Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 769: Desperate Choices for Our Generation

The light of the blood moon was like molten iron, casting the shadow of the old locust tree at Wang Mian's feet.

He stared at the reflection of the Yi Yuan Dao on the ground. The blade reflected his own eyes with wrinkles and the ends of his hair were dazzlingly white.

This is the mark left on his soul by the time loop.

"Captain..." Yue Gui's voice was filled with tears. Her fingers clenched the remaining talisman, and the ashes of the sparks fell on her eyelashes.

"Your soul..."

Wang Mian raised his hand to stop her.

He could clearly feel the burning pain between his eyebrows, and the fragments of his soul were falling along his meridians, like crushed jade chips piercing into his bone marrow.

Two hours ago, he could still feel the gap in the timeline, but now the gap seemed to be covered with oil, and it was slippery every time he touched it.

"Klein Realm." He suddenly spoke, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper scraping against a reef.

“It’s not a Möbius strip, it’s the inside of a Klein bottle.

We are in the 'realm' where the timeline is connected from beginning to end, and even the gaps are on the ring.

Chen Yangrong's cough came from the millstone.

The anchor in the old man's arms was oozing black blood, a piece of gold foil floated on the blood beads, and the gold paint of the word "境" was blurred by the blood.

Wang Mian stared at the gold foil, his Adam's apple rolling——

He suddenly remembered the records in ancient books: some ancient realms would seal the exits with gold foil with the word "realm", unless...

Unless a living person is sacrificed.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Wang Mian's temples began to throb.

His eyes swept across Chen Yangrong's chest - there was a long black iron knife stuck there, the blade was three inches deep into his ribs, and the handle was wrapped with a faded red rope.

He had personally inserted that into Chen Yangrong's heart three days ago to prevent the old man from awakening the giant beast in the abyss.

At this moment, the blade was emitting a strange glow, as if luring him.

"Mask has guarded the sea for Daxia for twenty years." Wangmian's nails dug into his palm.

"Thirteen people died, and seven souls were lost."

He looked at the distant waves dyed red by the blood moon, and thought of the child who was nailed to the reef twenty years ago.

Thinking back to the way Xuanwo handed the talisman paper with trembling hands during his first mission, he said, "We should be selfish for once."

He walked towards the millstone.

Yue Gui rushed over to stop him, but was waved away by Wang Mian.

The old man's cloudy eyes reflected his shadow, and black blood flowed down the blade, forming a small pool on the millstone.

Wang Mian's hand pressed on the hilt of the knife, and the red rope made his knuckles turn white.

As long as this knife is pulled out, Chen Yangrong will die, but perhaps the seal of the "realm" can be shattered, allowing everyone to escape.

"team leader!"

It is the sound of the scales.

Wang Mian turned around suddenly and saw a wisp of green smoke rising from the south - that was the signal from the vortex forming an array with incense and candles.

But the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank: the green smoke was wrapped with the ashes of the Moon Ghost's talisman, which was a sign that the Red Moon was eroding the team members' minds.

"Red Moon..." Wang Mian's hand trembled violently.

He remembered what Moon Ghost had said three days ago: "The blood moon will amplify the most hidden desires in the human heart."

It turned out that it was not the timeline that excluded him, but he was influenced by the Red Moon and mistook the "desire to survive" for the "breakthrough direction."

Cold sweat slid down the back of his neck into his collar.

Wang Mian pulled his hand back suddenly, and his nails made a harsh sound as they scraped against the hilt of the knife.

He bit the tip of his tongue, the taste of rust exploded in his mouth, and the pain was like a basin of cold water poured over his head -

He saw the face of Swirl reflected in the fragment of his soul.

Yesterday, the boy held up his phone to show him his travel plan with his girlfriend, saying that they were going to see the snow-capped mountains after the mission was over.

"Let's go." Wang Mian bent down and picked up the Yi Yuan knife. The blade hummed and made his palm numb.

“Go outside the village.”

Moon Ghost was stunned: "But it's a closed loop..."

"It's not a closed loop that traps people." Wang Mian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pointed the tip of the knife at the blood moon.

"We are the ones who are trapped in the illusion of the red moon." He turned and ran towards the village entrance, the sea breeze lifting his clothes.

"Go outside the giant beast's corpse. That's where the territory master set up the trap!"

The north end of the fishing village.

Uzumaki's hands were shaking.

He held the last three sticks of sandalwood, and the green smoke wrapped around Moon Ghost's wrist—

The girl's eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, and her nails dug deep into the sandalwood. The incense ash fell on the back of her hand, burning it and causing a string of small blisters.

"I'm sorry." Xuanxu gritted her teeth and added another stick of incense. The smoke wrapped around her ankles.

"Wait for the red moon to go down..."

"well done."

Tianping's voice came from behind.

A copper scale appeared in his palm at some point, with the weight stained with sandalwood ash.

