Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 790: Whale Falls, Red Moon, Mist Rise, Demon Wars Change, Threat Increases

As soon as the silver edge of the horizon climbed up to the top of the reef, Wu Hen heard a strange noise.

It sounded like millions of fish fins were slapping the water at the same time, mixed with the clicking sound of dislocated bones.

When he pushed open the wooden door of the boathouse, the morning breeze, wrapped in the smell of rust, hit him in the face - on the sea level in the east,

A dark red mist was floating, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Old Lin." He grabbed Lin Qiye's wrist with his backhand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

“The red moon is coming.”

Lin Qiye shook the medicine bowl he was holding, and the brown liquid splashed onto the door sill, forming a dark brown circle on the bluestone slab.

He followed Wu Hen's gaze, his pupils shrinking slightly: "It's the breath of the whale."

Before he finished speaking, a dark red fog suddenly exploded.

The crimson light was like a torrential downpour, crashing onto the sea surface, causing waves to surge and even dyeing the reefs blood red.

Wu Hen subconsciously protected Lin Qiye behind him, and the God-Slaying Sword hummed and came out of its sheath three inches.

The lines on the blade glowed faintly blue, and wisps of green smoke rose where they collided with the red light.

“Don’t resist!”

A cold female voice pierced through the red mist.

A figure in a dark green robe emerged from the mist, silver bells in his hair tinkling as he moved - it was Merlin.

Blue light shone from her fingertips, forming a transparent light shield above the two people's heads.

When the red light hit the cover, it was like hitting a pile of cotton, and it broke into soft and broken stars.

"This is a telepathic protection spell. It will last for a day."

Meilin's forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes swept over Lin Qiye behind Wu Hen.

"But it can only protect your consciousness from being polluted. Your body..."

"I'm fine." Lin Qiye reached out and pressed Wu Hen's tense shoulders.

"Red Moon pollution has little impact on me."

He lowered his eyes to look at the back of his hand. Faint golden lines appeared under the originally pale skin, which looked like some ancient totem.

Only then did Wu Hen notice that the man in gray standing with his arms folded a few steps away didn't even enter the protective shield.

The man was looking up at the red mist, a sneer on his lips. The dark red light in his pupils shattered into stars: "Jialan."

Merlin followed his gaze and called out, "Do you need help?"

"Trouble you." The gray-clothed man responded casually, a black light shot out from his fingertips, and it actually pierced through the red mist directly.

"But your protection is unnecessary for me."

Wu Hen's Adam's apple moved.

He has seen too many strange people and things in these years since he traveled through time.

But Galan was the first one to break the red light so easily.

"The concentration is thirty times that of the fishing village." Merlin suddenly spoke, his voice a little deeper.

She raised her hand to catch the red light, and a crackling sound of electricity suddenly rang out from the light shield.

"I've measured it in the fishing village. The pollution concentration in a normal red moon is 1200 units. Here..."

The blue light suddenly brightened at her fingertips. "That was it just now."

Lin Qiye's golden pattern suddenly became bright.

Wu Hen could feel his palms getting hot and knew that his companion was suppressing some kind of power.

He calmly took a half step towards Lin Qiye and used his shadow to cover the back of his hand. "Is it related to the whale?"

"It's going back to Takama-ga-hara." Merlin's silver bell suddenly fell silent.

She looked at the expanding red mist, as if she were looking at some living thing.

"A whale falls once every hundred years, and is supposed to sink into the deep sea to nourish all living things."

“But this one…its whale fall is heading towards the sky.”

Wu Hen narrowed his eyes.

He remembered the silver bell on Yurina's neck last night, and she said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time.

"The ending of the trembling voice, the throat suddenly tightened: "Takama-hara... where are the gods?"

"It's gone." Merlin's answer was like ice.

"When the red moon first appeared three hundred years ago, the Takama-ga-hara Shrine was empty."

"The changes happening in the entire sea area are all related to the Sky God Palace."

