Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 598: Searching in the Fog, Waiting for the Paratroopers

The thick fog swallowed up the Japanese streetscape like pouring milk.

Broken electric poles pointed toward the sky like crooked trees, and the exterior walls of buildings peeled off, revealing their mottled interiors, like age spots.

The air smelled of damp and decay, reminiscent of a forgotten basement.

Jialaner took a deep breath, and the mist condensed into tiny water droplets in her nostrils, bringing a cold touch.

She gripped the long sword tightly in her hand. The intricate patterns carved on the hilt hurt her palm a little, but it also gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

"Is this... really the entrance to the 'Human Circle'?"

There was a slight tremor in Jialan'er's voice. She looked around, and the dilapidated scene gave her an ominous premonition.

The knight fiddled with a tablet-like device in his hand, complex codes and maps flashing on the screen.

"Theoretically, it should be here."

He frowned, his fingers sliding quickly across the screen. "But the signal is very weak and the interference is very large. I can't determine the specific entrance location."

"Damn it!" The knight hit the device hard. The image on the screen flickered and finally stopped on a blurry map.

"This broken thing fails at the critical moment!"

Wu Xiangning patted Jialan'er's shoulder gently and comforted her, "Don't worry, Jialan'er, we will find the entrance."

Jia Laner forced a smile: "Thank you, Wu Xiangning."

But her furrowed brow and uneasy eyes revealed her inner anxiety.

"How about I teach you a few words of Japanese?"

Wu Xiangning suddenly suggested, "Maybe it will come in handy later."

"Now?"

Jia Lan'er was a little surprised, "Under such circumstances?"

Wu Xiangning smiled and said, "Learning never ends! Come, repeat after me, 'Kong Ni Ji Wa'..."

At the same time, in another place, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were standing in the living room of a Japanese-style house.

The room was in a mess, the furniture was tilted, and the walls were covered with cracks, as if it had been through a fierce battle.

Xing Taixiang and Wu Jier were busy repairing the damaged areas.

One of them was wielding a hammer, while the other was holding a nail. They worked in perfect harmony, just like a pair of experienced decorators.

"Yo, you two have worked hard!"

Wu Hen greeted him with a grin, "The renovation is progressing really well!"

"Wu Henjun, you're back." Xing Taixiang put down the hammer in his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "How is the situation?"

"Not very optimistic." Lin Qiye's tone was a little heavy, "The predicted result is not good."

"sacrifice?"

Wu Hen touched his chin and whistled in a casual manner, "Sounds a bit exciting!"

"Don't joke!" Yuhui Qinggong glared at him, "This is not a joke!"

"Okay, okay, I know the seriousness of the matter."

Wu Hen put away his smile and turned serious. "We have to hurry and enter the ruins as soon as possible."

"I agree."

Yuhui Qinggong nodded and said, "We can't just sit there and wait for death."

"Then, next..."

Lin Qiye looked around at everyone and said, "We have to find a way to win this game."

The atmosphere in the room instantly became solemn, and determination was written on everyone's face.

"I have an idea……"

Wu Hen suddenly spoke, a mysterious smile on his face, "Maybe we can give it a try..."

Meanwhile, on the foggy streets, Galaner anxiously waited for the "paratroopers'" signal.

She looked up at the sky, but the thick fog blocked the sunlight, making it impossible for her to see the color of the sky.

"Hasn't it come yet..." Jialaner murmured to herself, feeling uneasy.

Suddenly, the device in the knight's hand made a "beeping" sound.

"Here it comes!" the knight shouted excitedly, "The signal is here!"

Jialan'er's heart skipped a beat. She stared at the flashing light on the device screen, her heart full of anticipation.

What kind of news will the "paratroopers" bring?

Can they find the entrance into the "human circle"?

"and many more……"

The knight suddenly frowned, "This signal... seems a little wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, a strange sound suddenly came from the fog.

It sounded like the growl of some creature, or the harsh sound of metal rubbing against each other...

"Brother Merlin, help me!"

Wu Hen sat down on Merlin's exclusive sofa in the Gods Psychiatric Hospital, as if he was back home.

The sofa groaned in pain, as if protesting the sudden weight.

Lin Qiye held his forehead helplessly. This guy never forgot to show off his "social awesomeness" wherever he went.

Merlin was wearing his unchanging nightgown, holding a cup of steaming unknown liquid in his hand.

He took a sip slowly, a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Oh? There are times when our great hero also asks me for help?"

"Oh, stop teasing me," Wu Hen scratched his head and said with a playful smile.

"Isn't it because that old prophet is too difficult to deal with? He's almost ruined us all."

"You, old man, have great magical powers. You can change the world with just a flick of your finger. Please help me!"

Merlin put down the cup in his hand and looked at Wu Hen with interest: "Why should I help you?"

"Because of our friendship!"

Wu Hen put his arm around Meilin's shoulders, speaking in a tone as intimate as if he were an old friend, "Thinking back to those days..."

"Stop, stop, stop,"

Merlin pushed Wu Hen away with disdain, "We don't have much friendship, so stop trying to get close to me."

Lin Qiye couldn't bear it any longer and took a step forward.

In a sincere tone, he said, "Mr. Merlin, the existence of the Prophet is a threat to all of us. We would be very grateful if you could help us."

Merlin was silent for a moment, then finally sighed: "Alright, since you're so sincere, I'll help you."

He stretched out a finger, and a strange light flashed on the tip of his finger.

"I can slightly deflect the trajectory of fate, but the final outcome still depends on you."

Late at night, in the meeting room of the mental hospital, the dim light reflected on the faces of four people, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out.

There were some simple props on the table, which they prepared for the next game.

"There are only two chances left,"

Lin Qiye's voice was low, "We must seize the opportunity."

"Don't worry, Qiye," Wu Hen patted his chest and said in a relaxed tone,

"With Brother Merlin's help, we're sure to win!"

Yuhui Qinggong's face was still pale, but her eyes were firm and she showed no intention of retreating.

Xing Taixiang seemed a little nervous when he saw this. He clenched his fists tightly and beads of sweat oozed from his palms.

He secretly glanced at Yuhui Qinggong and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that he could win the game and give her a chance of survival.

Wu Jier noticed something strange about Xing Taixiang. She observed his expression calmly, thinking secretly in her heart.

She knew how Xing Taixiang felt about Yu Huiqing Gong, and she also knew that he was under tremendous pressure at the moment.

"perhaps……"

Wu Jier's mind moved, and an idea quietly emerged, "I can help him."

"Are you ready?"

Lin Qiye broke the silence, "Let's get started."

"and many more,"

Wu Jier suddenly said, "I want to play a game with Xing Taixiang first."

Xing Taixiang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wu Jier in confusion: "Now?"

Wu Jier smiled slightly: "Yes, right now."

She picked up the props on the table and stared at Xing Taixiang with burning eyes. "How about we play rock-paper-scissors?"

Xing Taixiang was even more confused, but he nodded and said, "Okay."

The two men stood face to face, stretched out their right hands, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Stone……"

"Scissors……"

"cloth!"

Xing Taixiang saw his hand slowly open, his palm...