Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 645: Obtaining the Reagent to Eliminate the Disease

Wu Hen looked at the solemn expressions of An Yuqing and Uncle Kyosuke, and his heart skipped a beat. It seemed like something big was going to happen!

"Sister Qing, what's wrong? Did something good happen?" Wu Hen couldn't help but ask. In this depressing atmosphere, he always wanted to do something naughty.

An Yuqing ignored him, took a deep breath, and his eyes became sharp.

She waved her jade hand lightly, and clusters of enchanting purple mist appeared like obedient elves.

It emerged from her body, slowly rising and enveloping the plague gas that permeated everywhere.

This purple mist seemed to have life, constantly spinning and compressing.

It forced the dirty green gas into a ball, then wrapped it up and meandered towards the sky like a giant purple python.

"This thing... is trying to send the virus into space?" Wu Hen scratched his head. This operation is a bit tricky.

Jialan'er looked at the purple mist, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she wanted to say something, but she finally held back.

She walked up to An Yuqing and asked softly, "Do you need help?"

An Yuqing shook her head, her tone calm but with a hint of unquestionableness: "No, I can do it myself."

After saying that, she no longer paid attention to Jialan'er and focused on controlling the purple mist, her eyes focused and serious.

At the same time, Uncle Kyosuke also began to take action.

He tightly gripped the golden long sword in his hand. The blade trembled slightly, making a low humming sound, as if accumulating powerful strength.

He walked towards the coma step by step, each step was heavy and firm.

His eyes were deep and complex, showing hatred for the disease and a hint of imperceptible pity.

"Next, let me see you off for the last time." Uncle Kyosuke murmured in a low and hoarse voice.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then suddenly opened them, his eyes becoming extremely sharp.

He stuck the golden sword in his hand into the ground and formed a strange seal with his hands.

A powerful mental force erupted instantly, completely enveloping the disease.

This is a fantasy!

An illusion woven by Uncle Kyosuke himself, an illusion that is enough to completely sink the disease.

Wu Hen watched from the side and felt a chill rising from behind.

He could feel the powerful pressure emanating from Uncle Kyosuke, as well as his inner struggle and pain.

"This uncle... is not easy to mess with." Wu Hen thought silently in his heart and decided it would be better to stay away from him.

As time passed, beads of sweat appeared on Uncle Kyosuke's forehead and his face turned pale.

Maintaining such an illusion is also a huge burden for him.

But he still gritted his teeth and persevered, his eyes fixed on Bingzai, not daring to relax at all.

He must ensure that the disease is completely defeated in the illusion and that he can successfully extract the antidote.

Finally, Bingzai's body began to tremble, a painful expression appeared on his face, and incoherent groans came out of his mouth.

"No...don't...let me go..."

His body began to mutate, and countless black tentacles emerged from his body, twisting wildly as if trying to break free from their restraints.

But Uncle Kyosuke's mental strength was like a solid wall, trapping him firmly in the illusion and preventing him from breaking free.

Under the constant erosion of the illusion, Bingzai's body gradually collapsed and then reassembled.

The pathogens in his body were completely deconstructed and then rearranged according to some special rules.

Eventually, all the pathogens condensed into a drop of dark blue liquid, suspended in the air, emitting a strange light.

Upon seeing this, An Yuqing immediately took out an exquisite test tube and carefully collected the drop of dark blue liquid.

"Success!" she whispered, with a hint of uncontrollable joy in her tone.

When Uncle Kyosuke heard An Yuqing's voice, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He let out a long sigh and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

But he quickly stopped smiling and his eyes became cold and ruthless.

He turned his head and looked at Bingzai who was struggling in the illusion.

"You are no longer valuable." He said coldly, and then suddenly increased the output of his mental power.

The illusion suddenly became terrifying, and countless evil spirits rushed in from all directions, surrounding the disease.

Bingzai let out a desperate scream as his body was torn to pieces by the evil spirits and his soul was devoured completely.

He died a miserable and meaningless death.

Uncle Kyosuke slowly withdrew his mental power, his body shook and he almost fell to the ground.

His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, but he didn't care. He just stood there quietly, his eyes empty and confused.

An Yuqing walked over to Uncle Jing Jieer, handed him a bottle of water, and said softly, "Drink some water, you've consumed too much."

Uncle Kyosuke took the water, drank it in one gulp, and then let out a long breath.

He turned his head and looked at An Yuqing.

"Thank you, Miss An," he said sincerely.

"You're welcome. This is the result of our cooperation." An Yuqing said calmly, "Next, there's one more thing I need your help with."

She pointed at Bingzai's body and said, "Throw his body high into the air and then explode it."

Uncle Kyosuke nodded, didn't ask any questions, and just did as he was told.

He picked up Bingzai's body and jumped high into the air.

He then exploded the body of the plague.

With a loud bang, a dazzling light exploded in the sky, illuminating the entire Tokyo like daylight.

An Yuqing looked at the light in the sky, she turned her head and looked at Uncle Jing Jieer,

He said softly, "Mr. Kyosuke, the gamma drug in the test tube can keep your son alive."

Uncle Jingjie'er was shocked when he heard this. He grabbed An Yuqing's shoulders excitedly.

He asked anxiously, "Are you serious? Is it really possible?"

An Yuqing nodded and said affirmatively: "Of course it's true, there is no need for me to lie to you."

Uncle Jingjieer heard this, he held An Yuqing's hand tightly, choked up and said: "Thank you, Miss An, thank you for saving my son."

"You're welcome. I just did what I was supposed to do."

An Yuqing said calmly, "Mr. Jing Jie'er, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, feel free to ask if you have any questions." Uncle Kyosuke said quickly.

"Why are you helping me?" An Yuqing looked into Uncle Kyosuke's eyes and asked seriously,

"You clearly know that my goal is to destroy all the Oracles, so why are you cooperating with me?"

Uncle Kyosuke was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Because...we need mutual benefit. And...I also want to do something for my own family."

"You remind me of my father, who is also a man who would give everything for his family..."

After hearing what Uncle Kyosuke said, An Yuqing felt something in her heart.

She nodded and said softly, "I understand."

She looked at Uncle Kyosuke

"Mr. Kyosuke, if you don't mind, I would like to meet your son." An Yuqing suddenly said.

Uncle Kyosuke showed a surprised expression on his face when he heard this.

He quickly said, "Of course, Miss An, you are very welcome to meet him. He will definitely be very happy."

"Let's go." Uncle Kyosuke said impatiently, turning around and ready to lead the way.

An Yuqing nodded and followed Uncle Kyosuke into the distance.

Wu Hen looked at the two people's backs as they left, touched his chin, and said to himself: "Is it time to meet the parents? This plot development is quite interesting..."

He was just about to follow to see what was happening when he suddenly heard Jia Lan'er's voice beside his ear: "Wu Hen, come here..."