Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

"Why are you still chanting spells, Ruyi? I feel like there's something snake-like about you."

Baili Pangpang glanced around in fear, his voice trembling: "I don't know either, but that's what Su Yan taught me."

"What do we need to do now?" Shen Qingzhu asked.

"Let's go for a walk on the street. Brother, you have to protect me. I don't want to die."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

The two walked out from the corner of the courtyard wall and began to walk towards the end of the long street. Along the way, Shen Qingzhu was affected by what Baili Pangpang had said before, and his breathing became rapid unconsciously. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, fearing that a large truck would rush out from somewhere and run over the two of them.

As they approached the corner, Shen Qingzhu suddenly stretched out his hand:

"Chubby, you walk on the inside, and I'll walk on the outside. It's easiest to encounter out-of-control vehicles when turning."

"Brother, thank you for your kindness."

After thanking him, Baili Pangpang switched places with Shen Qingzhu. As he turned the corner, he suddenly stepped on a furry thing.

"Ouch!"

A scream echoed around him as he stepped on the tail of a dog that was half-crouching and defecating. The dog, in pain, turned around and bit him, its sharp canine teeth digging deep into Baili Pangpang's calf.

"Ow—!"

..........

"Smith Marseille, ##%$#$%!"

The middle-aged woman was holding a big dog, speaking Japanese, and kept bowing and apologizing to Baili Pangpang. Finally, she took out all the money from her wallet, handed it over with both hands, and hurried away.

Not more, not less, exactly 100,000 yen.

Baili Pangpang looked down at Xue Linlin's calf: ???????

Shen Qingzhu: ...

Shen Qingzhu felt a little ashamed: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't switched places with you..."

"I don't blame you. Even if this dog didn't bite me, other disasters would be waiting for me. I'm so unlucky." Baili Pangpang was open-minded. He put the money away and looked around. "The more unlucky I am, the closer I am to [Overcoming Evil]. This should be one step closer, right?"

Shen Qingzhu: "How about I look around?"

The corners of Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched twice, and he gritted his teeth: "Ruyi, Ruyi, please do as I wish, and please appear soon... I want to make a wish, I want to get a windfall of one million yen."

Shen Qingzhu was suddenly startled, but it was too late to stop it.

[Ruyi] flashed twice, indicating that your order has been received and the "Is he dead" rider is being called.

Baili Pangpang forced a smile and said, "We can't waste any more time. We have to rush back after finding the knife. A disaster of one million yen should be enough."

The words fell.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound of a car on the high slope in the distance, and then, as the two men watched, a refrigerated van suddenly rushed down the slope and rushed towards them. Through the windshield, they could clearly see the driver's flushed cheeks and his head dozing off bit by bit.

"He's driving drunk!"

"No way, Fatty, this is a bit too much!"

Shen Qingzhu yelled as he fled backwards, only to be grabbed by Baili Pangpang. "Brother, running is useless. Running will only make the situation worse. We'll wait here. When you finally hit me, you push me, and I'll dodge. After I fall to the ground, I'll twitch and try to extort 100 million yen from the driver!"

"Is this okay?"

"Okay, God will leave some clues for you. This is what Su Yan said. You must find a good opportunity!" Baili Pangpang roared.

"I understand!"

Buzz buzz buzz—!

The car was clearly going down a steep slope, but the driver seemed to be in a daze. Instead of braking, he kept pressing the accelerator.

The engine roared and the car speed quickly soared to 180 miles per hour. At a certain moment, the wheels slipped, the front of the car tilted, and suddenly it lost control and crashed into Baili Pangpang.

30 m.

20 m.

10 m.

Shen Qingzhu roared angrily, and he rushed forward, kicked out with his right leg, and kicked Baili Pangpang's hips hard with his military boots!

With a dull "bang", Baili Pangpang's fat body was kicked off the ground and flew out like a ball. Shen Qingzhu took advantage of the force to flip sideways and jumped to the side nimbly.

"Eight~~~"

The truck driver suddenly came to his senses, roared, and twisted the steering wheel hard. The car tilted, two wheels touched the ground, drifted through the corner, and completed it in one go. It just scraped the wall and swung out a big arc, leaving safely.

"Huh? Why are you gone?"

Shen Qingzhu was stunned. The truck didn't hit him, so how could Pangpang extort 100 million yuan from someone?

“Squeak—bang!”

The sound of brakes and collision pulled Shen Qingzhu back.