The vice-captain walked over to him and stared at the four people who were cocooned in the smoke: Yue Gui was still struggling, Tan Xiang's forehead was against the wall, and he was mumbling incomprehensible spells;

Xinghen clutched the talisman paper, his fingertips almost poking through the yellow paper;

Rose was the quietest, but the veins on the back of her hand that was holding the short blade were bulging like little snakes.

"Did you notice something was wrong with them a long time ago?" Tianping asked.

Xuanwo wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The Moon Ghost's Time Chasing Talisman burned too quickly, and the sandalwood ash didn't swirl—something was wrong when the red moon first rose."

He looked down at his shaking hands. "I thought I could hold on until the captain came back..."

"You made it." Tian Ping patted his shoulder and turned the weight in his palm.

"When I was with Nantou, I saw you mix the soul-calming grass into the incense."

He rubbed his fingertips across the scale on the beam, "Good boy, you're smarter than I was back then."

The tips of Xuanwei's ears turned red.

He looked at the window paper stained red by the blood moon and suddenly remembered the message his girlfriend had sent him before he left: "After this mission, let's go to Daocheng to see the snow-capped mountains, okay?"

“I booked a B&B where I can see the stars.”

He touched the crumpled plane ticket in his pocket, and his throat suddenly tightened - if he could get out alive, he must flatten the ticket and buy a bouquet of flowers.

The blood moon suddenly shook.

The clear sound of Yi Yuandao came from the village entrance.

Xuanwo looked up and saw Wang Mian's figure passing by the fish drying rack, and the light of a knife cut through the red mist cast by the blood moon.

He clenched the plane ticket in his pocket and suddenly felt a little regretful - regret for taking on this mission and regret for turning down the trip with his girlfriend.

If I could do it again...

"Vortex!" Tianping's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Prepare to form a formation, the captain is about to break the deadlock!"

Uzumaki shook his head sharply and gripped the ticket tighter.

He grabbed the last handful of sandalwood. As the smoke rose, he could faintly hear Wang Mian's roar drifting on the sea breeze: "Hold on, everyone!"

"I fucking regret taking this lousy mission!"

Xuanwo suddenly roared, his knuckles gripping the plane ticket turned white, and his eyes were red as if soaked in blood.

He stared at the swaying shadow of the blood moon on the window paper, his Adam's apple rolling violently: "I clearly agreed to take A Yao to Daocheng to see the snow-capped mountains, and I even booked a B&B with a star-view view -"

The voice stopped abruptly, and he turned his face away suddenly, his eyelashes casting wet shadows under his eyes.

"I should have postponed this lousy mission earlier."

The copper weight of the balance stopped in his palm.

He didn't say anything, but just tapped Xuanwo's trembling hand lightly with the scale rod.

The deputy captain's palm still held the warmth of sandalwood ash, like a warm stone with the aroma of fireworks: "Do you think anyone on the team has never pushed a mission?"

His voice was low and hoarse, but it was like a blunt knife cutting through the fog.

"Last month, Xia Simeng's Phoenix Squad was fighting a snake demon in southern Yunnan, and Kong Shang's leg bones were broken;"

"An Qingyu's Night Team is even more incredible. Last time when they were guarding Jingyuan, Miss An's soul was eaten away by the ghost fog—"

"So?" Xuanwo sniffed, his voice muffled.

"So if this task could really be pushed off, it wouldn't be our turn."

Tianping suddenly smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were embedded with half-wiped incense ash.

"Who do you think would have come if we hadn't come?"

Xuanwo was startled.

"It's the bunch of guys who just got regular employees."

Tian Ping pointed the balance bar at Xing Hen, who was curled up in a ball in the corner. The boy was still unconsciously folding talisman paper, the yellow paper making a small sound in his hands.

"During the assessment last month, Xiaoxing was just like you back then, holding up a talisman and asking me, 'Deputy Captain, how many lines do I need to draw on this talisman to make it effective?'"

"Rose is even more amazing. While practicing with her sword, she missed her target and split the stone lion at the shooting range in half."

The sea breeze suddenly blew in through the window, making the copper bells on the scales jingle.

Xuanwo looked at the curled up hair on the top of Xinghen's head.

I remembered that three days ago, this kid was squatting on the reef and drawing talismans on shells, saying that he wanted to take them back as toys for his sister.

He touched the plane ticket in his pocket and suddenly felt that the wrinkles on his palm were not so painful.

“Luckily it’s us who came.”

He said softly, the anger in his voice was like the receding sea, leaving only a rough tenacity.

"At least... at least I can protect them for a little while longer."

“That’s what all captains think.”

Wang Mian's voice came from the door.

They both turned their heads at the same time.

The scabbard of Yi Yuan Dao hit the door frame, making a clear sound.

Wang Mian's temples were stained with the red mist of the blood moon, and the bloodshot under his eyes spread like spider webs, but when he saw the team members tied up like cocoons in the corner by sandalwood, his eyes suddenly tightened.

