Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 761 The mysterious "they" appear, and the fishing village is in danger

Lin Qiye's heels slipped on the wet bluestone slabs, and Shen Qingzhu pulled his arm with such force that it almost cut into his bones.

Behind him came the screams of Chen Yangrong's gang - not cries of pain, but sobbing, trembling cries of "Help".

The whistling sound of Yi Yuan's wings scraping through the air was like a rusty nail drilling into my ears.

"Go left!"

Cao Yuan suddenly roared,

Lin Qiye instinctively turned his head, and a black shadow flew past his neck, and the wind it brought made his back teeth cold.

It was a mandarin duck, as black as ink-splattered paper, with eyes that were creepy red.

There was still half a piece of bloody meat hanging on the sharp beak - probably from one of Chen Yangrong's unlucky subordinates.

"Why are there so many of these things suddenly?"

Baili Pangpang ran out of breath, and knocked over a Yi Yuan that rushed towards him with the demon-subduing pestle in his hand.

The pestle head sank into the beast's chest, and when it was pulled out, a string of sticky black blood came out.

"We encountered three of them on Zhenbeipo last month. They were enough to keep us busy for half an hour. So there must be... twenty of them?"

Shen Qingzhu threw out three thunder talismans with his backhand, which blew up the nearest Yi Yuan and made them stagger and crash into the wall.

The loose hair on her temples was all stuck to her face by sweat, but her voice was very steady: "Yi Yuan likes shade, but this fishing village is not shaded during the day."

She kicked away a dead Yi Yuan at her feet.

"The 'they' that Chen Yangrong's grandson just mentioned might be related to this thing."

Lin Qiye's temples were throbbing.

Chen Yangrong's sinister smile from the moment before was still flashing before his eyes.

They said "you'll know soon enough", but now you know it damn fast.

He drew the demon-slaying sword from his waist, and the blade hummed and shook off the two Yi Yuans that were rushing towards him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wu Hen squatting in the corner, holding a stone half the height of a man in his hand.

She winked at him and said, "Seventh Brother, can I borrow a light?"

"Are you crazy?" Lin Qiye knocked over Yi Yuan on the left.

"That rock will splash all over you with blood!"

Wu Hen grinned and rubbed his thumb on the stone.

The fire starter blazed with a blue flame. "I mean, this stone—look at the patterns on it. Does it look like the fire-patterned rock described in the Demon Suppression Division's book, 'Strange Tales of Mountains and Seas'?"

He threw the stone into the sky, and the blue flames blazed along the stone lines.

"Just a good addition to the menu for these black rats!"

The flint stone hit the flock of Yuanyang, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Several mandarin ducks were burned and rolled on the ground.

The black hair was sizzling with oil, and the burnt smell went straight into people's throats.

Lin Qiye took the opportunity to drag Baili Pangpang forward, but he caught a glimpse of Chen Yangrong's shadow from the corner of his eye - the grandson was leaning against the wall.

He held a blood-stained dagger in his hand, and the clothes on his chest were torn to shreds, revealing several claw marks deep enough to see the bone.

"Lin, Lin Qiye!" Chen Yangrong suddenly called him, his voice like a broken bellows.

"They, they are on the moon... waiting for everyone... to look up..."

A yew pounced on him and bit his neck directly.

The blood splattered on the wall, a glaring red.

Lin Qiye paused, and Shen Qingzhu pulled him again: "Don't look! Go!"

But at this moment, a "boom" sound came from the distance, as if someone's house had collapsed.

Then came the screams of women, the cries of children, and the constant shouts of "fire-fighting"

"Help" - this voice did not come from Chen Yangrong.

It was the center of the fishing village, a place they had originally wanted to avoid.

"An Qingyu is still over there!" Lin Qiye suddenly stopped, and the veins on his forehead twitched even more violently.

Shen Qingzhu's face changed: "Are you crazy? Yi Yuan hasn't been dealt with yet!"

"If anything happens to An Qingyu, the Night Squad will be disbanded."

Lin Qiye slammed the demon-slaying sword onto the ground, turned around and ran back.

"Wu Hen! Take Pangpang and Yuanzi and retreat first. I'll go get them!"

Wu Hen cursed his ancestors, but still picked up the red-hot Fire Rock and chased after him: "You're rescuing people without your brothers?"

"I haven't had enough fun with my flint yet!"

The cobblestone road in the center of the fishing village made a thudding sound when people walked on it.

Lin Qiye ran past the wooden racks where the fishing nets were drying and saw the fence of Widow Wang's house leaning on the ground.

The peach trees in the yard were chopped into pieces.

Further ahead was a threshing ground, now crowded with twenty or thirty villagers, all craning their necks to look towards the center.

An Qingyu stood at the front of the crowd, his white Taoist robe stained with mud, and he held a string of soul-calming bells in his hand.

When she turned around, Lin Qiye saw a bloodstain on her temple, and he didn't know whether it was his or someone else's.

"Qiye, you came just in time." She lowered her voice.

"Chen Gou said he dreamed of the moon again last night."

"moon?"

