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

In just two minutes, the team sprinted across the snowy battlefield. After completing the search, they counted their gains and disappeared.

After a few minutes, the Wujie airspace was opened.

A logistics team quickly ran into the battlefield.

The team leader walked in leisurely, took a quick glance, and his expression froze, and he was stunned for a moment.

After a long time, he took out his cell phone and called Chen Muye.

The call was connected and the roar echoed through the sky.

"Chen Muye, you asked us to clean up the battlefield, but you're drooling over it. All you have left are a few pairs of pants?!"

Chapter 111 Happy New Year!

It's getting late.

In the night sky, from time to time, a few fireworks will bloom, as bright as stars, lighting up the city night.

Tonight is New Year's Eve, and thousands of households are brightly lit and bustling with activity.

In the office.

Hongying rested her chin on her arm, lying softly on the table, her pair of autumn-water eyes fixed on the roast goose on the table, squinting her eyes:

"Later, I must eat this goose leg. If you dare to snatch it from me, I will kill you all."

"No, this goose leg can only be mine." Su Yan shook his head and said firmly.

"Why?" Hongying pursed her lips in grievance.

Su Yan straightened his back confidently: "Because I calculated it!"

"......Does this count?!" Hongying blinked, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she was a little unconvinced.

"Of course it can be calculated. Everything is in the hexagram. Every goose leg in this world has its final destination." Su Yan said nonsense seriously:

"It's on this table right now because I'll be sitting here at some point. If anyone else eats it, they'll get diarrhea at best, or... I haven't decided yet."

"I don't believe it!" Hongying raised her head with a stern face: "Anyway, I can't tell fortunes, so what you say is what it is."

"Fortune-telling is very simple." Su Yan raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"Even without a divination plate, I can still teach you palm reading. If you don't believe me, just stretch out your hand."

Hongying pursed her lips, stretched out her right hand foolishly, and her pretty face was full of curiosity.

Su Yan drew a circle on her soft little hand and said with a smile, "Women are like water, and water is Kan. It is located below the palm and above the wrist crease. When you press it, there will be a pit. Starting from this pit, draw a fan-shaped area with the center of the rice character as the apex. This is the area where the Kan point is located..."

"Ouch, it itches."

Hongying hurriedly stretched out her right hand, curled her fingers gently like little claws, and quickly scratched the palm of her left hand twice, tilting her head and asking:

"Doesn't this hexagram say that only you can eat goose legs?"

Su Yan explained seriously, "The lines on the palm aren't enough. We need to combine them with the lines on the soles to figure out who gets to eat the goose leg."

"The lines on the soles of the feet?" A trace of confusion flashed in Hongying's eyes.

"Don't you believe me? Hold it out and I'll show it to you."

"oh....."

......

On the large sofa in front of the TV, Si Xiaonan covered his face with one hand, peeking furtively, shaking his head and sighing:

"It's over, it's over. It's completely over now."

Sitting opposite, Lin Qiye held a sharp knife in his hand, carefully peeling the apple with the blade close to it, his eyes focused and serious, as if he was performing a sacred ritual.

"What's finished?" he asked when he had time.

"Sister Hongying is completely finished. Can't you see that?" Si Xiaonan snorted.

"what?"

Lin Qiye's knife trembled unconsciously, and he suddenly raised his head, his expression becoming solemn:

"Xiao Nan, what happened to Sister Hongying? Why didn't you tell me? I'm very powerful now!"

Si Xiaonan looked at Lin Qiye in astonishment, his lips trembling. He lifted a pillow to cover his face and said in a mournful voice, "Qiye, I can't tell you anything. Go play with Lao Zhao!"

Lin Qiye scratched his head in confusion, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Lin Qiye lowered his head again and his gaze fell on his hands. The apple peel that was originally connected had quietly broken at some point. His heart tightened and he covered his chest in pain, gasping in anger.

Zhao Kongcheng was dangling an unlit cigarette from his mouth, and said with a smile:

"Qiye, show some courage. When will you be able to bring a younger brother or sister home to everyone?"

