Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 363: Night falls, but no one arrives; Morning surprise reveals a new look

"This [Qi Yuan]..."

Fatty Baili scratched his head, and finally handed the sword to Wu Hen, "I feel like this sword is more destined for you."

Wu Hen took the long sword, which was cold to the touch. The sword body was simple and unadorned, with black silk thread wrapped around the hilt, emitting a faint chill.

It made him feel like he was holding an icy beauty, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hey, Fatty, are you hinting at something? This sword... is quite interesting, and it suits my taste."

The system prompt sounded at an inopportune time: [Ding! Detected that the host has obtained the special weapon [Qi Yuan], issuing a strange task:

Please use [Prayer] to carve a 'Tough Man's Tears' summoning array on the ground. Reward: Randomly summon a 'Tough Man' creature to assist in the battle!

The corner of Wu Hen's mouth twitched. This system understood him, but what the hell was this 'Macho Man Crying' summoning array?

He had a dark face, but still did as he was told.

The long sword swung, carving a formation with extremely twisted lines on the cement floor of the warehouse.

The look was so unbearable that to describe it as eye-sore was a compliment.

"Okay, you're done!"

Wu Hen clapped his hands and threw the sword aside.

"I'm sure I can summon a muscular man to perform a chest-breaking rock-breaking show for us later."

Lin Qiye looked at Wu Hen speechlessly. This guy's train of thought was indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Then he shook his head helplessly, walked to the summoning circle and observed it carefully.

The waiting time always seemed extraordinarily long. Everyone sat around bored, looking at the warehouse door from time to time.

Cao Yuanhai rubbed his eyes, yawned, and complained, "This teacher is too slow, isn't he? It's almost 12 o'clock!"

Fatty Baili scratched his head impatiently, "Yeah, we agreed to arrive in the evening, and it's almost midnight now. Did you forget?"

Although Jia Lan'er and An Yuqing didn't say anything, their faces were full of fatigue.

Only Lin Qiye remained calm, his eyes occasionally sweeping over the twisted summoning circle on the ground, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the clock pointed to two o'clock in the morning. Wu Hen couldn't bear to see these guys who were as sleepy as pugs, so he snapped his fingers.

"Okay, go back to sleep. I'm afraid the teacher won't be here today. I'll let you know when he arrives."

Everyone felt as if they had been pardoned, and dragged their tired bodies back to their rooms to rest.

Lin Qiye glanced at Wu Hen, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself. In the end, he said nothing and turned away.

Just half an hour after everyone left, a figure appeared silently at the door of the warehouse.

Looking at the messy environment in the warehouse, he frowned and sighed helplessly: "Alas, these little guys, really..."

Before he even finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up.

Under the dim light in the warehouse, a figure appeared like a ghost. He looked around with a frown on his face.

The air was filled with the smell of dust, all kinds of debris were scattered on the ground, and the spider webs in the corners showed that no one had taken care of this place for a long time.

"These little guys are really..."

He sighed helplessly, rolled up his sleeves, and began to clean up silently.

The next morning, Cao Yuanhai rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked to the kitchen as usual, preparing to make himself a bowl of instant noodles.

However, the moment he pushed open the kitchen door, he was stunned.

The originally dirty and messy kitchen now looks brand new. The floor is so clean that it reflects light, the pots and pans are neatly arranged, and there is a faint fragrance in the air.

"Fuck! Is this a ghost?!" Cao Yuanhai rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was still sleepwalking.

He rushed upstairs and pulled open Lin Qiye's door, "Boss! Boss! Something big has happened!"

Lin Qiye sat up sleepily, looking impatient. "What the hell is that so early in the morning? Is the end of the world coming?"

"It's scarier than the end of the world! The kitchen... the kitchen cleaned itself!"

Cao Yuanhai described the strange changes in the kitchen incoherently, leaving Lin Qiye confused.

"Are you still dreaming, kid?"