Lin Qiye squeezed next to her and saw an old man squatting in the crowd - Chen Gou.

The oldest night watchman in the fishing village usually takes a nap under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

But now he was trembling all over, his eyes wide as bells: "There are eyes on the moon! Really! They are round and bigger than millstones!"

"I dreamt of it again last night. Those eyes stared at me, making my bones go cold... and then the golden light appeared."

"I covered my eyes, but that light... that light was like red-hot iron, it burned me..."

"Uncle Chen Gou!"

Suddenly a young wife squeezed in from outside the crowd, holding a crying girl in her arms, with blood still flowing from her arms.

"Little sister was stabbed by Widow Wang! In the back alley!"

"Widow Wang held up a kitchen knife, shouting things like 'Don't let them see' and 'Cover your eyes'..."

"What?" Chen Gou stood up suddenly, almost knocking over the bamboo basket next to him.

"Widow Wang is usually very honest. She wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken. How could she..."

"Go call the barefoot doctor!" a villager shouted.

"Didn't Erzhuzi go to the next village? Ask him to bring Doctor Li back!"

An Qingyu suddenly grabbed Lin Qiye's sleeve.

Lin Qiye lowered his head and saw that her fingertips were white. "It takes three mountains to get from the fishing village to the next village. Erzhuzi has been walking for almost half a day. I'm afraid he has just reached the foot of the mountain now."

"Wait until he comes back..."

She didn't finish her words, but Lin Qiye understood - the youngest sister couldn't wait until then.

The noise in the threshing ground suddenly became louder.

Lin Qiye looked up and saw Chen Gou stumbling towards the village entrance.

Clutching a tattered straw hat in his hand, he ran and shouted, "Erzhuzi! Erzhuzi, where have you been? My little sister is dying!"

As he was running across the bluestone slabs, he tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, with his straw hat rolling into the mud.

Lin Qiye wanted to help, but An Qingyu held him back: "Don't."

She looked at Chen Gou's back as he slowly got up, and the Soul-Calming Bell in her hand spun faster.

"The moon he just mentioned... and the 'Cthulhu' Chen Lu mentioned in the interrogation room,

And the 'they' Chen Yangrong mentioned are probably strung together into one line."

Yi Yuan's scream came again in the distance.

Lin Qiye gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly, and Chen Gou's dull face was reflected on the blade - the old man was standing at the entrance of the village.

I stared at the mountain road in a daze, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

"Seven Nights."

An Qingyu's voice was as light as a sigh.

"We may have guessed wrong. The danger to this fishing village has never been on Yi Yuan."

Chen Gou's straw hat spun in the mud puddle and got half a rotten vegetable leaf stuck on it.

He lay on the bluestone slab, digging his knuckles into the cracks between the bricks, like an old dog with all its strength drained away.

The noise from the threshing floor suddenly became very far away, and he could hear a gurgling gasp in his throat.

The sweat on the back of my neck flowed down my collar - it wasn't hot, it was cold, so cold that my bones were shivering.

"Uncle Gou?" The first person to react was Aunt Zhang who was selling dried fish.

She came trotting over carrying a bamboo basket, not caring about the pain in her arms caused by the bamboo strips.

"Did you fall? Let me help you up—"

Chen Gou suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Aunt Zhang was so shocked by the force that she almost cried out, and then she saw the old man's cloudy eyes slowly lift up.

Bloodshot appeared in the whites of his eyes, like blood-soaked cotton wool: "My dad... I heard my dad calling me."

His voice was sticky, like a mouthful of phlegm.

"He said, 'Gouzi, look up at the moon,' but the moon hadn't risen yet..."

Aunt Zhang's hands began to tremble.

She remembered that Chen Gou's father had died thirty years earlier and was buried under an old locust tree in the back mountain. The coffin lid had rotted into mud.

The villagers in the threshing ground gradually gathered around. A few young and strong ones wanted to step forward to pull people away, but were stopped by Lin Qiye with his arms outstretched.

He stared at Chen Gou's blue lips, and the demon-slaying sword left a red mark on his palm - something was wrong with this old man.

It made the back of his neck feel colder than Yi Yuan’s scream.

"Uncle Gou, you remembered it wrongly."

An Qingyu took half a step forward, and the soul-calming bell rang gently. The sound of the bell was like a fine needle drilling into one's ear.

"When your father left, he said he wanted to see you through the night watch of the fishing village."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Gou suddenly twitched violently, and his nails almost dug into Aunt Zhang's wrist bones.

Aunt Zhang gasped in pain, but she saw the old man's pupils shrinking.

The originally cloudy eyeballs turned bloody red, as if someone had splashed blood in them.

"He said... they were tired of waiting."

Chen Gou's voice suddenly changed, becoming hoarse with a hint of shrillness, like two voices overlapping.

"The moon's eyes are about to open, and will swallow up all those who look up into the clouds..."

"Everyone step back!" Lin Qiye suddenly grabbed An Qingyu and moved to the side.

Chen Gou's body was twisting, and the clothes on his back were torn into several pieces.

The bluish-gray skin underneath was exposed, and the blood vessels were bulging like earthworms.