She turned and walked towards the black carriage parked behind the reef, with crooked spells engraved on the shaft.

"Get in the car, I'll talk slowly."

“Brother Wu!”

Suddenly there was a shout from behind.

Wang Mian ran over from the direction of the Demon Suppression Division, his black Taoist robe rustling in the wind.

The copper bell on his waist jingled: "Wu Xiangnan is awake!"

“He said he wanted to see you!”

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other.

Lin Qiye nodded slightly, and then he said to Merlin, "Wait a moment." Then he turned to Wang Mian,

"lead the way."

In the temporary medical tent of the Demon Suppression Division, Wu Xiangnan was leaning on a straw mat.

The left side of his face was wrapped in bloody gauze, the back of his right hand was covered in scratches, and there were dark brown blood stains between his fingers.

Seeing Wu Hen coming in, he pulled the corners of his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "I killed Yamata no Orochi."

Wang Mian straightened his back suddenly: "Really?"

"It can't be fake." Wu Xiangnan lifted the quilt, revealing his bandaged right leg.

"In the deepest part of Takamagahara, the snake coiled on the ruins of the shrine, with the red moon hanging above it."

"I chased it for three days and three nights, and finally drove seven inches through it with my demon-suppressing nail."

His fingers dug into his palm unconsciously, digging the blood stains between his nails deeper.

“But…after I killed it, I heard crying.”

"Whose?" Wu Hen asked.

"Not a human being." Wu Xiangnan's Adam's apple rolled twice.

"It was like... lots and lots of people, shouting 'come back'.

Then the corpses started to move. "He suddenly grabbed Wu Hen's wrist with astonishing strength.

"They are scarier than the Yamata no Orochi. Their skin is rotten and their eyes are white. I killed seventeen of them, but the more I killed, the more there were..."

Suddenly, the screams of seagulls were heard outside the tent.

Wu Hen looked at Wu Xiangnan's trembling eyelashes and thought of the red fog on the horizon just now.

He gently pried open the other person's hand and touched the newly formed scab on the palm - the skin under the scab was bluish, as if it had been gnawed by something.

"You need to rest." Lin Qiye stood at the entrance of the tent with the newly brewed medicine in his hand.

“The medicine is cold.”

Wu Xiangnan let go of his hand and stared at his blue palm in a daze.

Wang Mian leaned over to take a look, then suddenly took a step back: "Is this...corpse poison?"

"The corpse beast of Takama-ga-hara." Wu Xiangnan suddenly laughed, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"I killed the Yamata no Orochi, but they said I was in trouble."

The red mist outside the tent was still rising.

The sea breeze blew in with the smell of blood, making the tent cloth rustle.

Wu Hen looked at the blue spot on Wu Xiangnan's palm, and thought of Merlin's carriage with the spell inscribed on it - there were some problems.

He originally thought that he could investigate slowly, but now it seems that there is not enough time.

"Old Lin." He turned to Lin Qiye and said,

"Go and prepare two more doses of medicine for the wound." Then he looked at the king.

"You stay with Wu Xiangnan and don't let him sleep." Finally, he looked in the direction of Merlin. The carriage in the dark red fog was like a dormant giant beast.

"I'll be back soon."

Lin Qiye handed the medicine bowl to Wang Mian and gently rubbed the calluses on the back of Wu Hen's hand with his fingertips: "Be careful of the red mist."

Wu Hen nodded.

As he stepped out of the tent, he heard Wu Xiangnan whisper behind him, "Those corpse beasts...they're yelling 'return to their places.'"

The sea breeze wrapped in red mist blew on my face, like a handful of salt being sprinkled on it.

Wu Hen looked at the carriage getting closer and closer, touched the hilt of the God-Slaying Sword in his sleeve - there were some answers,

He had to know now.

There are two different story lines in the original text.

One is about Wu Hen and others dealing with Wu Xiangnan being marked in the red fog environment.

The other is the battle between the beautiful young master and Cao Yuwei in the ancestral temple martial arts field.

