Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 722: The new recruit wakes up from his dream and is given a lesson. The mystery is yet to be

Dew from the late night still hung on the window frames, and the fluorescent lights in the indoor training ground flickered.

The sound of An Qingyu's military boots stepping on the ground first hit his ears, followed by a "bang" sound of kicking the door - more than 600 new recruits were lying on the mats in all directions, like cabbages wilted by a rainstorm.

"Stand up, everyone!" The black instructor at the front of the platoon picked up a rubber stick and pounded it into the ground, with the tip of the stick poking a recruit's buttock.

The boy jumped up with a roar, knocking over the dumbbell rack next to him, and knocking down a group of people with a "crash".

Ding Chongfeng was woken up by someone kicking him in the waist.

He rubbed his aching lower back and sat up, the scene before he fainted still flashing in front of his eyes: Shen Changqing was standing in the fire wearing a fox mask,

The instructors all fell in a pool of blood, and the monster's claws were about to scratch his neck - and now...

His crotch was still stained with dust from the training ground, and the smell of disinfectant wafted through his nose. How could there be any monster?

"Are you playing with monkeys?" Ding Chongfeng stood up, veins throbbing on his forehead.

"I clearly saw last night..."

"Did you see Shen Changqing wearing a fox mask to save you?

See that all of us instructors are dead?" An Qingyu leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, his eyebrows raised like a knife.

"Are you awake? That's a simulated illusion."

"The anti-interference test of the Demon Suppression Training Camp began the day you put on your trainee badge."

A buzzing sound erupted in the training ground.

Some recruits rubbed their eyes and muttered, "This is too real."

Some of them gathered together and said, "What I saw was a three-headed snake."

Ding Chongfeng clenched his fists and pushed forward: "Then what was that foul smell I smelled before I passed out?"

"besides......"

"And the broken jade in your trouser pocket?"

An Qingyu suddenly stretched out her hand, and Ding Chongfeng subconsciously covered his trouser pocket, and saw that she was holding a piece of broken jade with Bagua pattern between her fingertips.

It fits perfectly with the piece he just found, "The introduction to the illusion of the Mingliu Sect.

Do you think it's an illusion?

Wrong—someone used the illusion as a cover to plant the mark of an evil cultivator in your consciousness.

The whole place was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the fluorescent lights.

Yuan Gang walked out from behind An Qingyu, his back straight as a javelin.

But the white hair at his temples was more eye-catching than yesterday: "At five o'clock this morning, I had all the new recruits' EEG devices checked.

Out of 637 people, 312 were marked.

If Instructor An hadn't led the Night Squad to clear out the area overnight..."

"Instructor Yuan."

An Qingyu interrupted him, her voice as cold as ice.

"What I want to ask is - why was the surveillance camera at the shooting range black from 6 to 8 pm yesterday evening?"

"You said you checked all the new recruits' information, but I found blood marks of the Ancient God Church on the shell casing of target number seventeen."

Yuan Gang's Adam's apple moved.

He took out his cigarette case and put it down again, the cigarette case deformed in his palm. "It's my fault. The monitoring system of the training camp is under the management of the logistics department. I..."

"You should not say 'I', but 'we'." Lin Qiye's voice floated over from the corner of the training ground.

Wu Hen followed him out, holding half a piece of watermelon in his hand - no one knew where he got it from.

The red flesh was stained with dust from the training ground. "Old Yuan, you've been the chief instructor for ten years. You should know how far the evil cultivators can reach."

"If the illusion had been broken half an hour later yesterday..."

"Seven nights."

An Qingyu called him, but her eyes swept over the watermelon in Wu Hen's hand, "You two seem quite free."

“How can I not be idle?”

Wu Hen stuffed the watermelon into Lin Qiye's arms and licked the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth.

"The system just gave me a task, telling me to keep an eye on the suspicious individuals among the new recruits."

"The reward was unlimited refills of iced sour plum soup – do you think this counts as a work-related injury?"