The Moon Ghost's spell burned through the smoke, and he was scratching the soul lines on his wrist with his nails;

Tan Xiang's forehead was pressed against the wall, and every time it hit the wall, a piece of skin was scraped off. Blood flowed down the cracks in the wall and formed a dark red stream on the ground.

“Captain—” Just as Xuanwo was about to get up, the ground suddenly shook.

The entire fishing village shook violently like a cat with its neck grabbed.

The anchor on the millstone fell to the ground with a clang, and Chen Yangrong's black blood formed strange patterns on the bluestone slabs.

Wang Mian's pupils suddenly shrank——

The blood moon had moved to the horizon at some point, and a silver ring was surging out from the deep sea, like a broken star track, carrying the dazzling light of law.

"The time loop...is over."

Wang Mian's voice was hoarse. He could clearly sense the power surging in the ring.

It is the backlash of the law of time, which will eat back all the extra time spent in the closed loop, skin and bones.

"Then let's..." The weight on the scale suddenly became heavy, almost falling from the palm of the hand.

"They all have to die." Wang Mian said softly, as if he was talking about the weather today.

"unless......"

“Unless someone uses souls as fuel.”

Swirl's voice interrupted him.

The young man stood behind Wang Mian at some point, the plane ticket in his palm was crumpled into a ball, and his fingertips were still stained with incense ash from wiping his tears just now.

He reached out and grabbed Wang Mian's shoulder, the temperature of his palm was surprisingly hot: "Captain, you need life soul power, right?"

Wang Mian's temples began to throb.

Just as he was about to stop, he felt a scalding warmth flow down his shoulders into his meridians.

It was pure spiritual power, with the unique grass fragrance of the vortex.

Mixed with the vitality that had not faded in his soul, it was like a ball of red-hot charcoal, instantly filling up Wang Mian's dry sea of ​​life.

"Are you crazy?!" Wang Mian grabbed Xuanwo's wrist with his backhand and could feel the boy's pulse beating like a drum.

"Transferring mental energy will drain your soul!"

"It's better than the whole team dying." Xuanwo smiled, revealing the blood stains on his fangs - he had just bitten his lip.

"My girlfriend said the starry sky in Daocheng is so bright that when I die, she might be able to see me when she looks up."

Wang Mian's Adam's apple moved.

He wanted to curse and yell, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

The light of the silver ring has spread over the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and the shadow of the tree has twisted into countless hands on the ground, trying to drag everyone into the crack of time.

"Captain!" Tianping suddenly shouted,

"The Moon Ghost's spell is about to burn through!"

Wang Mian turned around suddenly.

Moon Ghost's nails had dug into the soul lines, and blood was flowing down the pale skin.

She tilted her head back, the red mist in her eyes gradually dissipated, and she could vaguely see the clarity in her eyes.

It turned out that the influence of the red moon also loosened at the end of the closed loop.

"Hold on!" Wang Mian roared, and the Yi Yuan Sword was unsheathed with a "hum".

The knife light split the light coming from the silver ring, drawing a half arc of golden light on the ground.

He turned his head to look at the vortex, and the boy's face was as white as paper.

But he still gritted his teeth and channeled his mental energy. The sweat on his forehead dripped onto the backs of their clasped hands, making them incredibly hot.

The light of the silver ring came closer.

The shadow of the old locust tree began to shatter, like ink blown away by the wind.

Wang Mian could hear the roar of the law of time, like thousands of horses trampling across the sea of ​​life, making his eardrums hurt.

He gripped the Yi Yuan Knife tightly, and the golden light on the tip of the knife suddenly surged three inches - the vortex's spiritual power actually made this old knife recognize its master again.

"Prepare to form a battle formation!" Wang Mian's voice mixed with the sound of swords, shaking the ashes on the beams to fall down.

"Tianli, keep an eye on the Moon Ghost; the Whirlpool..."

He turned around and found that Xuanwo was already kneeling on the ground.

The boy's eyelashes were stained with incense ash, and his breathing was as light as a feather.

But he was still smiling, his eyes curved into crescents: "Captain, my girlfriend's ticket... is in my pocket... help me..."

"Shut up!" Wang Mian's voice suddenly broke.

He squatted down and held Xuanwo in his arms. He could feel the boy's body temperature rapidly disappearing.

"I haven't lost yet, hold on to me!"

The light of the silver ring spread over the threshold.

Wang Mian looked up and saw that in the moonlight, the Moon Ghost had finally broken free from the smoke and was staggering towards them.

Tan Xiang stopped banging against the wall and was using his bloody hands to help Xing Hen up;

Qiangwei's short blade fell to the ground with a clang. She squatted down and dragged the unconscious team member to Wang Mian.

The erasure of the law of time is coming.

Suddenly, a clear phoenix cry was heard in the distance, like an arrow piercing through the clouds.

Wang Mian suddenly looked up, but only saw half a blood-red scale floating in the light of the silver ring - it was the remaining scale of a giant beast from the abyss, glowing strangely in the power of the law.