Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 569: The ruins of Dotonbori are hard to keep, and the Black Killing Group establishes faith

Uncle Kyosuke took a deep breath, as if to release the heaviness that had accumulated over the years, and slowly said: "Your mother...she is a God Slayer, just like...Team Leader Shen."

He paused and looked at Shen Qingzhu who was talking to Lin Ye'er not far away, with a hint of awe and a hint of...fear in his eyes.

Yunari was stunned. God Slayer?

Mother?

The two words collided in her mind, causing a dizziness.

Growing up, she had never heard her father mention her mother, and only knew that she died very early.

Now, her father told her that her mother was actually a god-slayer?

Uncle Kyosuke continued, "Your mother died while on a mission."

His voice trembled and his eyes were red, "She left you behind.

She also left behind the Huojin Sword, hoping that you can inherit her legacy, become a God Slayer, and protect this world."

Yunari stared at her father in a daze, digesting this sudden truth.

She always thought she was just an ordinary girl, but she never expected that her life experience would be so extraordinary.

After a long while, Yunari finally found her voice and asked hoarsely, "So... am I destined to take this path?"

Uncle Kyosuke held Yunari's hand tightly and said firmly, "This is your mother's last wish, and it is also...your destiny."

Yunari was silent.

She looked around. The once bustling Dotonbori was now in ruins and devastated.

Black Wutong, the place where she had lived for more than ten years, no longer existed.

She suddenly felt confused, as if she had lost her direction and support.

Although the destruction of the Black Indus no longer hurt her as much, she still felt lost and empty inside.

Shen Qingzhu had been observing Yunari and her father, and she keenly noticed Yunari's depressed mood.

She walked over to Lin Ye'er and whispered, "Ye'er, if they have nowhere to go, you can invite them to the Black Killing Group."

Lin Ye'er nodded and translated Shen Qingzhu's words to Uncle Jingjie.

Hearing this, Uncle Kyosuke hurriedly took Yunari's hand and walked to Shen Qingzhu.

She bowed deeply and said, "Team Leader Shen, thank you for your kindness. If possible, my father and I are willing to join the Black Killing Group."

Shen Qingzhu smiled slightly: "Welcome."

In front of the Black Killing Group building.

There was still a drizzle in the sky, and the rain washed the ground, carrying away a hint of blood.

The members of the Black Killing Group stood neatly at the door of the building, motionless, letting the rain soak their clothes.

Their expressions were wooden and their eyes were empty, like lifeless sculptures.

The atmosphere was suffocating and depressing.

No one knew where Shen Qingzhu went, and no one knew when she would come back.

All they knew was that they had made a mistake, an unforgivable mistake.

They failed to protect the Black Killing Group and failed to protect this land.

Jing Yumori and Asa Kenkura stood at the front of the team, their hearts filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

They kept looking up into the distance, hoping that Shen Qingzhu would appear.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the distance.

"It's the Dachang Group! The Dachang Group is back!" Jing Yushou shouted excitedly, his voice trembling a little.

Qian Jiancang also saw Shen Qingzhu. His eyes lit up instantly and an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.

Shen Qingzhu's figure was getting closer and closer, her steps were steady and powerful, as if she was carrying a powerful aura.

"The Choju Group..." Iori Yumori and Asa Kenkura spoke at the same time, but didn't know what to say.

Shen Qingzhu stopped in front of the crowd and scanned everyone's face.

Her eyes were deep and sharp, as if she could see through their hearts.

"You..." Shen Qingzhu spoke slowly, her voice low and powerful, with a barely perceptible... tremor.

She looked at the familiar faces in front of her, feeling mixed emotions.

The rain hits the bluestone slabs, making a crisp "crackling" sound, like a sad elegy.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the dampness of rain, which was nauseating.

The members of the Black Killing Group were all dejected, like eggplants hit by frost, wilted.

Their black uniforms had long been soaked by the rain and stuck tightly to their bodies, making them look even more disheveled.

When Shen Qingzhu's figure appeared in everyone's sight, it was like a flash of lightning across the gloomy sky.

The originally lifeless members of the Black Killing Group were "resurrected" in an instant, their eyes wide open, as if they couldn't believe what they saw.

"Big Chief Group!" Jing Yushou's voice trembled like a frightened rabbit, with a crying tone.

The next second, all the members of the Black Kill Team fell to their knees with a plop. The sounds were uniform and in unison, like an army that had rehearsed a thousand times.

"Please forgive your sins, Chief!" The deafening roar resounded through the sky, echoing in the rain with deep regret and self-blame.

Shen Qingzhu frowned as he looked at the crowd of people kneeling in front of him.

This scene reminded her of some ancient sacrificial ceremonies, so solemn and dignified that it was breathtaking.

Jing Yushou was kneeling in the front, his head lowered, rain running down his cheeks, it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

"Team Leader, I am incompetent. I failed to protect the Black Killer Team, and I failed to protect you! I deserve to die!"

He took a deep breath and continued, "When Dotonbori was destroyed, the brothers were very excited and wanted to go back to help. But I knew you must have other plans, so... so I forcibly stopped them..."

At this point, Jing Yushou's voice choked with sobs. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with determination: "I am willing to commit seppuku to apologize and die to show my determination!"

Before he finished speaking, he pulled out his wakizashi with a "swish" sound. With a flash of cold light, the sharp blade pointed directly at his abdomen.

"Oh my god! Brother, are you serious?" Shen Qingzhu was shocked. This plot development was a little beyond her expectations!