Aunt Zhang screamed and shook off his hand, rolling and crawling backwards, and the dried fish in the bamboo basket scattered all over the floor.

Several villagers picked up carrying poles and were about to smash him, but Lin Qiye yelled at them, "Don't touch him! He's possessed by something dirty!"

An Qingyu's soul-calming bell spun faster, and the sound of the bell was mixed with fragmented spells.

Chen Gou suddenly raised his head and let out a scream like a baby crying, shaking the window paper in the threshing yard.

Lin Qiye's demon-slaying sword hummed as it came out of its sheath, and the light of the sword reflected the blue spots on the old man's face - those spots were wriggling, as if they were alive.

"Seven Nights!"

Wu Hen rushed over from the alley, still holding the Fire Mark Rock in his hand.

"Pangpang and Yuanzi led the Yiyuan out of the village, but just now one of the Yiyuan had blood on its claws."

He was breathing heavily.

"It's not Chen Yangrong and the others. It's... black."

Lin Qiye's temples were throbbing.

He remembered what Chen Yangrong said before he died: "They are on the moon."

Thinking of Chen Lu's crazy "Cthulhu" in the interrogation room,

Now there is Chen Gou’s abnormality - these threads are getting tangled together.

He stared at Chen Gou's gradually hunched back, and suddenly heard the sound of sirens in the distance.

It was not the black iron car of the Demon Suppression Bureau, but the "woooo" sound of an ordinary police car.

"Is it Erzhuzi who brought Doctor Li back?" a villager shouted.

Chen Gou suddenly froze, his scarlet eyes slowly turning towards the village entrance.

The sirens were getting closer and closer, but Lin Qiye could sense something was wrong - the sound was too sharp, like someone scratching glass with fingernails, making his eardrums hurt.

At the same time, in the interrogation room of the Night Watch headquarters in Shangjing City.

Chen Lu's handcuffs made a dull sound when they hit the iron table.

He was hunched over like a shrimp, his forehead resting on the cold table, and cold sweat soaked the back of his prison uniform.

Zuo Qing stood in front of the one-way glass.

He tapped the table with his fingers. "Chen Lu, the 'they' you mentioned earlier, are they related to the Yi Yuan in the fishing village?"

"Does it matter?" Chen Lu suddenly laughed, his laughter like a broken bellows.

"Left Captain, have you ever seen the moon open its eyes?"

He raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

"I have been watching over the New Year's Eve in the fishing village for twenty years. On the fifteenth day of last month, the clouds on the moon suddenly dispersed.

I saw... I saw something moving behind the clouds, like a lump of rotten meat, with many eyes and many mouths..."

Zuo Qing's face darkened.

He had seen too many madmen possessed by evil spirits, but Chen Lu's fear was too real, as real as a knife stabbing him in the back of the neck.

"So you killed Chen Yangrong's men?"

He tugged at his tie. The air conditioning in the interrogation room was turned too low.

"You said they were 'going to lure them down'. Where's the evidence?"

"Evidence?" Chen Lu suddenly rushed towards the iron bars, the handcuffs chain stretched straight.

"Chen Yangrong dug a pit at the east end of the village, and buried in the pit a stone engraved with spells!"

"I peeked over at midnight and saw the stones glowing, like... like their eyes!"

His voice suddenly became softer, as if he was afraid of being heard.

"Last night, I dreamed of the moon again.

Those eyes are looking at me, saying 'It's time to wake up', saying 'Everyone who looks up is a sacrifice'..."

Zuo Qing's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and took a look. It was a message from Lin Qiye: [Chen Gou's change is related to "The Moon and the others."]

He clenched his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white. Lin Qiye rarely used such words.

This shows that the situation in the fishing village has gone beyond the scope of conventional demon exorcism.

"Chen Lu," Zuo Qing put the phone away, his voice as heavy as a lead block.

"What are you calling 'them'?"

Chen Lu suddenly became quiet.

He stared at Zuo Qing's epaulettes, his mouth wide open, revealing his blood-stained gums: "Cthulhu."

He spoke each word carefully. "They call themselves Cthulhu."

The lights in the interrogation room suddenly flickered.

Zuo Qing got goose bumps on the back of his neck.

He had seen the record in the Demon-Suppressing Scroll, "Cthulhu is an ancient being sleeping in the deep sea and between the stars."

"Anyone who looks upon its true form will go mad—but that is legend, a story written on yellowed pages.

"Left Team." The intern from the monitoring room suddenly pushed the door open and came in, his face pale.

"The surveillance cameras in the fishing village...are all dark."

Chen Lu's laughter echoed in the interrogation room.

Zuo Qing looked at his distorted face and suddenly remembered what Lin Qiye said after the last mission: "Some things cannot be solved by the Demon Slayer Sword."

At this moment in the fishing village, Chen Gou was running towards the east end of the village, the darkening sky reflected in his scarlet eyes.

Lin Qiye gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly, and the blood patterns on the blade began to heat up - he knew that the person they were facing was not Yi Yuan.

And under the night sky of Shangjing City, the moon was rising slowly, and something was wriggling in the clouds.