Lin Qiye took a bite of the watermelon and suddenly laughed out loud: "Your system really knows how to pick the right time."

"Of course." Wu Hen winked and caught a glimpse of a new recruit in a gray coat moving towards the door in the crowd.

The boy was not tall, his face was hidden under the brim of his hat, and his left hand was in his pocket - he was in the third row when we gathered just now, so how did he sneak to the door now?

“Hey, that guy!”

Wu Hen yelled at the top of his voice, "You're wearing your hat so low, are you afraid of getting tanned?"

The man in the gray coat paused.

When he turned around, the brim of his hat slipped down, revealing a clean white face.

A silver earring dangled from her right ear: "Instructor, I... I have a stomachache and need to go to the bathroom."

"bathroom?"

An Qingyu suddenly took two steps forward, his eyes fixed on the earring. "Lu Baoyou, right? Your file says you're allergic to metal, so why are you still wearing earrings?"

Lu Baoyou's face turned pale instantly.

He turned around and ran out the door, but before he touched the door handle,

Lin Qiye had already flashed past like a shadow, and grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and pressed him against the wall.

Wu Hen went over and saw half a piece of blood-stained cloth fall out of his pocket.

It was embroidered with crooked eyes—the same kind you see on bullet casings at a shooting range.

"The mark of a believer of the Church of the Ancient God."

An Qingyu squatted down to pick up the cloth strip. When he looked up, his eyes were blazing with anger. "Yuan Gang, is this what you mean by 'accurate information'?"

Yuan Gang's face flushed crimson. He waved to the guards standing by and said, "Take him away for questioning!"

“No need for trial.”

Lu Baoyou suddenly laughed, the sound like nails scratching glass, "Do you think I'm the only one? Wait until dawn..."

"What if we wait till daybreak?" Wu Hen picked up the rubber stick beside him and knocked on his knee.

"You tell me?"

Lu Baoyou's mouth suddenly closed.

Lin Qiye let go of his hand, and slid down the wall to the ground, his eyes drifting out the window.

Wu Hen muttered as he carried the rubber stick onto his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lu Baoyou secretly stuffing something into the crack in the wall when he was being taken away.

He pretended to bend down to tie his shoelaces, and his fingertips just touched the object - it was a piece of broken jade, which could be pieced together with the Bagua pattern he found earlier to form a complete Tai Chi diagram.

"Wu Hen!"

An Qingyu called out to him, "What are you daydreaming about?"

“No, no, no.”

Wu Hen quickly stood up and held the broken jade in his palm. "I was just thinking about what to eat for lunch."

Lin Qiye walked over and glanced at his clenched fist: "Have you picked up another treasure?"

“How could that be possible?”

Wu Hen chuckled, "It's just a broken stone."

The door of the training ground was rattling in the wind.

Lu Baoyou's footsteps could no longer be heard, but the coolness in the cracks in the wall was still held in Wu Hen's palm.

It was like a thin needle, pricking the back of his neck and making him break out in a cold sweat.

He looked up and out the window, and the dark red shadow in the clouds had disappeared.

But I always feel that a pair of eyes are still staring at me - just like when I was eating watermelon the night before, and just like when Lu Baoyou smiled just now.

“Let’s go.”

Lin Qiye patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go and see how Yuan Gang reports to the higher-ups."

Wu Hen followed him out.

When passing by the crack in the wall, he deliberately kicked the crack between the bricks with the toe of his shoe - the coolness was still there.

I'll have to check the origin of this jade later. Maybe I can exchange it for two kilograms of iced sour plum soup.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard Ding Chongfeng's shouting from behind him: "Instructor! What happened to that illusion? Can we still continue to be demon slayers?"

An Qingyu's voice drifted over: "Want to be a demon slayer? First learn to open your eyes."

Wu Hen touched the jade beads in his pocket.

The evil-suppressing jade bead given by the system the night before was still warm, and it made a sound when it touched the broken jade in the palm of my hand.

He suddenly felt that the smell of the training ground was wrong - it was not disinfectant, but a faint stench of decay.