After removing the content related to the beautiful young man, the content of the novel is as follows:

Wu Hen walked towards the carriage on the sticky rocks soaked by the red fog, and the soles of his boots made a crackling sound as they rubbed against the stone surface.

He could feel something in the red mist rubbing against his skin.

It felt exactly like the feeling of being crawled over by maggots in the mass grave—but even colder, cold to the bone.

The hilt of the God-Slaying Sword in his sleeve pressed against his wrist bone, and the vibration ran through his blood vessels to his heart. It was the sword spirit giving him a warning.

A corner of the carriage curtain was lifted by the wind, revealing Merlin's pale profile.

She was using a silver hairpin to carve spells on the inner wall of the carriage. Every time she carved a line, a thin crack was torn in the red mist.

Wu Hen was about to get on the cart when he suddenly heard the sound of cloth tearing behind him. He turned around and saw

Wang Mian was holding Wu Xiangnan's wrist and pressing it onto the straw mat.

The latter had broken free from the bandage at some point, and dug his nails deep into the back of Wang's hand.

The blue-gray corpse poison was crawling up Wang Mian's arm through the wound.

"Old Lin!" Wu Hen shouted and rushed back.

Lin Qiye took the medicine bowl and put it on Wu Xiangnan's wrist.

The brown medicine splashed on the blue spots, and blue smoke rose up.

Wu Xiangnan curled up in pain, but still gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Susanoo...Susanoo..."

Lin Qiye's golden pattern lit up on his palm, covering Wu Xiangnan's wrist.

The smoke grew thicker, mixed with the smell of rotting flesh, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

Wu Hen squatted down and stared at the red corners of Wu Xiangnan's eyes: "Susanoo?

Did you see him in Takamagahara?

Wu Xiangnan suddenly laughed, tears mixed with blood seeping out from the edge of the gauze: "He sat at the highest point of the ruins of the shrine."

"He was wearing a tattered divine robe, and at his feet were piles of... piles of Yamata no Orochi bones."

"When I was killing the snake, he just looked at me with his eyes full of... full of mud."

His fingers gripped the straw mat tightly.

"Then the corpse beasts rose up and said I had stolen Susanoo's 'sacrifice' and that I should return to my place as the Snake King..."

Wang Mian gasped and quickly took half a step back. The hem of his black Taoist robe brushed across Wu Xiangnan's blue instep.

Lin Qiye's golden pattern suddenly felt burning pain.

He loosened his grip, leaving a light golden mark on his wrist - that was left when he suppressed the corpse poison.

Wu Hen took out the Demon Suppression Talisman and slapped it on Wu Xiangnan's forehead. The talisman instantly burned a hole in the paper. "He's been marked."

"Get in the car." Merlin's voice came from the carriage, with an undeniable coldness.

"If we delay any longer, the thing in the red fog will smell the scent and come over."

Wu Hen glanced at Lin Qiye, who nodded and said, "I'll guard him." He then looked at Wang Mian.

"Help Lao Lin make medicine. Crush all the red flame grass in my bag and mix it with realgar wine to apply to the wound."

Wang Mian agreed hurriedly, and his movements as he frantically rummaged through the medicine bag were filled with ruthlessness.

By the time Wu Hen got into the carriage, spells had already been carved all over three walls.

Merlin was sprinkling cinnabar powder on the last wall. The red powder would ignite when it came into contact with the spell.

There were some tiny starlights floating in the rising smoke.

She clapped her hands, and the curtains slid down, blocking out the fishy smell outside. "Takama-ga-hara is not a divine kingdom."

Wu Hen sat on a low stool covered with animal skins, the God-Slaying Sword resting across his knees. "What is that?"

“It’s a cage.”

Merlin took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve. The mirror surface was covered with dust.

"Fifty years ago, those lunatics of Cthulhu broke a corner of the seal."

"Their pollution leaked in through the cracks, first corrupting the gods of Takama-ga-hara."