In the middle of the road, the fat guy who was kicked away was hit head-on by a car. He smashed the brick wall like a big bowling ball, and finally fell into the bushes with a "boom", stirring up fallen leaves all over the sky.

"My Fatty!"

Shen Qingzhu's eyes were bloodshot and he roared in anger. He kicked his legs hard and jumped into the bushes. He accidentally stepped on the soft mud and slipped. As he stumbled, he kicked Baili Pangpang in the belly.

"yue~~" Baili Pangpang spat out a mouthful of leftover rice.

Shen Qingzhu was shocked: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Pangpang, I didn't mean it!"

"Brother, please check if my legs are still there." Baili Pangpang coughed twice and asked weakly:

"I feel no pain down there, and it feels a little warm. Did I poop in my pants?"

Shen Qingzhu checked and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, you just sat on cow dung."

"Smith Masayoshi, Smith Masayoshi!"

The female driver who caused the accident was so frightened that she rolled and crawled into the bushes, kowtowed to Baili Pangpang repeatedly, and stuffed gold bracelets, gold necklaces, and various jewelry into his hands.

Judging from the quality of the jewelry, this deal is worth more than just a million yen.

Baili Pangpang had no intention of paying any attention. He just lay on the ground in a "Tai" shape, looking at the sky with a look of despair: "[Du'e] ah [Du'e], where on earth is it? Should I wish for a bigger one?"

at this time.

"Swish~Pah."

A large pool of gray and white bird droppings mixed with water fell from the sky and hit Baili Pangpang's face accurately. The sticky excrement slowly slid down his nose, emitting a pungent odor.

"yue!"

Now it was not just Baili Pangpang, but even the female driver who caused the accident and Shen Qingzhu covered their mouths at the same time, hiccuping and backing away.

"Fuck you! You're bullying me with a little bird! Get down from here, or I'll pluck all your feathers out!"

Baili Pangpang shook his head, pointed at a black crow on the tree above his head, and cursed.

The crow screamed and flew away: "Stupid~~Stupid~~Stupid~~"

Baili Pangpang: ???

Shen Qingzhu: ...

"Brother...did that crow just now scold me?"

"...Fuck, hurry up and chase after it, [Du'e] Sword Spirit!"

Chapter 427 Recruiting [God Hidden]

"Yu Gong, look at it more positively. There's no need to be too sad. It's normal that you can't beat Su Yan. It's mainly because you have never received any mental training. Your spiritual sea is like a rootless duckweed, empty and unreal."

"You sword masters actually all have this problem. On the surface, you may appear to be the sword master, but in reality, the sword is controlling you, not you controlling the sword. You're putting the cart before the horse, and it's easy for a freak like Su Yan to catch you."

The rainstorm has stopped and the sun is rising.

Lin Qiye patted the hand of Amamiya Haruki, who was squatting in the corner drawing circles, and comforted him in a gentle voice.

awful!

This guy is so miserable. He said a lot of pretentious things before the battle, saying he was invincible among his peers and had never been defeated...

As a result, when the fight really started, he couldn't even withstand a single move.

Coupled with Su Yan's playful "Iron Mountain Lean", he almost threw contempt directly in Amamiya Haruki's face. The overwhelming strength and the embarrassing critical hit in front of the public directly shattered his mentality.

Considering that they were colleagues, Lin Qiye extended a hand to save face.

"So that's how it is." Amamiya Haruki rubbed his dejected face and said with some effort:

"If I also go to your hometown and undergo mental system training, I should be able to fight him."

"Oh, that can't be."

Lin Qiye shook his head: "Then you will find that you will never be able to defeat him in this life."

Amamiya Haruki: ...

The boy was in tears and continued to cry in the corner.

On the other side, the middle-aged craftsman named Furuhara Ryoki came out of the house with food, placed it on the stone table carefully, bent his waist and humbly invited Su Yan to eat.

Su Yan had been traveling all day and his stomach was rumbling.

You're welcome, sit down at the stone table.

On the stained stone table, there were only two worn-out small bowls and a round plate.

Su Yan only took one look at the food and instantly lost interest.

A picture that catches the eye.

A bowl of stale rice lay wilted in the bowl, as if it had been drained of its vitality. There was not a single ray of light in its color, and it was obvious that it was dead rice.

The other bowl was half a bowl of dried pickles.

It was black and dotted with blue mold spots. I didn't know how many days it had been there.

Only the plate of fried bacon with green onions in the middle seemed normal, but it could only be described as "normal". The fat was not even stir-fried and was shiny with oil. It must not have been very delicious.

What a delicious little set meal!