Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 315: The Sickbed Was Shocked to Hear About the Special Team, and the Ancient Temple Prayed f

In the ward, the smell of disinfectant was still pungent. Qin Kaier opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was a pale ceiling.

She tried to sit up, but felt a piercing pain in her legs and couldn't help but let out a hiss.

"Sister Kaier! You're awake!"

A surprised voice sounded in my ears, and then a slightly chubby face came over. It was Jiang Haner.

She excitedly held Qin Kaier's hand, her tone full of concern.

"You finally woke up! You scared me to death!"

Qin Kaier blinked, her mind went blank. She looked around blankly at the white walls.

The pungent smell of disinfectant and the hospital gown I was wearing,

All this felt very unfamiliar to her.

"W…why am I here? Is this…a hospital?"

Seeing Qin Kaier's confused face, Jiang Haner quickly explained,

"You were injured, so of course you're in the hospital, Sister Kai'er. You've been in a coma for two days, and we were so worried."

Injuried?

Qin Kaier rubbed his swollen temples and tried hard to recall what happened before he fell into a coma.

Mist...

Bell Crandall...

Lil!

The blurry images gradually became clear, and her brows furrowed.

"By the way, where's Misty? Where's Bell Crandall? And how's Molly?"

"Don't worry, Sister Kai'er, the fog and that Bell Crandall have been dealt with! It was done by a special team!"

Jiang Haner said in a relaxed tone,

"Moli'er's fine, she just got a little scared. Now she's jumping around and looking energetic!"

"A special team?"

Qin Kaier repeated it doubtfully. She raised her head slightly and looked at the ceiling with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

What kind of team could actually defeat a monster like that? Could it be...

"Phoenix? Or Mask?"

Qin Kaier frowned even more tightly. She had heard of the names of these two teams.

They were all elite teams with some fame in the God-Slaying Realm, but she still found it hard to believe that they could deal with a monster of Bell Crandall's level.

Jiang Han'er shook her head, her chubby face full of confusion.

"Neither! I heard it's called... the Journey to the West Squad!"

"Yeah, they're wearing Journey to the West-themed masks. They're so cool! They look like they have Monkey King, Pigsy, and so on."

"Journey to the West theme?!"

Qin Kaier's eyes widened. What was going on?

Is there such a unique team in the God-Slaying Realm?

She wondered if she had been unconscious for too long and had missed some important information.

Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open, and several people walked in talking and laughing.

Zheng Zheng'er was holding a large fruit basket and walking in front with a smile on her face.

"Sister Kaier, you're awake! We brought you a lot of fruit. We wish you a speedy recovery!"

Following closely behind Zheng Zheng'er was Team Ku's Shou. He had a gloomy expression on his face, as if something unpleasant had happened.

He scratched his head, his tone a little depressed, "Sister Kaier, let me tell you, those people from the Journey to the West team are simply not human!"

"When we fought them, I felt like I was being made a fool of! Especially the one wearing the Zhu Bajie mask, he was so greasy!"

He seemed to have thought of something and added, "Oh, right? Zheng Zheng'er was also rubbed by that Monkey King... something that looked like monkey hair. That's outrageous! It's simply blatant groping!"

Zheng Zheng'er's cheeks flushed slightly when she heard this. She gently poked Team Member Ku's thin arm and said angrily, "Brother Ku, what are you talking about? I was just careless."

Sun Luan'er also said angrily: "Not only did Skinny Brother, but my arm was also broken by that Red Boy!"

"It hurts so much! They're so cruel! Next time I see them, I'll teach them a lesson!"

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became tense. The original lightheartedness disappeared, replaced by anger and confusion.

Qin Kaier looked at the group of excited team members in front of him, and his heart was full of doubts. What was the origin of this Journey to the West team?

At this moment, Qian Haoran, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said slowly, "I think there's a young man in their team who is very powerful. He..."

He suddenly stopped and looked out the window thoughtfully with a deep gaze.

Qian Haoran'er's words were like a depth bomb, exploding in the ward.

His deep gaze seemed to see through the fog and point directly to the truth.

"That young man...his strength has probably reached the 'Chuan' realm."

"Chuanjing?!" Qin Kaier widened his eyes, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"Are you sure? A teenager can reach the 'Chuan' realm? He can single-handedly deal with Bell Crandall? Are you kidding me?"

"really."

Qian Haoran nodded affirmatively, his tone still calm.

"I was far away and saw it clearly. His move was clean and efficient, and he didn't use any spiritual power at all."

''It's just like... it's as simple as eating and drinking water.''

"Oh my god, so awesome?!"

Team member Ku couldn't help but exclaimed,

"This is so unscientific!"

"Where on earth did this immortal team come from?"

Qin Kaier rubbed his temples, feeling that all his cognition had been overturned.

She always felt that the world was playing a huge joke and was full of all kinds of unreasonable things.

Seeing this, Jiang Haner quickly handed over her tablet.

"Sister Kai'er, look, this is what we filmed on the scene."

On the tablet screen, a photo was displayed of a scribbled black spray-painted mark on the ground at the intersection.

It looks like an abstract monkey, and it also gives people a sense of "I've been here".

"What's more, they were driving a rickety van with the words 'Journey to the West Convoy' painted in red. They were simply afraid that others wouldn't know who they were."

Jiang Haner's tone was full of helplessness.

"We tracked them, but it was as if they had vanished into thin air. We couldn't find any trace of them at all."

Qin Kaier looked at the photos on the tablet, then looked at the group of sighing team members in the ward.

I couldn't help but sigh, and a feeling of powerlessness came over me.

"Forget it, just record all this and report it to the higher-ups."

The scene changes, and an ancient temple stands tall in the suburbs of Gusu.

The sunlight shines through the treetops, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Baili Panger, the chubby man, was standing in front of the incense in the temple with a pious look on his face.

He clasped his hands together and muttered something, as if praying for something.

"Sir, do you need a peace amulet?"

A monk in a gray robe came over. He had delicate features and a gentle tone.

"Yes, Master."

Baili Pang'er nodded quickly, with a smile on his face.

"I've been feeling a bit restless lately, and I'd like to ask for a peace charm to protect myself."

"We have many kinds of amulets in our temple, including ordinary paper amulets, jade amulets, and sandalwood amulets. I wonder which one the donor would like?" the monk introduced.

"Hmm... ordinary paper talismans are too low-class, and jade talismans are too expensive. How about giving me a sandalwood one?"

Baili Panger thought about it and made a decision.

"Okay, the sandalwood talisman can be engraved with your name and prayers. Do you want it?" asked the monk.

"Yes! Yes! I must carve more!"

Baili Fatty waved his hand quickly, then took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket and placed it in front of the monk, with his signature smile on his face.

"Master, do you think these are enough? Carve a few more wishes, and bless me with prosperity, good health, and good luck!"

The monk glanced at the banknotes on the table, then looked at Baili Fatty, and slowly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Baili Pang'er had already started thinking about where to go for a big meal.