At the critical moment, Shen Qingzhu flicked his finger and a ring shot out like an arrow, knocking the wakizashi in Jing Yushou's hand away with a "ding" sound.

"What are you doing?" Shen Qingzhu was confused. Why did this guy always commit suicide by cutting his stomach?

Is this the traditional skill of the Black Killing Group?

Jing Yushou was stunned. He didn't expect Shen Qingzhu to stop him.

In his opinion, he had made such a big mistake that the only way to atone for it was to commit suicide by seppuku.

Seeing this, Lin Ye'er hurriedly walked over to Shen Qingzhu and whispered, "Sister Qingzhu, don't say anything yet. Follow me..."

Although Shen Qingzhu was confused, he still did as he was told.

"You idiots!"

Shen Qingzhu's voice was trembling, but full of majesty.

"Do you think this will atone your sins? Do you think death will put an end to everything?"

When the members of the Black Killing Group heard Shen Qingzhu's words, their bodies shook violently.

They raised their heads and looked at Shen Qingzhu in disbelief.

"Do you know how worried I am about you? I worked so hard to complete the mission."

"It's all to keep you safe! But you all want to die. Have you ever considered my feelings?"

Shen Qingzhu's voice grew louder and louder, and more and more excited, as if the anger that had been pent up for a long time had finally erupted.

"You are my brothers, my family! I would rather die than see any of you get hurt! Do you understand?"

When the Black Killer Group heard this, they couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

Only then did they realize that in Shen Qingzhu's heart, their lives were more important than anything else.

"Big Chief..." Jing Yushou's voice was choked with sobs. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to grab the corner of Shen Qingzhu's clothes, but he didn't dare to touch it.

Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then slowly said: "I don't want to see this happen again. You must live well, for me and for yourselves!"

The rain is still falling, washing away everything and cleansing everyone's hearts.

Jing Yushou slowly raised his head and looked at Shen Qingzhu, his eyes filled with...

"Big Chief..." He spoke again, but his tone was completely different from before.

Jing Yushou's eyes were no longer confused or empty. Instead, there was a fanatical worship and an almost religious piety.

"Team Leader, we were wrong! We shouldn't have questioned your decision, we shouldn't have doubted your ability!"

"From now on, we no longer believe in any gods. Our lives and our glory belong only to the Black Kill Group and only to you!"

His voice was high and firm, like a thunderclap, exploding in the rain.

This sudden change of belief made Shen Qingzhu stunned. She didn't expect that her passionate chicken soup would have such an effect?

Why did this style of painting suddenly change?

Jing Yushou's words were like a spark, instantly igniting the fire in the hearts of the Black Killing Group members.

They raised their heads one by one, their eyes burning with the same enthusiasm, and shouted in unison: "Our lives, our glory, belong only to the Black Killing Group! Only to the Great Group!"

The sound was deafening, resounding through the sky and echoing in the rain for a long time.

The rain washed their faces, but could not wash away the fanaticism in their eyes.

They were like a group of devout believers swearing allegiance to their gods.

Shen Qingzhu looked at the group of fanatical "believers" in front of him and didn't know how to react for a moment.

She wanted to say something, but found that her throat was choked and she couldn't say anything.

She could only watch them silently, feeling the fiery emotions emanating from them.

This scene made Lin Ye'er and Uncle Jingjie'er dumbfounded.

Lin Ye'er was fine, after all, she had seen many big scenes with Shen Qingzhu.

But it was the first time that Uncle Kyosuke had seen such a scene. He was completely stunned and felt as if he had traveled to a cult's sacrificial ceremony.

Yunari's face was full of admiration. She stared at Shen Qingzhu closely, with a gleam in her eyes, as if she saw her idol.

She secretly vowed in her heart that she must become a powerful god-slayer like Shen Qingzhu and protect everything she wanted to protect.

The rain is still falling, and the sound of the rain, like a passionate war song, echoes between heaven and earth.

The members of the Black Killing Group were still kneeling on the ground. Their bodies were soaked by the rain, but they did not feel the cold at all.

There is a raging fire burning in their hearts, a fire that is enough to melt all ice and snow and dispel all darkness.

Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath and suppressed the waves in her heart. She raised her hand and signaled everyone to stand up.

"Everyone, get up. From now on, we are a family." Although her voice was still low, it was more gentle and warm.

The members of the Black Killing Group slowly stood up. Their eyes were still fanatical, but with a hint of determination and hope.

They knew that under the leadership of Shen Qingzhu, they would be able to overcome all difficulties.

Protect this land and protect their common home.

"Jing Yushou, make arrangements to free up a few rooms for our new friends." Shen Qingzhu ordered, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"Yes, Team Leader!" Jing Yushou immediately took the order and turned around to make arrangements.

Shen Qingzhu smiled at Yunari and her daughter, "Let's go, I'll take you in first." After that, he walked straight into the Black Killing Group building.

Yunari and Uncle Kyosuke hurried to follow, their hearts full of anticipation and hope.

Yuhui Qinggong stood in the distance, watching this scene quietly. His eyes were complicated, and countless secrets seemed to be hidden in his deep eyes.

He watched Shen Qingzhu and his group walk into the Black Killing Group building, muttering to himself: "Daxia... What a magical country..."

He paused and turned his gaze to the east. There was the distant Daxia, a country full of mystery and unknown.

"Maybe..." Yuhui Qinggong whispered, "I should go there and take a look..."