Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1076 A Tea Party for Maids in the Harem? Something's not right at this gathering!

He Lin's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The commemorative wine, too, seemed to awaken at this moment.

She instinctively tried to hide the whiskey behind her back, but halfway through the movement...

Only then did they realize that their actions were utterly self-deceptive, and they awkwardly stopped in mid-air.

"Holy crap, a host club? Boss, you're really something else!"

Baili Pangpang's exclamation broke the silence, his tone filled with the excitement of watching a good show.

Cao Yuan silently glanced at the magnificent entrance of the clubhouse, then at the memorial.

Although he didn't say anything, his eyes clearly showed his admiration.

"Shut up!" Ji Nian and He Lin shouted almost simultaneously.

He Lin dashed across the road and pulled his association president away from the scene of the "social tragedy."

Lowering his voice and gritting his teeth, he asked, "President, didn't you say you came out to do serious business? Is this your serious business?"

Jinian's eyes darted around, and she coughed twice, trying to salvage what little dignity she had left: "I...I'm gathering intelligence!"

"Gathering intelligence in a host club?" Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow, his tone full of suspicion.

"You don't know anything!" Ji Nian instantly snapped, perhaps due to the alcohol, or perhaps out of a "what's the use" attitude.

"Let's go find a place to talk!"

Fifteen minutes later, in a corner of a tea restaurant that's open all night.

After chugging down a large glass of ice water, I finally managed to reduce the alcohol in my head a bit.

Her expression returned to its usual calm, but a trace of barely concealed panic lingered in the corner of her eye.

"Speak, what special channels?" Wu Hen cut to the chase. He wasn't interested in the other person's embarrassment; he only wanted to know clues about Zhou Ping.

Ji Nian cleared his throat, leaned forward, and said with a serious expression, "I'm taking you to a party."

"What party?"

"A gathering of divine agents."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing slightly.

This sounds like a trap.

"Don't be nervous." Seeing their concerns, Ji Nian waved her hand and explained using an extremely strange metaphor.

“You imagine those high and mighty gods as emperors in the ancient imperial harem.”

Everyone was taken aback and didn't follow her train of thought.

"Then who are their agents?"

In commemoration of answering my own question, I slapped my thigh.

"They are the concubines who serve you personally, the chief eunuch, and the senior maids who have some status!"

"Therefore, this so-called 'gathering of divine agents' is essentially just a tea party for maids and concubines in the harem!"

Lin Qiye's expression froze.

Wu Hen's lips twitched involuntarily.

This thought process is so unique that it's truly astonishing.

"Are you serious?" Lin Qiye felt his worldview had been shaken.

“Of course!” Jinian replied confidently.

"While the emperors are scheming against each other in the heavens, the maids naturally stick together for warmth and exchange gossip in private!"

"Whose master has recently gained favor? Whose master has been punished?"

"Whose master has acquired some new treasure... these are their topics of conversation, their social currency!"

She paused, her eyes sharpening: "And then there was one who suddenly appeared, killing a demigod with a flick of his finger and annihilating two gods with a wine bottle,"

"A mysterious swordsman who cleaved half a sacred mountain in two with a single sword strike... Do you think this counts as the most explosive gossip headline of the year for the harem?"

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen understood instantly.

Although the analogy is absurd, the logic is surprisingly sound.

For those agents, Zhou Ping, who was not controlled by any deity,

An existence that can easily crush gods is definitely the topic they care about most and fear the most.

Anyone who has seen him will surely leave some trace in this circle.

“This gathering is our only chance to find out where Senior Zhou Ping is,” Ji Nian concluded.

"When? Where?" Wu Hen asked.

"tomorrow."

In remembrance, He Lin was looked at.

"The location changes every year, and we only receive the coordinates right before departure."

"He Lin will take you there."

"In what capacity should we go?"

"My henchman."

Commemoration pointed to Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

"I'm an old hand at this, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to take two new people to broaden their horizons every year."

Lin Qiye rubbed his temples.

He accepted this absurd but currently the only plan: "Alright, let's go and meet these 'maids'."

The next day, early in the morning.

In a secluded underground shipyard in Utopia, the air is damp and cold.

He Lin, along with Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, stood in front of a pitch-black metal cube.

"This is the 'Pixel Submarine.' Don't ask about the principles behind it; it's cutting-edge technology," He Lin explained succinctly.

Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan were left in the safe house. In He Lin's words, this was an infiltration, not a raid, so the fewer people there were, the better.

The three entered the cube, which was not a large space, containing only a row of seats and a glowing control panel.

As He Lin started the engine, the submarine sank silently into the dark sea without any vibration.

Beyond the single porthole lay the endless darkness of the deep sea.

The submarine was completely silent, with only the faint hum of the instruments.

This absolute silence only made the atmosphere more tense.

Lin Qiye leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the unfathomable darkness outside the window.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt a strange chill creep up his spine to the back of his head.

It was like being in that abyss beyond the reach of his gaze.

There were enormous eyes, indescribable in words, peering through the cold seawater.

They coldly watched these tiny, uninvited guests.

He subtly withdrew his gaze, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

Wu Hen keenly noticed the subtle change in his expression.

But he didn't ask anything, he just silently placed his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

After sailing in the deep sea for an unknown period of time, the submarine suddenly shuddered and began to slowly rise to the surface.

"We've arrived," He Lin said in a low voice.

As the hatch opened, a thick white mist carrying a salty, fishy smell rushed out.

They stepped out of the submarine, where they found themselves on a simple dock made of black rock.

The surroundings were shrouded in thick fog, with visibility less than ten meters, as if the whole world had been swallowed up by this eerie white fog.

“This is ‘Silent Island,’ the meeting place.” He Lin’s voice was even lower.

"Stay close to me, don't look around, and don't say anything out of line."

Deep within the fog, the outline of a massive island could be vaguely seen, with flickering lights on it, like the eyes of ghosts.

Faint whispers drifted on the wind from the direction of the island; they were indistinct, yet sent chills down one's spine.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, preparing to take his first step onto the island.

Just as his toes were about to touch the ground beyond the dock,

A cold, ethereal voice, belonging to no one present, suddenly rang in the ears of all three of them at the same time.

The sound seemed to come from all directions, or as if it exploded directly in my mind.

"...Someone who shouldn't have come has come."

The moment the words fell, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

An undisguised, chilling killing intent swept in like a tidal wave from the depths of the thick fog!