Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 720: 7 Nights of Teaching in the Sky, Nightfall of Capturing Yu Xie

The bluestone slabs of the training ground were darkened by the morning dew.

Lin Qiye stepped on the dew and jumped onto the railing of the observatory, the tips of his military boots making light sounds on the stone surface.

He was holding a half-piece of burnt cumin crispy bone in his arms - Wu Hen had just snatched it from Yuan Gang and stuffed it into his hand.

It was now dripping with oil, leaving a dark brown circular spot on the front of his black uniform.

"Stand up!" Lin Qiye bit a piece of brittle bone.

The debris sprayed on the faces of the team members who formed a semicircle below. "If you don't practice swords and spears and draw talismans today, I will teach you a lesson."

Wu Hen squatted in the front row, crossed his legs and ate corn.

The system notification chimed in my head: [Today's random task: Drive Lin Qiye crazy with three sentences of nonsense. Reward: Iced mung bean soup x3 (with ice).]

His eyes lit up, and he pounded the corn cob into the ground: "Captain, yesterday you said that the inner elixir of monsters is divided into yin and yang."

"So, if we combine the inner cores of a male and female fox, can they be used as a token of love?"

"Get lost." Lin Qiye picked up the brittle bone and threw it at Wu Hen, but he dodged it by tilting his head.

"An Qingyu, lend him your demon-subduing pestle to knock him on the head and wake him up."

An Qingyu was leaning against the pillar of the observatory, rubbing the pestle. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and smiled: "If Wu Hen dares to accept it, I will dare to knock it."

Her fingertips brushed across the Sanskrit characters on the pestle, and the morning light flowed on the bronze surface like half-coagulated blood.

"Sister An is taking revenge on someone else!"

Wu Hen touched the back of his neck and shrank his neck. He saw Yuan Gang coming out of the martial arts hall with a dark face and quickly changed the subject.

“So, you said this class is live, so you want to let monsters in to practice?

My system just received a task——"

"Let go of you, you big-headed ghost." Lin Qiye kicked him on the butt and raised his chin to point to the southeast.

In the valley where the morning mist had not yet dissipated, a few wisps of gray smoke were snake-like upwards into the sky. "As soon as the Zhenxu Monument was destroyed, the escaped Yu Xie appeared.

Old man Yuan's demon-detecting flag was shaking like a convulsion this morning, saying that there was a deadly corpse hidden in the mass grave.

Yuan Gang's curse exploded from behind: "Stinky boy, the Demon-Detecting Banner is a magic weapon, not a wind chime!"

He threw half a bag of grilled sausages—the three that Wu Hen had been robbed of yesterday—on the ground.

"Lin Qiye, you take Ye Mu to clean up the mess, I'll keep an eye on these guys and train them!

Wu Hen, bring the list!

"Hey, hey, hey, old man Yuan is cheating!" Wu Hen rushed over to grab the sausage, but was poked by Yuan Gang with a flagpole and jumped to his feet.

"The system said the reward for submitting the list is iced sour plum soup, but your sausage is cold!"

"Cold food is good for your health!" Yuan Gang picked up the list and was about to stuff it into his arms.

Suddenly he stopped, squinting his eyes and staring at the back of Wu Hen's neck, "Where did that red mark on your neck come from?"

"I won it from the system lottery!" Wu Hen covered the burning back of his neck and rushed behind Lin Qiye.

"Captain, hurry up, the corpse is about to escape!"

Lin Qiye suppressed his laughter and blew a whistle, and the Night Team members immediately packed up their equipment.

Baili Pangpang threw his Qiankun bag, which could hold half a pig, onto his shoulder. The bag jingled and clanged – who knew how much braised food was stuffed into it.

An Qingyu put the demon-subduing pestle on his waist, and his dark clothes rustled in the morning breeze.

Wu Hen took out the talisman paper rewarded by the system and spun it around on his fingertips. "The system said this 'Pee and Shit Talisman' is effective against corpse evil spirits, but the side effects are a bit severe..."

"The side effect is that you fart three times loudly first?" An Qingyu raised his eyebrows.

"Sister An, how did you know?"

"You used it against the fox demon last month."

The gray smoke in the valley suddenly became thicker, and the wind mixed with the smell of rotten meat blew over.

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly shrank, and he drew the demon-slaying sword from his waist. The sound of the sword was like tearing silk: "Why are you running?

It is coming to find us."