It was exactly like what Ding Chongfeng said, the smell he smelled before he fell into a coma.

"Brother Qiye."

He tugged at Lin Qiye's sleeve and asked, "Do you smell it?"

“What do you smell?”

“It smells rotten.”

Lin Qiye paused.

He sniffed, his eyes suddenly darkening: "Let's go to the logistics warehouse."

Wu Hen ran after him.

The vermilion lintel of the Demon Suppression Division was dyed gold, but in the shadow of the training ground, the broken jade was still emitting a cold light in the crack of the wall.

Wu Hen didn't tell anyone about the things Lu Baoyou hid when she was taken away - he thought he would come back alone to get them later, since the system task had not been completed yet.

In the cracks between the bricks in the corner of the wall, the Tai Chi pattern on the broken jade suddenly lit up.

The sound of alarm bells came from afar, mixed with the shouting of new recruits, flooding across the bluestone road and the vermilion lintel of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

When Lu Baoyou was escorted out of the training ground, the back of his neck was still burning with pain.

The guards held his hands tightly, but he stared blankly at the toe of his worn-out shoes - the fake earring hurt his earlobe.

He suddenly remembered the gray-robed man he met at the alley entrance three days ago.

"Xiao Lu, your sister's dialysis fee is still 8,000 yuan short."

The note the man handed me was still in his pocket. "The Ancient God Church can help you. Just carve a blood pattern on the bullet casing at target number seventeen."

"Brother?" My sister Xiaoju's voice suddenly exploded in my mind.

Last week, when he went to the hospital to deliver food, Xiaoju grabbed his hand and cried, "The nurse said if you don't pay, the injection will be stopped."

He was squatting in the stairwell and smoking half a pack of cigarettes, his fingernails digging into his palms - who knew that carving a blood pattern was not helping him, but pushing him into the fire pit?

"arrive."

The guard pushed him into the interrogation room, and the iron door locked with a clang.

Lu Baoyou touched the cold iron table edge and suddenly smiled.

After laughing, I wanted to cry again - he thought he was smart enough to hide among the new recruits and be a chess piece,

It turned out that they even found out that he was allergic to metal.

When An Qingyu said "the information is correct", cold sweat broke out on the back of his spine. It turned out that he was the stupidest one.

With a creak, the door opened.

Lin Qiye leaned against the door frame, twirling a pen in his hand. "You don't have to tell me, but your sister is in bed 203 in the Nephrology Department of the Third Municipal Hospital. She has a low-grade fever."

Lu Baoyou looked up suddenly.

Lin Qiye pushed the phone over to him. On the screen, Xiaoju was wrapped in a blue blanket.

Her face flushed red. "The doctor said if we wait another two days, complications will start to appear."

"I......"

Lu Baoyou's throat tightened. "I just carved the shell. I don't know how they planted marks on the recruits' brains!

The gray-robed man said...

"You say this is a ritual to help people get rid of disasters?"

Lin Qiye interrupted him and tapped the table with the tip of his pen, "People from the Ancient God Church are the best at picking on the weak.

Do you think they really care about your sister?

By the time the mark is formed, the new recruits are either crazy or stupid, the Demon Suppression Division is in chaos, and they can take advantage of the situation.

What about your sister then?

He has long been abandoned.

Lu Baoyou dug her nails into her palms.

He remembered the figure in the fox mask in the illusion last night who shouted at him, "Get out of the way" - it turned out that Shen Changqing was not an illusion, there really was someone saving them.

He suddenly stood up, the iron chair legs scraping against the ground and making a creaking sound: "I'll take you to find the man in the gray robe!

He said he would meet at the old power plant in the west of the city at dawn today..."

"Not urgent."

Wu Hen came in with a glass of iced sour plum soup in his hand.

Lu Baoyou stared at the sour plum soup with osmanthus flowers floating in it, and her Adam's apple moved: "Can I...can I call my sister?"

"Let's get down to business after the fight."

Lin Qiye threw him the phone and leaned against the wall to look at the clock.

