Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 411: A sudden change and blood splattered on the altar

A mocking arc appeared on He Lin'er's lips, and his eyes were like ice-hardened blades, staring straight at the whisperer.

"Soul contract? Haha, do you really think I'm a three-year-old child? That adult's spiritual consciousness is beyond the comprehension of a little minion like you."

He applied a little force with his fingertips, pinching the whisperer's face until it turned ashen, like a pig liver that had been drained of blood.

"You...what did you say? That lord? This is impossible!" The whisperer's pupils trembled, and his hoarse voice was full of disbelief.

He couldn't understand why such a variable suddenly appeared in the plan he had carefully laid out?

Isn't this guy a night watchman?

He Liner sneered, and his aura suddenly changed. He was no longer the timid Ninth Seat, but instead like a sword drawn from its sheath, showing its sharpness.

"I've never been a night watchman!"

"You bunch of scumbags from the Ancient God Church, do you really think you can cover up everything? How much do you know about the world outside of Daxia?"

"Impossible! You clearly..."

The Whisperer struggled to break free from He Lin'er's restraints, but found that the other party's power was like an abyss and difficult to shake.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Even if you're not a member of the Night's Watch, so what? You're just a 'Wulian', do you think you can turn the world upside down?"

He Liner burst into laughter upon hearing this, her laughter full of disdain and ridicule.

He leaned close to the whisperer's ear and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

He said slowly, "I'm lurking here not to play house, but to...completely destroy you, a bunch of poisonous tumors!"

He let go of his hand, and the Whisperer staggered back a few steps, gasping for breath.

His scarlet eyes stared at He Lin'er like a wounded beast.

"you you……"

The man muttered incoherently, his eyes filled with confusion. He couldn't figure it out.

Why did this seemingly ordinary Jiu Xi Di suddenly become like this?

The air seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

At this tense moment, Shen Qingzhu slowly raised his head, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Her gaze slowly shifted from the whisperer to He Lin'er, and she said softly, "You... continue."

Before the smile on He Lin'er's face faded completely, the whisperer asked sinisterly, "Team 008... do you still remember?"

The smile on He Liner's face froze instantly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Team 008 was brought up by him personally, and every member is like his brother or sister.

While they were carrying out their mission, they were secretly slaughtered by people sent by the Whisperer, leaving no one alive!

He was heartbroken at the time, but couldn't find the murderer. Unexpectedly...

The Whisperer stared at He Lin'er intently, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity! Such a promising team is gone just like that."

"Guess, did they call your name before they died?"

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and He Lin'er felt that his blood was about to solidify.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, and the intense pain made it difficult for him to stay awake.

"You... deserve to die!" He Lin'er squeezed out these words from between his teeth, his voice terribly hoarse.

The mutterer suddenly laughed, and his laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, which was creepy.

"Want to kill me? Just you?" Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly faded and dissipated into the air like a wisp of green smoke.

He Liner's heart was filled with alarm and he instinctively threw a punch. The wind from his fist was whistling, but he hit nothing.

Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

It was as if he was hit hard by a huge hammer. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"Puff——" A mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

He Lin'er struggled to stand up, but found that her body was out of control and all the bones seemed to be falling apart.

The Whisperer appeared before him again, his figure somewhat illusory, his face pale.

Obviously, the escape and attack just now also cost him a considerable price.

He looked down at He Lin'er. In his current state, it was impossible for him to escape again. However, he was unwilling to kill He Lin'er like this...

He slowly raised his hand, and a ball of black energy condensed in his palm, emitting a suffocating breath of death.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded:

"and many more."

Shen Qingzhu stopped the whisperer, his face expressionless, as calm as an ancient well.

"Let me do it." She said lightly, without any emotion in her tone.

The whisperer was stunned for a moment, then became ecstatic.

Of course he knew Shen Qingzhu's methods. Although this woman looked weak, she was even more ruthless than him!

If she takes action, He Lin'er will definitely die!

"Alright! If you kill him, I'll grant you the first place among the [Believers]!"

The Whisperer made bold statements as if he was sure of victory.

Shen Qingzhu walked slowly towards He Liner, his steps light as if he was strolling in the garden.

She looked down at He Lin'er lying on the ground, with a playful smile on her lips.

"Any last words?" she asked, with a hint of teasing in her tone.

He Liner coughed up a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he showed a strange smile.

"Last words? Let me think... Ask Patrick if his pineapple house is okay?"

Shen Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

It's already this late, and this guy still has the mind to make jokes?

"You are quite optimistic."

"Don't care about life or death, just fight if you don't agree!" He Lin'er grinned and said nonchalantly.

The smile on Shen Qingzhu's face gradually disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable feeling of weirdness.

Why does this atmosphere feel a little off?

Suddenly, Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his voice: "Who lives in the big pineapple in the deep sea?"

He Lin'er was stunned for a moment, then reacted and started yelling at the top of her lungs, "SpongeBob!"

"Fang Fang Huang Huang can stretch freely?"

"SpongeBob!"

"if......"

The two of them sang in unison, their voices growing louder and louder, more and more excited, as if they were possessed.

The person who was talking in a trance was confused as he listened to what was going on. What was going on?

Are these two people out of their minds?

He felt that his sanity was on the verge of collapse, and a nameless fire surged from the bottom of his heart.

He wanted to stop them, but found that he could not make any sound and could only watch this absurd scene unfold.

Shen Qingzhu suddenly stopped shouting, turned around and looked at the person who was talking in a trance.

Her eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Patrick said that your performance...ends here." The strange smile on Shen Qingzhu's lips was like a foreshadowing of the coming of death.

She raised her hand slightly, and before she knew it, her palm was holding a long sword condensed from the power of the soul.

The blade glowed with a faint blue light, and there was a faint sound of countless souls wailing in it, which was chilling.

"call out!"

The long sword cut through the air, as fast as lightning, carrying a cold murderous intent, and pierced straight into the heart of the whisperer.

Before he even had time to react, the long knife had already pierced through his chest, bringing out a puff of black blood that spread in the air like ink.

The Whisperer's eyes widened. He stretched out his hands, trying to grab something, but he could only wave them in the air in vain.

Finally, his body froze in place, his expression frozen into a funny look, as if time had been paused for him.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and only the faint sound of the wind and the wailing of unwilling souls on the soul sword could be heard.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a suffocating feeling of oppression, which was creepy.

Shen Qingzhu snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand burst out with dazzling light again, stirring the whisperer's heart fiercely.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of his body, like broken porcelain, peeling off piece by piece and turning into ashes.

"Want to rely on mental power to revive? You're dreaming!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes, and a ball of fire appeared in her hand.

The flames were dark blue, like the ghost fire in the abyss of hell, emitting a chilling aura.

Without hesitation, she threw the flames at the Whisperer's body. In an instant, the broken flesh and black blood scattered on the ground were devoured without leaving a trace.

As the Whisperer completely disappeared, the surrounding space began to distort, making a teeth-grinding shattering sound.

Those strange runes and distorted scenes quickly faded away like the tide, as if a nightmare had finally ended.

Shen Qingzhu retracted his sword, and the coldness in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a hint of relief.

She looked around, making sure the Whisperer was completely dead and the threat to the altar had been lifted, then she let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew—it's finally over."

She looked back at He Lin'er, who was lying on the ground and seriously injured. This guy was really unpredictable.

"You...Patrick said..."

She paused, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth again, "You seem to be of some use?"