Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 785: The Thunder Beast Caretaker Cheng Laifu

After Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh disappeared at the end of the corridor,

Wu Hen looked at the direction the two men left, his fingers unconsciously stroking the scabbard of the Demon-Slaying Sword at his waist.

The warmth of the demon-suppressing pattern seeped into his palm through the fabric, as if reminding him that the threat of Red Moon was never far away.

"Let's go." Lin Qiye's voice came from the side.

He took out a cigarette but didn't light it. He just twisted it around his fingertips.

"There's no rush for Hongyue's affairs. Let's clean up the mess first."

Wu Hen withdrew his gaze and followed Lin Qiye towards the office building.

The corridors of the mental hospital are filled with cold white light.

There were still a few stains of dried blood in the cracks between the floor tiles - left by Braky when he knocked over the IV stand in his madness this morning.

He had just turned the third corner when his steps suddenly stopped.

In the corridor in front, Li Yifei, wearing a dark gray suit, was bending over and mopping the floor.

The chief steward of the Asylum of the Gods always polishes even his cufflinks to a shine.

But now he was wearing a pair of rubber shoes, and his trouser legs were rolled up to his ankles.

The mop in his hand was swinging loudly, and two timid caregivers were following behind him.

"Manager Li?" Wu Hen called out subconsciously.

Li Yifei straightened up suddenly, and the mop fell to the ground with a clang.

He looked up and saw Wu Hen, the expression on his face was more interesting than seeing a ghost - first panic, then a smile.

Finally, he looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn't: "Mr. Wu...Mr. Wu, why are you here?"

"Just passing by." Lin Qiye leaned against the wall, his eyes sweeping over the hem of Li Yifei's suit, which was stained with water.

"The chief steward cleans the toilet himself, what a novelty."

Li Yifei's Adam's apple moved, and he secretly glared at the nurse hiding behind him: "It's still that bastard Wangcai!"

"This morning, I was suddenly transferred away by the Demon Suppression Department to carry out a mission. They said it was an urgent mission to track down the Red Moon believers. I didn't even leave a handover."

"The cleaning team on this floor usually listens to his orders, but now..." He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“I can’t help it.”

"Wangcai was transferred away?" Wu Hen's pupils shrank slightly.

Three days ago, he personally called Wangcai to his office, stuffed a pack of cigarettes in his hand, and told him to "go to the back cell and scare the thunder beast."

The Thunder Beast was a mythical beast that had wandered from Takama-ga-hara. It had a very bad temper and refused to say a word even after being locked up for half a month.

Wu Hen thought that if he let a reckless guy like Wangcai mess around for two days, maybe he could pry him open his mouth.

But Wangcai knew this guy too well - he would even roar like a tiger when feeding stray cats, but when it came to fighting...

"It's broken." Wu Hen suddenly turned around and ran to the end of the corridor, his heels making sharp noises on the tiles.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye chased after him, not even bothering to pick up the cigarette.

"Thunder Beast!" Wu Hen said as he ran.

"Three days ago, I asked Wangcai to go to the back prison to discipline it. That grandson has always been rude..."

The back cell was on the second underground floor. The iron door was rusty and a harsh piece of music leaked out from the gap.

Wu Hen pushed open the half-open door, and the smell of mold mixed with disinfectant hit him in the face - and then he froze in place.

The thunder beast in the iron cage huddled into a ball.

This beast of Takamahara, which could overturn half a mountain,

At this moment, he was so thin that his ribs were clearly visible, his fur had become a hard crust, and his left eye was swollen to a slit.

There was still a half-broken iron chain hanging on the right claw.

The most frightening thing is its eyes - pupils that once surged with thunder.

Now it is like a pool of muddy stagnant water, staring straight at the corner of the wall, and not even reacting when someone comes in.

On the steel pipe in the corner, Wangcai was spinning to the beat of "The Most Exciting National Style".

He got a sequined vest from somewhere, and the gold chain on his chest was so dazzling that it made people unable to open their eyes.

Holding the steel pipe with his right hand and raising his left leg higher than his head, he sang along: "You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky——"

"Snapped!"

Wu Hen slapped the wall.

Wangcai's movements came to an abrupt halt, and he slid down while hanging on the steel pipe. Finally, he touched the ground with his toes and barely kept his balance.

He turned around and saw Wu Hen. The smile on his face instantly froze and turned into tears: "Wu...Mr. Wu, why are you here?"

"If I don't come, are you going to perform a striptease for the Thunder Beast?" Lin Qiye stood at the door with his arms folded, his eyebrows raised high.

"It's unfair!" Wangcai pulled off his vest to wipe the sweat off his face.