Before he could finish his words, a clicking sound of dislocated bones came from the direction of the mass grave.

In the gray mist, a skeleton two meters tall broke through the tombstone and rushed out, with rotten yellow paper hanging between its ribs.

There was a long, rusty nail stuck in the top of his head - it was the evil corpse that had escaped and absorbed the spiritual energy of the Zhenxu Monument.

"Bai Li, block the road!" Lin Qiye jumped into the air.

The blade gleamed through the morning mist, "An Qingyu, break that soul-pinching nail!

Wu Hen, throw your broken talisman into its mouth!

Baili Pangpang frantically took something out of his Qiankun bag, took out a greasy braised chicken leg and stuffed it back in.

Finally he took out a bronze mirror and said, "Stop!" The mirror reflected a golden moon.

A golden light immediately rose from the exit of the valley, and the corpse smashed into the wall of light, with sparks flying from its bones.

An Qingyu's demon-subduing pestle had already hit the corpse's crown.

The rusty nails broke with a sound, and foul-smelling black blood oozed out from the cracks in the bones.

The evil corpse raised its head and screamed, its ribs suddenly growing longer, piercing An Qingyu's heart like steel needles.

"System prompt: Urgent mission!

Use the Piss and Fart Talisman to resolve the crisis.

Reward: Roasted Kidney x5 (freshly roasted).

Wu Hen grinned, and the talisman paper at his fingertips burned into a red light, and he slapped it into the corpse's open mouth.

The next second, a pungent sour smell exploded from the valley, ten times stronger than a rotten egg that had been rotten for three months.

The corpse's skeleton trembled violently, and its ribs broke with a "crack", and yellow paper fragments mixed with black blood sprayed three feet away.

"Ugh—" Fatty Baili leaned on the tombstone and vomited, "Wu Hen, is this talisman marinated with stinky tofu?"

Lin Qiye covered his mouth and nose as he fell to the ground. His demon-slaying knife pierced into the corpse's spine. "Your talisman has covered up the smell of my brittle bones."

He pulled out the Soul Nail with his backhand, with half a piece of talisman paper still stuck to it. "But... well done."

Wu Hen was squatting beside him, picking at the roasted kidneys that the system had rewarded him. He looked up and smiled, "Captain, this talisman is actually called the 'Biochemical Weapon Talisman'. The system says—"

“Shut up.” Lin Qiye threw the Soul Nail into the demon-collecting bottle handed to him by Yuan Gang, then turned and looked outside the valley.

In the morning light, Shen Qingzhu was leaning on the railing and looking over here, holding half of the explosive fire talisman in his hand.

When the little girl saw him looking at her, she immediately straightened her back and held the talisman paper high.

An Qingyu came over, and the blood on the pestle dripped onto the bluestone slab.

A small flower blossomed: "That just now was just like your first mission."

Lin Qiye looked at Shen Qingzhu's shining eyes and suddenly smiled: "Are they similar?"

He took out the last half of the bone from his arms and threw it to Wu Hen, "Let's go back to the Demon Suppression Division to eat roasted kidneys.

Old man Yuan, take the list first——"

"You little bastard!"

Yuan Gang chased after him, holding the demon-catching bottle, "You haven't returned the sausage to me yet!"

Wu Hen ran off with the roasted kidney in his mouth. The system prompt sounded again: [Today's hidden task: Let Yuan Gang chase you for three kilometers. Reward: Iced sour plum soup x5 (with ice and osmanthus).]

He turned around and winked: "Old man Yuan, if you catch up with me, I will return the sausage to you!"

The mountain breeze carried the aroma of roasted kidneys across the training ground, and the Xuanniao flag fluttered overhead.

Shen Qingzhu touched the talisman paper in his arms, and his fingertips stopped shaking.

She looked at the backs of the Night Team members and whispered, "I want to become a demon slayer like them."

In the morning light, on the eaves of the Demon Suppression Division, a small black bird flapped its wings and flew towards the rising blood sun.

The frying pan in the back alley of the Demon Suppression Division was sizzling. Wu Hen squatted in front of the barbecue stall, picking at the iron skewers.

The system prompt sound exploded into a string of small bells in my mind: [Detected the fluctuations of high-level evil cultivators, coordinates are on the west wall of the Demon Suppression Division.

Today's suicidal mission: Use three swear words to make Ming Liu cry.

