Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 592: White Bear Enters the Box as Sword Soul (For Eghver. Comfort +1)

Ah Zhuer put his hands on his hips and stared at the white bear angrily.

In the kitchen, the aroma of grilled fish has not yet dissipated, but there is very little grilled fish left.

The white bear squatted in the corner, still holding the last fish bone in his hand, blinking innocently.

"White Bear! You stole the grilled fish again!" Ajuer's voice exploded in the kitchen like thunder, shaking the walls slightly.

White Bear was shocked and quickly put down the fish bone in his hand, with a flattering smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Sister Zhuer, I'm really hungry."

"If I'm hungry, I'm hungry. Don't you have any self-control?"

Azhuer's tone became even more severe, his hands still on his waist, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty.

The white bear shrank his neck and his face turned a little ugly. He knew that he had made a big mistake this time.

Ah Zhuer continued to scold, "You know this is prepared for the dean. If you make such a fuss, what will you say to the dean if he can't find the grilled fish?"

The white bear lowered his head, not daring to look into Ajuer's eyes.

I could only respond in a low voice: "I know I was wrong, Sister Azhuer, I won't dare to do it again next time."

Seeing that Bai Xiong was sincere, Ah Zhuer's anger subsided a little.

But she still didn't let up: "Next time? You said the same thing last time! If it happens again, I won't be polite."

The white bear nodded rapidly, repeatedly assuring him, "There won't be a next time, there won't be a next time!"

Seeing this, Ah Zhuer finally softened his tone a little, but still looked serious: "Go ahead. If you do it again next time, I won't show mercy."

Bai Xiong felt relieved, and quickly stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Sister Zhuer!"

Just as Bai Xiong turned around and was about to leave the kitchen, a figure suddenly appeared at the door.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen stood side by side. Wu Hen had a playful smile on his face, and his eyes flashed with wit and cunning.

Bai Xiong's body trembled, and he quickly bent down and greeted respectfully: "Master Lin Qiye, Master Wu Hen!"

Lin Qiye nodded slightly, but his eyes fell on the white bear, as if he was thinking about something.

Wu Hen stepped forward, patted Bai Xiong on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Hey, Bai Xiong, have you made a mistake again?"

Bai Xiong showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He just responded humbly: "Yes, Master Wu Hen, I was wrong."

Wu Hen: "Wrong? This is just a trivial matter."

He laughed, then suddenly his voice turned serious, "But, there's something I want to talk to you about."

Bai Xiong's heart tightened, and he looked up at Wu Hen with a hint of confusion and awe in his eyes.

Wu Hen continued, "White Bear, what do you think of your own strength?"

Bai Xiong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "My strength... in this world, I can only be considered mediocre."

Wu Hen smiled,

At this moment, Gushu Liangyuan and Yuhui Qinggong also walked in.

The two men looked at Wu Hen and Bai Xiong with a hint of suspicion on their faces.

Wu Hen suddenly turned to look at them and said, "Gushu Liangyuan, Yuhui Qinggong, I found a suitable sword spirit."

Gu Shuliangyuan and Yuhui Qinggong looked as if they had seen a ghost, and were obviously frightened by Wu Hen's words.

Gu Shuliangyuan spoke first: "Sword Soul? Are you kidding? This white bear, he..."

Wu Hen interrupted him, still smiling, but with a firm look in his eyes: "No, I'm not kidding. White Bear, are you willing to become my sword spirit?"

When Bai Xiong heard this, he was stunned, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Wu Hen, as if to confirm that this was not a dream.

Wu Hen didn't say anything else, but just waited quietly for Bai Xiong's reply.

In the kitchen, the atmosphere became solemn, and everyone's eyes were focused on this strange pair.

White Bear took a deep breath and raised his head.

Wu Hen smiled and nodded, took out a silver box from his arms and opened it gently.

There was a faint light flickering in the box, as if some power was surging within it.

Wu Hen handed the box to Bai Xiong and said, "From now on, you are my sword spirit."

White Bear took the box, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

He pressed the box against his chest, feeling the power within, a determined glint in his eyes.

At this moment, Wu Hen suddenly looked up.

He said to Gu Shuliangyuan and Yuhuiqinggong not far away: "Are you ready? What we are about to face will be an unprecedented battle."

Gushu Liangyuan and Yuhui Qinggong looked at each other, and an inexplicable sense of tension arose in their hearts.

They knew that every word Wu Hen said was not groundless.

And this battle is destined to be a thrilling one.

Wu Hen turned around and said to Bai Xiong, "Bai Xiong, get ready. Let's go."

White Bear nodded, clenched the silver box in his hand, his eyes showing determination and confidence.

In the kitchen, everyone held their breath, waiting for the coming storm.

Wu Hen smiled, a playful arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Let us work together to break all the injustices in this world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the room in silence.

White Bear followed closely behind, his heart full of determination and hope.

Under the night sky of the ancient city, an unprecedented battle is about to begin.

Wu Hen cleared his throat mysteriously and pointed at the white bear.

