Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 359: It’s hard to be alone and need to relieve worries

With dim lights and deafening music, the nightclub is still a den of debauchery and extravagance.

The appearance of Shen Qingzhu was like a sharp blade, tearing apart this layer of hypocritical prosperity.

He was sitting alone in a corner, emitting a cold aura that kept strangers away, like a walking iceberg.

Several heavily made-up women rushed forward one after another like cats smelling blood.

As a result, he was naturally scared to death by Shen Qingzhu's "get out" and a killing look, and ran away in panic.

"Tsk tsk, this guy is quite interesting." A low voice with a bit of amusement sounded, breaking the momentary silence.

A man wearing a black silk shirt with his chest exposed walked slowly to the booth not far from Shen Qingzhu.

He waved his hand, and the women who had wanted to come forward, like soldiers receiving orders, scattered like birds and beasts and ran away.

Shen Qingzhu raised his head, and his cold eyes shot straight at the person who came like a knife.

That look seemed to be saying: Who are you?

The visitor shrugged nonchalantly, putting on a smile that he thought was very charming.

He sat down opposite Shen Qingzhu, and said nonchalantly, "Brother, don't look at me like that. It's scary."

"My name is Jiu Xidi. I saw you were bored here alone, so I wanted to come and chat with you."

Shen Qingzhu didn't even raise his eyebrows. He picked up the wine glass and took another sip, as if Jiu Xidi was just a piece of air in his eyes.

Jiu Xidi was not annoyed. He poured a glass of wine and gently swirled the liquid in the glass, making a few crisp clinking sounds.

You Ran said, "Brother, what we do is on the edge of life and death. We have to be on edge. If we keep holding it in like this, we'll get sick. We need to find a way to vent."

"I don't need it." Shen Qingzhu finally spoke, his voice still cold and without a trace of emotion.

"Oh, you have a pretty stubborn temper."

Jiu Xidi smiled, but his eyes were more serious.

"Back then, I went through the same thing. If I didn't fight for a day, I would feel uncomfortable all over. If I didn't drink for a day, I couldn't sleep. If I didn't find a woman for a day, then..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was already clear.

"Some people like to be alone, just like you."

Jiu Xidi picked up the wine glass and took a sip, but his eyes were fixed on Shen Qingzhu, and he said with a hint of meaning,

"But you're different from them. I always feel like there's a powerful force pent up in your body..."

Shen Qingzhu still didn't say anything, just looked at him coldly, with some emotion seeming to surge in the depths of his eyes.

"Don't rush to deny it, everyone has his own way..."

Jiu Xidi put down his wine glass, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"But, what is your method?"

Jiu Xidi tutted his words, crossed his legs, and said with the air of a seasoned veteran: "You see, some people like racing. The speed and passion, the adrenaline rush, it's so cool!"

"Some people like to dance, swaying to the deafening music and letting go of their worries. And..."

He paused deliberately, and glanced at Shen Qingzhu with an ambiguous look.

"Don't most young men like you like..."

He winked and used his eyes to signal the men and women dancing on the dance floor, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Shen Qingzhu, however, was like a piece of wood, with no reaction. Instead, he frowned and interrupted him: "Where are the night watchmen? How do they vent their anger?"

Jiu Xidi was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting him to ask this suddenly.

He lowered his crossed legs and his expression became more serious: "Night Watchman?"

"They usually operate in small groups, so they can look after each other and share some of the pressure. It's rare to see someone like you acting alone."

Shen Qingzhu was silent. He recalled the loneliness that penetrated his bones when he was on missions in the past.

Facing a powerful enemy alone and bearing tremendous pressure alone, that feeling is like being trapped in the deep ocean, unable to breathe, but with nowhere to escape.

Jiu Xidi observed the changes in Shen Qingzhu's expression and nodded secretly in his heart.

This kid really has a problem!

"It's really not easy to carry it alone."

He patted Shen Qingzhu's shoulder and said earnestly,

"Brother, listen to my advice. Find a way that suits you and vent it. Don't hold it in."

Shen Qingzhu raised his head, a complicated look flashing in his eyes, "What is your method?"

Jiu Xidi laughed heartily, tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The wine slid down his Adam's apple, making him look particularly sexy in the dim light.

"My way..."

He licked his lips, his eyes blurred and his tone ambiguous, "Beauty and wine, both are indispensable."

Shen Qingzhu frowned at his appearance and said, "You don't look like a believer at all, but more like a bandit."

When Jiu Xidi heard this, the smile on his face gradually faded, and a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

"Outlaw hero? Perhaps he was once..."

He picked up the bottle and poured himself another glass, with a hint of melancholy in his tone.

"Back in the day, I was a renowned swordsman in the martial arts world, known as the 'Blood Shadow Blade'. My strikes never missed..."

His eyes gradually brightened, as if he had returned to that high-spirited era.

"At that time, I was free and unrestrained. I could do whatever I wanted and take revenge with pleasure. How carefree!"

He raised his head and took a sip of wine, his eyes dimming again. "Later, I met someone who changed my life..."

His voice was low, with a hint of indescribable sadness.

"He made me understand that true strength does not come from the sword in my hand, but from the faith in my heart..."

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head again, his eyes full of determination.

"I joined the believers and gave up everything I had before, just to pursue a higher goal..."

He looked at Shen Qingzhu with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"You are very similar to me back then, full of power, but lost..."

He stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Shen Qingzhu's shoulder, but Shen Qingzhu dodged it without a trace.

"You have your way, and I have mine."

Shen Qingzhu stood up, his tone cold, "I appreciate your kindness."

He turned and left, his figure disappearing in the noisy crowd, leaving only the first person in the ninth seat sitting in the booth, looking at his back with complicated eyes.

He murmured softly, "This kid is more interesting than I thought..."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a meaningful smile, "I hope you can go further..."

He picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in it.