Lin Qiye yawned and turned over to continue sleeping.

"Really! If you don't believe me, go and see!" Cao Yuanhai pulled Lin Qiye and ran downstairs.

When Lin Qiye saw the brand new kitchen with his own eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned.

How could this be the same dirty and messy kitchen they saw last night?

It was as if it was cast by magic and became spotless.

"This...what is going on?" Lin Qiye muttered to himself, his heart full of doubts.

At this time, Wu Hen came in with messy hair and yawned.

He said lazily, "Oh, you're up so early? The kitchen... Oh, I cleaned it up. You're welcome."

After he finished speaking, he walked straight to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of Happy Fat House Water, and started drinking it in gulps.

Lin Qiye and Cao Yuanhai looked at each other and saw shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

They didn't believe that Wu Hen would be so kind as to stay up late at night and come to clean the kitchen.

Suddenly, a slight sound came from deep inside the warehouse...

Lin Qiye and Cao Yuanhai looked at each other, their hearts full of doubts.

They didn't believe that Wu Hen would be so kind as to stay up late at night and come to clean the kitchen.

The two exchanged a quick look and decided to go to the warehouse to see if anything was wrong.

Wu Hen also muttered to the side: "Hey, this is really a big mystery. Let's go and take a look together."

The three of them came to the warehouse. In the center of the brightly lit warehouse, the originally messy open space had now been cleaned spotlessly, and they could even see their own reflections on the ground.

Just then, a slight mopping sound caught their attention. The sound gradually became clearer, as if it came from deep inside the warehouse.

Lin Qiye was the first to react. He gently drew the dagger from his waist and signaled Wu Hen and Cao Yuanhai to follow.

The three of them cautiously approached the source of the sound and saw a figure bent over in the open space in the middle of the warehouse, mopping the floor with great concentration.

The man was wearing a long robe and his hair was tied into a simple bun. Although he had his back to them, his elegant aura was hard to ignore.

Lin Qiye and Cao Yuanhai stopped in their tracks and exchanged looks of astonishment. Wu Hen, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and whispered, "Who is this? So hardworking, is he the new cleaner?"

The man heard the voice, turned around, revealing a thin and gentle face, and a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss, giving people a feeling of awe without anger.

Seeing the three of them, he smiled slightly, put down the mop in his hand, patted the dust off his body, and said slowly: "Hello, I am Zhou Ping'er, the teacher invited by Ye Fan'er."

Lin Qiye and Cao Yuanhai were stunned for a moment, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes.

Wu Hen stepped forward, raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, teacher, your skills are not comparable to those of an ordinary night watchman, right?"

Zhou Ping'er smiled slightly and nodded, "Yes, I'm not a Night's Watchman, but you can call me Sword Saint."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Lin Qiye and Cao Yuanhai looked at each other, their hearts full of doubts. Only Jia Lan'er stood there blankly, as if she had not yet reacted.

Wu Hen said jokingly, "Sword Saint? That's quite a title. We need to take a closer look to see if you're just getting the title."

Zhou Ping'er smiled slightly, her eyes flickering with subtle meaning as she slowly said, "Don't worry, I'll show you a true swordsman."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ping'er waved his hand lightly, and a long sword appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The tip of the sword shook lightly, and a series of fine sword sounds suddenly rang out in the air, like a thousand-year-old ice suddenly breaking, cold and sharp.

The four of them held their breath, their eyes fixed on the tip of Zhou Ping'er's sword, and an inexplicable sense of anticipation and nervousness surged in their hearts.

At this moment, Zhou Ping'er's eyes suddenly focused and looked towards a corner of the warehouse.

His brows furrowed slightly as he whispered, "It seems we have guests."

After saying that, he slowly turned around, his eyes sharp as if he was looking for something.

Lin Qiye and Cao Yuanhai looked at each other, their hearts tightened.

Wu Hen said excitedly, "Come on, let's see the true strength of this Sword Saint. This is interesting!"