"Old Yuan is still waiting for your report, and Wu Hen's system tasks won't wait for you."

The call went through. Xiaoju's voice was nasal: "Brother? Why haven't you come to see me for so long?"

"Brother...Brother has been busy with training recently." Lu Baoyou sniffed,

"Just listen to the nurse and I'll bring you the biggest bunch of candied haws tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, he wiped his face and said, “The man in the gray robe has a mole on the left corner of his eye, and speaks with a Sichuan accent.

Last night he gave me half a piece of jade and told me to go to the old power plant to exchange it for money at dawn..."

"Jade?" Wu Hen's eyes lit up.

“Is it the Bagua pattern?

I just found half a piece in the crack of the wall! "He took out the broken jade from his pocket and threw it on the table. The two pieces came together, and the patterns on the Tai Chi diagram were dazzling.

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes: "There is something wrong with this jade."

Wu Hen picked at the broken jade and said, "This is the 'Ancient God Altar Soul Guide'. They asked me to stake out the old power plant tonight.

He nudged Lu Baoyou and asked, "Do you think the man in the gray robe will take the other half of the jade?"

Lu Baoyou didn't say anything.

He stared at the Tai Chi diagram on the table and suddenly remembered the amulet hanging on Xiaoju's bedside - it was also made of this kind of blue-gray jade.

His grandmother in his hometown said that this kind of jade can ward off evil, but how come it became a harmful thing in the hands of the Ancient God Church?

“Let’s go.”

Lin Qiye patted Wu Hen's shoulder and said, "Dabai is waiting outside."

"Dabai?"

Lu Baoyou followed them out and asked, "Who is that?"

"The mechanical dogs raised by the Demon Suppression Bureau are more clever than police dogs."

Wu Hen shook his phone, and a silver-white mechanical dog on the screen wagged its tail at him.

"Brother Qiye said to let it follow you, if you dare to play tricks..."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck and laughed, "But if you really want to mend your ways, I'll treat you to sour plum soup once we catch the man in gray robes."

Lu Baoyou watched the mechanical dog leaping towards him, its claws making a "tapping" sound on the ground.

He squatted down and touched its cold head, and suddenly felt his eyes burning hot - it turned out that in this world,

There is not only the deceptive man in gray robe, but also people who are willing to believe in him and help him.

“Old Lu.”

Lin Qiye stood at the door, his shadow stretched long by the moonlight, "The Demon Suppression Division will cover your sister's dialysis expenses first.

When things are over, if you still want to be a demon slayer... "

"I think so."

Baoyou interrupted him, her voice hoarse, "I want to protect my sister, and I also want to protect others."

Wu Hen stuffed the sour plum soup into his hand and said, "You have to drink it first—the system says you need to drink it to have the strength to catch the bad guys!"

Lu Baoyou tilted his head back and took a sip, the cool, sweet and sour taste rushing straight to his head.

He wiped his mouth and watched Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walk towards the parking lot, with the mechanical dog following them with a "click-clack" sound.

The moon in the east had not yet set, and a foul smell wafted from the direction of the old power plant in the west of the city, exactly the same as the one in the training ground.

He clenched the phone in his pocket - Xiaoju's photo was still on the screensaver, her smiling eyes curved into little crescents.

Lu Baoyou touched the back of her neck where Lin Qiye had pinched her neck, and there was still some warmth there.

He suddenly quickened his pace, and the mechanical dog barked and ran after him.

“Wait for me!”

He shouted, "The man in the gray robe had a missing piece of his left ear. I remember it!"

Wu Hen turned around and winked at him: "Run faster, the sour plum soup won't wait for you!"

The moonlight overlapped the shadows of the three people and extended towards the old power plant in the west of the city.

The broken jade at the base of the wall was still shining, and the patterns of the Tai Chi diagram seemed alive, crawling into the distance along the cracks in the bluestone slabs.

The mechanical dog suddenly pricked up its ears and whined softly into the darkness - there were a pair of dark red eyes staring at their backs.