Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 567: Wang Xueqi Appears with a Sword (+2 for Eghver. An Yi, will be posted tomorrow)

The night was dark, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of soil.

It formed a strange smell that stimulated Lin Ye'er's sense of smell.

She looked down at the black rope in her hand. It looked ordinary.

It looks like a thick shoelace. Who would have thought that it is one of the legendary Huojin swords?

"Draw your sword, kid." Uncle Kyosuke's voice was low and deep, like an ancient bell, echoing in the silent night.

Lin Ye'er took a deep breath and complained, "This thing is called a black rope? I still have a red rope! It doesn't look sharp at all. Are you sure it can cut watermelon?"

She muttered to herself as she gripped the hilt of the knife and pulled it gently.

"Shh-"

The blade slid out without any resistance as imagined, nor any earth-shattering vision. It was as easy as pulling chopsticks out of tofu.

Lin Ye'er was stunned. Isn't this too casual?

I feel like I was fooled by the knife. Where are the promised magical weapons and the sword-drawing ceremony?

What about the special effects?

What about the background music?

She shook the black rope knife in her hand, and the blade reflected a faint light in the moonlight.

It feels like a poisonous snake, ready to bite anyone at any time.

Lin Ye'er swallowed her saliva. Could this thing be some evil thing?

"Try the other one too." Uncle Kyosuke's voice sounded again, with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness in his tone.

Lin Ye'er put the black rope knife back into the scabbard and picked up another Huojin knife - Mi Tong.

This knife looks more normal than the black rope knife, at least it looks like a knife.

She gripped the hilt of the knife and tried to draw it again.

The blade slid out easily again, without any resistance, as smooth as a hot knife cutting butter.

Lin Ye'er was stunned again. This... this is too easy, right?

She felt like she was playing a fake sword-drawing game, which was not challenging at all.

Uncle Kyosuke and Little Golden Sword Soul beside him were also stunned.

They watched helplessly as Lin Yeer pulled out two Huojin swords in succession.

It was as easy as pulling a radish, which completely overturned their cognition.

The air suddenly became quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the heavy breathing of the three people.

Uncle Kyosuke was the first to break the silence. He asked in an incredulous tone, "Have you... have you ever pulled out these two swords before?"

Lin Ye'er shook her head in confusion and said, "No, this is the first time I've seen these two knives."

"By the way, are these two knives very famous? Why do you look even more shocked than me?"

Uncle Kyosuke and Xiao Jindaohun looked at each other and saw deep doubt in each other's eyes.

"You... do you have royal blood?" Uncle Kyosuke's voice trembled, as if he was asking an extremely important question.

Royal blood?

What is this ghost?

Lin Ye'er was completely bewildered, he felt like he was listening to a foreign language.

It had only been a few days since he came here, and he was still unfamiliar with everything in this world, let alone the royal blood.

"What is royal blood?" Lin Ye'er asked curiously.

Uncle Kyosuke took a deep breath and explained, "Legend has it that only those with royal blood can pull out the Huojin Sword, and you..."

He paused, staring at Lin Ye'er with burning eyes, and said, "You can actually pull out two Huojin swords easily, which means..."

Before he could finish, Lin Ye'er interrupted him and said, "Wait, you're not trying to say that I'm a descendant of the legendary royal family, are you?"

Uncle Kyosuke didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

Lin Ye'er suddenly felt a headache. What was going on?

He is just an ordinary time traveler, how could he become a descendant of the royal family?

Isn’t this plot development too ridiculous?

"Is it possible that these two knives are not as powerful as you think?" Lin Ye'er tried to defend herself.

Uncle Kyosuke shook his head and said, "Impossible. The legend of the Fujin Sword has been around for a long time, so it can't be wrong."

He paused, then asked, "Have you ever been to the Hokkaido ruins?"

Lin Ye'er shook her head, indicating that she had never heard of this place.

Uncle Jing Jie sighed helplessly, looked at Lin Ye'er with complicated eyes, and said: "It seems that you still have many secrets..."

"Boy," he stretched out his hand, "give me the knife." The night was as dark as ink, but Lin Ye'er's mood was as if a basin of cold water was poured on her.

Uncle Kyosuke stretched out his hand straight, his eyes revealing a firmness that could not be refused.

Lin Ye'er was extremely unwilling in his heart, but he also knew that he couldn't just keep these two knives.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you the knife."

Lin Ye'er curled her lips and muttered to herself, "These days, even knives aren't allowed to be played with properly."

He handed over the black rope knife and the pupil-enchanting knife, feeling a little reluctant.

Uncle Kyosuke took the knife and said solemnly: "I will give them to you when this is over."

Lin Ye'er shrugged and thought to himself, "I hope I won't regret it when the time comes." He looked at Uncle Kyosuke carefully putting away the knife, feeling a little helpless.

At the same time, Yuhui Qinggong's figure looked particularly thin in the moonlight.

She had just overdrawn her lifespan to kill the Yellow God's Envoy Yupao, and was now so weak that she could barely stand.

Her face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, and she looked like she would collapse at any moment.

Yunari stood aside, at a loss as to what to do.

She had just learned that she had become a wanted criminal at the ghost level, and a bitter feeling welled up in her heart.

She didn't know where to go and could only stare blankly at Yuhuiqing Palace, her heart filled with helplessness and uneasiness.

Just then, Lin Ye'er and others appeared.

When Yunari saw Lin Ye'er, she felt like she had seen a savior. She immediately threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

She choked up as she recounted her experience, her voice full of grievance and helplessness.

Lin Ye'er patted her back gently and comforted her, "Don't worry, go ask your dad first."

He pointed at Uncle Kyosuke not far away, leaving a suspense.

Yunari raised her head and looked at Lin Yeer with tearful eyes, her heart full of doubts and expectations.

She didn't know what answer her father would give her.

Lin Ye'er looked at her departing back, feeling a little complicated.

He turned around and walked towards Yuhuiqing Palace to see how she was doing.

In the moonlight, his figure seemed particularly determined, as if foreshadowing what was to happen next.