He said to Gu Shuliangyuan and Yu Huiqinggong, "Two brothers, don't underestimate this fat white boy. He is a treasure boy!"

Gu Shuliangyuan and Yu Huiqinggong looked at each other, with a look on their faces that said "Are you kidding me?"

Gu Shuliangyuan even spoke directly: "Wu Hen, you didn't sleepwalk last night, did you? Besides stealing grilled fish, what other special skills does this white bear have?"

"Hey, you don't know this!"

Wu Hen rubbed his hands, with an expression that said, "I've seen through everything." "This White Bear, he meets all the requirements to become a Sword Spirit!"

"All the conditions? Where do all the conditions come from?" Yuhui Qinggong couldn't help but ask, feeling like he had missed some important plot.

"First of all, the sword soul requires a strong soul power, and Bai Xiong, he..."

Wu Hen paused deliberately to whet everyone's appetite, "He fights with the grilled fish in his dreams every night. His mental strength is incredible!"

Gushu Liangyuan and Yuhui Qinggong almost vomited blood. What kind of condition is this?

Can fighting sharks in a dream give you powerful spiritual power?

This logic is so strange!

"Secondly, the sword spirit needs to have some special connection with the sword's owner, and White Bear, he..."

Wu Hen started to keep the secret again.

"He and Sister Azhuer spend every day together. Sister Azhuer is the dean's right-hand man. Their relationship is ironclad!"

I am exhausted from complaining about Gushuliangyuan and Yuhuiqinggong. Isn't this connection too far-fetched?

Can you become a Sword Soul if you have a good relationship with the Dean's Assistant?

Then wouldn't the dean be able to form an army of sword spirits?

Seeing the confused expressions on the two people's faces, Wu Hen knew that if he didn't say something practical, he would probably be regarded as a psychopath.

He coughed lightly and said, "Okay, no more jokes. White Bear's soul fluctuations are very special and resonate with my sword. This is the key to his becoming a sword spirit."

Gushuliangyuan and Yuhuiqinggong were skeptical, but since Wu Hen spoke so confidently, they could not refute it.

"This silver box is specially used to store souls."

Wu Hen said, patting the box in his hand. A mysterious aura emanated from the box, "White Bear, as long as you enter this box, you can become my sword spirit."

Although Bai Xiong was still a little confused, he had an inexplicable trust in Wu Hen, so he walked forward obediently and prepared to enter the box.

"Wait a moment!"

Gu Shuliangyuan suddenly called out to Bai Xiong, "Have you really thought it through? Becoming a sword spirit is no joke."

White Bear turned his head and looked at Gu Shuliangyuan, his eyes firm: "I have made up my mind"

Gu Shuliangyuan sighed, knowing that he couldn't stop Bai Xiong's decision.

He could only pray silently, hoping that Wu Hen would not lead the polar bear into the ditch.

The white bear took a deep breath, jumped, and jumped into the silver box.

The box made a slight sound and then returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

Wu Hen put the box away and turned to look at Lin Qiye.

He put on a confident smile and said, "Done! Next, let's go meet those so-called 'gods'!"

Lin Qiye nodded

And the next battle will be even more exciting.

Gushuliangyuan and Yuhuiqinggong also perked up, knowing that a great battle was about to begin.

They are ready to meet this unprecedented challenge.

Just then, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew and the kitchen door was pushed open.

A figure covered in a black robe appeared at the door.

He let out a sinister laugh: "Hehehe, it seems you are ready...Go to hell!"

Wu Hen's face changed and the silver box in his hand trembled slightly.

He knew that the real battle had just begun...

"Haha, you've come just in time. Let me see what kind of monster you are!"

Wu Hen sneered, and a powerful aura burst out from him.

The silver box in his hand shone brightly, and the white bear's soul emerged from the box, roaring loudly: "Roar!"

"White Bear, come on!"

At Wu Hen's command, the white bear transformed into a streak of white light and charged towards the black-robed figure...

The black-robed figure exclaimed, "What is this?!"

Wu Hen raised his lips to a devilish smile: "You will know soon..."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked side by side in the corridor of the Gods Mental Hospital.

The sunlight came in through the window, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Wu Hen hummed a little tune, holding a silver box in his hand.

He would throw it up and catch it from time to time, looking very happy.

"Old Wu, are you sure this thing will work?"

Lin Qiye glanced at the box in Wu Hen's hand, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"This looks like a mooncake box. Can it really hold a sword spirit?"

"Hey, you don't know this."

Wu Hen smiled mysteriously and said in a low voice,

"This is the 'Supreme Invincible Deluxe Edition Sword Soul Storage Box' I redeemed from the system mall. Don't be fooled by its plain appearance, it's a world of its own inside!"

"Supreme Deluxe Edition? Why does it sound so much like a TV shopping advertisement to me?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but complain.

“Don’t worry about what it looks like, as long as it works!”

Wu Hen waved his hand nonchalantly, "You'll know in a moment. The polar bear will definitely be attracted to it!"

As they were talking, they came to the door of White Bear's room.

Wu Hen knocked lightly on the door, and Bai Xiong's nervous voice came from inside: "Who is it?"