"This thunder beast is so strong!"

"On the first day, I used an electric baton to scare it, and it sprayed lightning and fire at me;"

"The next day, two nurses were hired to pretend to be Sadako, and she tore all the sheets;"

"Yesterday I was thinking, the mythical beasts must have never seen this kind of human... this kind of art form..."

His voice trailed off, and he glanced at the thunder beast in the cage.

The thunder beast had been staring at him, but suddenly it began to tremble violently all over, and a sound similar to hiccups came from its throat.

Then - with a "puff" sound, white foam gushed out from the corner of its mouth.

Its front paws went limp and fell to the ground with a thud, and it completely fainted.

"Did you scare it so hard that it vomited?" Wu Hen walked to the iron cage and squatted down.

The thunder beast's breathing was very weak, and with every breath, blood oozed from the wounds on its body.

He reached out and touched its ears. The hair that should have been as prickly as thunder patterns was now as soft as a ball of wet cotton.

"I really didn't use too much force!" Wangcai rubbed his hands anxiously.

"Just...just three dances!"

"It has poor psychological quality..."

Lin Qiye squatted down and rubbed the electrode mark on the thunder beast's neck with his fingertips - exactly the same as the one on the corpse beast before.

He looked up at Wu Hen: "Red Moon label."

Wu Hen didn't say anything.

He looked at the tears that had not been wiped away from the corners of the thunder beast's eyes, and suddenly remembered what Sun Wukong said about the "worm in time".

Hongyue was labeling these outsiders, but the thunder beast in front of him was clearly tortured into this state by his own people.

"Send it to the infirmary first." Wu Hen stood up and carried the thunder beast out of the iron cage.

It was so light beyond imagination that it felt like a ball of boneless rag in my arms.

When he passed by Wangcai, he paused.

"Go call Li Yifei and tell him... that I gave the Thunder Beast a name."

“What’s the name?”

"Laifu." Wu Hen looked down at the thunder beast in his arms. Its eyelashes trembled and a very light whimper came from its throat.

"Nurse Lai Fu."

Lin Qiye followed him out, and when he reached the door, he looked back at the steel pipe on the ground.

The music was still playing, and the chorus of "The Most Dazzling National Style" just happened to sound.

He took out his phone, took a picture, and sent it to the Demon Suppression Division's task group—with the note: "Suggest adding the 'Pole Dance Interrogation Method' to the new personnel training materials."

When the two men walked to the stairs carrying the thunder beast, a slight noise suddenly came from behind them.

Wu Hen turned around and saw the unconscious Thunder Beast moving its ears and using a sound that only he could hear,

Murmuring like a dream: "Takama-ga-hara... the gate of the shrine... is about to open..."

He paused slightly.

The body temperature of the thunder beast in his arms was abnormally low, but those words were like a fire, burning the back of his neck.

The threat of Hongyue still hangs over our heads, and Takamagahara is about to get involved again—

The water is becoming more and more muddy.

When Wu Hen rushed into the infirmary holding the thunder beast, the smell of disinfectant went straight into his nostrils.

Lin Qiye grabbed Wangcai, who was following behind with his neck shrunk.

He threw the person onto the bench against the wall like a chicken and said, "Stand still. I'll deal with you later."

Doctor Lao Zhou, the doctor on duty, had just opened the medical kit when he looked up and was shocked by the tragic condition of the Thunder Beast. His hands trembled in shock: "Is this a Thunder Beast?"

"I saw it chop the iron bars of the back prison into pieces last month!"

He put on rubber gloves and gently turned up the Thunder Beast's eyelids.

When his fingertips touched the wet cotton-like fur, his brows wrinkled into knots.

"Severe dehydration, multiple soft tissue contusions, severe neurological weakness..."

He suddenly stopped and looked at the monitor on the wall.

"Heart rate fluctuations were abnormal. Just before he passed out, his fear level shot up to 673?"

"673?"

Wu Hen leaned over, and the curve on the screen looked like a branch struck by lightning.

"The normal fear threshold of a divine beast is only a little over 300..."

He turned his head and stared at Wangcai, who was rubbing the floor tiles with his toes, and the gold chain around his collar was dangling, making him dizzy.

"I really didn't torture you!" Wangcai raised his hands in surrender.

"I just danced to 'The Most Dazzling National Style', 'Little Apple', and 'Pure Land of Bliss'..."

"Stop!" Lin Qiye rubbed his temples.

"'Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss'? Where did you learn that?"

"Xiao Yang from the nurse station taught me..." Wangcai's voice became smaller and smaller.

"She said young people love this now..."

Lao Zhou suddenly pressed the print button on the monitor, and a roll of paper came out: "Look at this."