Reward: 2 freshly roasted lamb legs (sprinkled with chili powder). His hand trembled, and the half-cooked kidney he had just flipped over fell "plop" into the charcoal ash.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye asked, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

He came over carrying half a bag of grilled sausages that Yuan Gang had chased for three blocks to get back.

"Your face is as pale as An Qingyu's demon-subduing pestle."

"Captain, please smell it." Wu Hen sniffed, squatted on the ground and used his toes to pick up the charcoal ash.

"Does it smell like rotten peach pits mixed with smelly copper coins?"

He suddenly jumped up and stabbed Lin Qiye's chest with the iron skewer.

"The system says that old bastard Ming Liu is hiding behind the west wall! Last month he stole half a piece of toasted gluten from me, and I still hold a grudge against him!"

Lin Qiye's cigarette fell to the ground with a puff.

He took out the demon-slaying sword from his waist, and the scabbard knocked sparks against the bluestone slab. "Okay, I was just worried about where to test the newly sharpened blade."

He hooked Wu Hen's head and dragged him to the alley entrance.

"An Qingyu and the others are in the martial arts hall teaching the new recruits how to draw ghost-suppressing talismans. Let's go meet this 'Messenger of the Ancient God' first—"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of tiles breaking came from the direction of the west wall.

A man in a dark green Taoist robe jumped down from the eaves, with a half-faded red string hanging from a silver hairpin in his hair.

It was Ming Liu who had competed with Wu Hen for roasted gluten in the ghost market half a month ago.

He glanced at the iron skewer in Wu Hen's hand and sneered, "Little bastard, didn't you beat me enough last time?"

"Master Ming Liu has a good memory." Wu Hen put the iron skewers into his waistband, crossed his arms and shook his head.

"Last time you claimed to be a messenger of the ancient gods, but you were forced to jump into a cesspool by half a talisman I used to exorcise evil spirits—so, are you here to get grilled gluten that smells like a cesspool today?"

Lin Qiye coughed twice while suppressing his laughter: "Wu Hen, you should be slapped in the mouth with Old Man Yuan's demon-detecting banner."

He took a half step forward, and the demon-slaying sword came out of its sheath with a buzz.

"Ming Liu, you dare to show up right after the Zhenxu Monument was destroyed. Do you think the Demon Suppression Division is your backyard?"

Ming Liu's fingers suddenly pinched into his palm.

He stared at the black bird pattern jade pendant on Lin Qiye's waist.

He scanned the faint system light pattern on Wu Hen's neck and suddenly laughed: "Do you think I'm here to die?"

He raised his hand and took off the silver hairpin, and the black jade embedded in the tip of the hairpin cracked with a "crack".

"The magic ring given by the ancient gods is enough for me to recover 30% of my cultivation—"

“30%?”

Wu Hen scratched his ears and said, "I won a 50% chance of winning a cultivation pill in the system lottery, but I got diarrhea after taking it."

He squatted down to pick up the kidney that had just fallen, dusted it off and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Brother Ming Liu, this magic ring of yours is not a fake one bought in the ghost market, right?

The same item that the fox demon wore last time was smashed into pieces by Sister An.

Ming Liu's pupils shrank into needle points in an instant.

He suddenly crushed the black jade, and a blue-grey mist rose from his body.

Even the sycamore trees in the back alley began to shed their leaves. "Little bastard, I'm going to pull out your tongue and feed it to the maggots!"

The sound of iron chains dragging against the ground echoed through the mist. The bronze ring on his wrist glowed faintly. "Shenxu. Open!"

The sky over the entire Demon Suppression Division suddenly darkened.

Wu Hen looked up and saw a swirling black hole floating in the clouds, like a closed eye.

Ming Liu took out a bronze lantern from his sleeve. The wick was a hair covered with blood scabs.

With a snap, the light was turned on - the black hole opened with a "swish", and the eaves of the Demon Suppression Division were reflected in the dark red pupils.

"What the hell is this?" Wu Hen staggered under the sudden pressure. The system prompt sounded like crazy: [Warning! High-level evil magic: Ghost Eye has appeared! Urgent task: Use the Piss and Fuck Talisman to cover its eyes.]

"Reward: Iced sour plum soup x10 (with ice, osmanthus flowers, and candied dates).]

His hands were shaking as he took out the talisman paper. "Captain, this lamp can't be the 'Soul-Guiding Lamp' from the Ancient God Church, right?"

"Yes." Lin Qiye's demon-slaying sword spun in his palm, and the blade light split the dark wind that was blowing towards him.