"How can there be a younger sister-in-law?" Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment and said awkwardly, "I just turned eighteen... and why don't you ask Su Yan to bring a younger sister-in-law back with you?"

"Hey, I can't talk to you at all."

Lin Qiye: ???

"Come, everyone, come and eat. Lin Qiye, don't eat the apple."

Chen Muye, wearing a pink apron and holding two plates of delicious dishes steadily in his hands, walked out of the kitchen, like a gentle and elegant home chef.

A round table with nine seats, surrounded by a dazzling array of twenty dishes.

Everyone sat down in a clockwise direction.

Chen Muye, Wu Xiangnan, Wen Qimo, Zhao Kongcheng, Leng Xuan, Si Xiaonan, Hongying, Su Yan, and Lin Qiye.

Chen Muye's eyes swept across the faces, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, first outlining a smile, and then the smile blossomed.

Finally, he could no longer contain his inner joy and burst into laughter, his laughter was hearty and refreshing.

"In the past six months, I have actually been wanting to say something."

Chen Muye paused, then laughed loudly, "I, Chen Muye, have never fought such a prosperous battle in my life!"

"Hahaha, the captain must have been holding it in for a long time."

"Team 136, the strongest!"

"I'm super high risk... Hey, someone kick me!"

"..."

The laughter and noises were mixed together, and it took a while for everyone to quiet down again.

Chen Muye took a deep breath and stood up, his face serious but with a smile in his eyes. He bowed deeply and said:

"On behalf of countless people in Cangnan, Chen Muye thanks everyone sitting here.

Everyone, remember, next year... none of us can be left behind.

Happy New Year, everyone! "

"Happy New Year--!"

The cups collided with each other, making a series of pleasant sounds, like a cheerful melody, echoing in the air. The sky outside the window was also lit up by colorful fireworks, which complemented the warm atmosphere in the room.

"Ha, my goose leg~~"

Hongying quickly picked up the goose leg, her pink cheeks puffed up slightly from chewing, and her eyes narrowed into slits with pleasure.

"Sister Hongying, didn't Su Yan calculate that the goose leg was his?" Si Xiaonan said in surprise.

"He calculated it again and found out that the goose leg was originally mine. He had miscalculated before." Hongying said with a smug look on her face.

“Also, I learned how to read foot lines!”

"...Sister Hongying, you are a fool too!" Si Xiaonan rolled his eyes.

Hongying stuck out her tongue, made a face, and clinked glasses with the people around her.

"Nanaye, happy new year."

"Sister Hongying, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Leng Xuan."

"Ah, Happy New Year."

......

"Hey, Su Yan, Happy New Year." Hongying raised her glass with a smile.

Su Yan swept around...

Chen Muye was looking at him with admiration, Si Xiaonan was glaring at him unhappily, Lin Qiye was laughing foolishly for no apparent reason, and Old Zhao was proudly showing off to Wu Xiangnan, saying that this was the person he had recruited...

His gaze finally focused on the person in front of him. She was smiling sweetly, her eyes twinkling, lively like an emerald lake.

Su Yan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised the corners of his mouth:

"--Happy New Year!"

Chapter 112 New Year’s Eve

Boo hoo hoo-!

Snapped--!

The moment of zero o'clock.

Thousands of brilliant fireworks rose into the sky. Looking from a high vantage point, the whole city seemed to be immersed in endless splendor and fantasy.

In the Heping Office, there was constant laughter and noise as people celebrated the New Year all night long.

Su Yan held the remote control and turned from one to ninety-nine, but he still couldn't find the program he wanted to watch. He muttered:

"It's Chinese New Year, and there's no Spring Festival Gala to watch?"

"Su Yan, what is the Spring Festival Gala?" Si Xiaonan was a little full and lay flat on the sofa, rubbing his stomach and groaning.

Su Yan pondered for a moment and couldn't help but complain: "What a particularly dull, extremely embarrassing, and super boring evening show."

"Then why do you still want to watch it?" Si Xiaonan asked curiously.