "The Domineering CEO Fell in Love with Me" and flipped through it boredly.

I always feel like something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it.

He looked up and glanced at Jialan'er, who was reading a thick ancient book intently, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

"Ding-ling-ling--" A crisp bell rang, and a black car slowly stopped in front of a dilapidated manor in the suburbs of Lintang City.

Shen Qingzhu and Jiu Xidi got out of the car and looked up at the ancient villa in front of them. A cold and gloomy atmosphere hit them...

The dilapidated manor looked particularly eerie in the morning mist.

Shen Qingzhu got out of the car and looked around. The dilapidated walls and the weed-covered courtyard all exuded an atmosphere of decadence.

He shrugged, thinking that this place was nothing special except that it was a bit old. It was just an unfinished building that had been in disrepair for a long time.

"Tsk, this place is really delicious."

Jiu Xidi was amazed and squinted his eyes to look at the ancient villa in front of him.

"Lord Whisperer must have chosen this place for a reason." He spoke with a double entendre, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

The two men pushed open the rusty iron door, which creaked like the groan of an old monster.

As you walk into the villa, a musty smell hits you in the face, and dust dances in the dim light like a group of restless ghosts.

The walls were mottled and peeling, covered with cobwebs, and in a dilapidated state.

"Is this place...really habitable?"

The ninth seat first covered his nose with disgust and looked around, "Why does it feel like a haunted house?"

"Hey, isn't this Jiu Xidi? Why did you dare to go out today?" A sinister voice came from deep in the corridor.

Jiu Xidi's body stiffened and he turned around to look. A woman in a black dress appeared there at some point.

Her face was pale, her lips were blood red, and she was floating around like a ghost.

"Qi Xidi, I've been saying that every time you appear you look like a ghost. Can you try a different approach?"

Jiu Xidi rolled his eyes in annoyance, obviously very dissatisfied with Qi Xidi's elusive appearance.

"hehe,"

Qi Xidi sneered, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "It seems that Jiu Xidi is still so timid, afraid of ghosts."

Jiu Xidi was suddenly speechless and glared at Qi Xidi fiercely, but he was helpless because this woman was stronger than him.

The Seventh Seat ignored the Ninth Seat and turned his gaze to Shen Qingzhu, saying meaningfully, "This operation isn't just about enjoying the flowers and going outing. I'm afraid we're dealing with... ghosts."

After saying that, she turned and walked deeper into the corridor.

The "tapping" sound of high heels stepping on the floor was particularly harsh in the quiet villa, making people feel creepy.

"Why are you standing there? Follow me."

The voice of the Seventh Master came again, with a hint of impatience, "Lord Whisperer is still waiting for us."

Before she finished her words, she had disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving behind only the sound of high heels echoing in the corridor and a strange atmosphere in the air.

Shen Qingzhu and Jiu Xidi looked at each other, shrugged helplessly, and followed.

The doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor were tightly closed, like huge mouths of the abyss, waiting to swallow everything.

The two men carefully pushed open a wooden door, and with a creak, the scene inside the house came into view.

The room was even more dilapidated than the corridor, with moss growing on the walls and debris piled in the corners.

A figure was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room with his back to the door. Hearing the noise, the person turned around and it was the third person.

"Hey, Laojiu, you're finally here."

The third person leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes swept over the two people.

"Why, you're late? How about you kneel down and sing Conquer?"

Jiu Xidi rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Don't give me that. You're not the Master Whisperer. Who wants to listen to your screams?"

"cut,"

San Xidi curled his lips in disdain and pointed at a shivering figure in the corner.

"This is the newcomer, second in the tenth seat."

In the corner, a young man in coarse linen clothes was hugging his knees, his eyes full of fear.

He raised his head and saw Jiu Xidi and Shen Qingzhu. A look of timidity appeared on his face, and he quickly lowered his head like a frightened little rabbit.

"This little guy is so timid."

The ninth seat was amazed, walked up to the second tenth seat, squatted down, and asked curiously,

"New here, what's your name? How did you get here?"

The second in the tenth seat shrank back as if frightened.

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "My...my...my name is Xiao Shi, and I was...was...chosen."

"Tsk, this mouth looks like it's eaten candied fruit."

Jiu Xidi straightened up, touched his chin, and was quite speechless.

At this time, Qi Xidi slowly walked into the room and glanced around coldly.

Her red lips parted slightly. "Alright, stop wasting time. Let's get started now that everyone is here."

"No way? It's all here now?"

The ninth seat looked at everyone in the room with a puzzled look on his face.

"Including Shen Qingzhu, there are only five of us, right? Where's the guy in the first seat? Isn't he always the most active? Why didn't he come today?"

"Who said you didn't come?"

San Xidi had a mysterious smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with meaning.

"What do you mean?"

Qi Xidi frowned and asked in a bad tone,

"He's here? Where is he? Why can't I see him?"

San Xidi did not answer, but glanced at the corner of the room calmly, and then said in a meaningful tone:

"Master First, he has been watching us the whole time..."

The seventh seat looked at the third seat thoughtfully.