He pointed to the steepest part of the wave line and said, "Every time you dance to the second chorus, your heart rate goes up to dangerous levels."

He pulled off his mask.

"If it had been brought in half an hour later, the thunder beast would have died of heart failure."

Wu Hen gently placed the thunder beast on the hospital bed, his fingers unconsciously picking at the corners of the sheets.

Three days ago, he asked Wangcai to "scare" the Thunder Beast, intending to use some psychological tactics to force it to speak.

Who could have imagined that this bastard turned the interrogation into a senior disco?

He stared at the unwiped tears in the corners of the thunder beast's eyes, and his throat tightened - this was not a divine beast, it was clearly a frightened stray dog.

"Wake up." Lin Qiye said suddenly.

The thunder beast's eyelashes trembled, and its cloudy eyes slowly focused.

The moment it saw Wu Hen, it trembled violently.

The curled-up body tried desperately to shrink towards the head of the bed until it hit the iron railing and stopped.

The whimpering from his throat was no longer like thunder, but rather like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Don't be afraid." Wu Hen squatted down and tried to soften his voice.

"We're not here to hurt you."

The thunder beast's pupils suddenly shrank into needle points.

It struggled to raise its front paws, but fell back onto the bed due to exhaustion.

Blood foam oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he spoke word by word: "Kill me... please..."

"Why?" Lin Qiye leaned against the windowsill, his voice like ice water.

"The sacred beast of Takama-ga-hara shouldn't be so afraid of death."

The thunder beast's ears drooped suddenly.

It stared at the wound on its claws and whispered, "Hongyue...tagged me."

It raised its head, despair welling up in its eyes. "They want me to be the key to open the door to the Divine Court."

"But I'd rather die... than let those monsters enter Takama-ga-hara."

Wu Hen's heart skipped a beat.

He had seen the Red Moon label before, and there were similar electric burn marks on the neck of the corpse beast before.

But Thunder Beast would rather die than cooperate... He suddenly remembered what Sun Wukong said about the "worm in time".

Could it be that the Red Moon is going to open more than just the door to the human world?

"I can help you destroy the label," Wu Hen said, "but you have to tell me where the door to the Divine Court is. Why would Hong Yue open it?"

Thunder Beast turned his face away: "Even if I tell you, you won't be able to keep it."

"The gods of Takamagahara are dead... they've been dead for fifty-six years and three months."

"What?" Lin Qiye stood up suddenly.

"Fifty-six years ago?"

The Thunder Beast ignored him and just repeated, "Kill me."

Wu Hen pinched his eyebrows.

He could feel the thunder beast's despair like a ball of dark fire, burning the air so hard that it became stuffy.

The Demon Suppression Bureau needs information about Takama-ga-hara, but forcing it will only make it more resistant.

He suddenly caught a glimpse of Li Yifei outside the window, standing on tiptoe to look into the infirmary - the chief steward still remembered what he said about "naming the thunder beast".

"I'll give you two choices," Wu Hen said.

"First, if you die now, I'll have your ashes sent back to Takama-ga-hara."

"Second, stay alive and be a caregiver."

He pointed at Li Yifei outside the window.

"They take care of the logistics, they no longer have to be caged, they get meat for three meals a day, and they can even walk around the yard."

Thunder Beast's ears twitched: "Nursing worker?"

"Yes." Wu Hen smiled.

“Just like Wangcai.”

He deliberately glanced at Wangcai who was huddled in the corner, and the latter immediately straightened his back.

The Thunder Beast was silent for a long time.

Finally, it lowered its head and gently touched the back of Wu Hen's hand with its front paws - this was the first time it had taken the initiative to contact humans since being captured.

"I choose the second one," it said.

"But you have to give me a name."

"Laifu." Wu Hen blurted out,

"Nurse Lai Fu."

Thunder Beast (now called Lai Fu) tilted his head, as if savoring the name.

It suddenly said: "Hua Jing... is still alive."

"Transform into a whale?" Lin Qiye frowned.

"The water god of Takamagahara?"

Lai Fu closed his eyes and said, "Fifty-six years ago, the Divine Court suddenly punished us."

"All the gods were sealed in the jade box, only Huajing escaped."

"It said..." Its voice became lower and lower.

"It says that behind the gate of the Divine Court lies something more terrifying than the Red Moon."

The air conditioner in the infirmary suddenly made a "click" sound.

Wu Hen felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Fifty-six years ago was the starting point of the revival of human spiritual energy.

Could it be that the disappearance of the gods of Takama-ga-hara is related to the changes in the human world?

"Ding--"

Lin Qiye's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He glanced at the message, looked up and said to Wu Hen: "There's news from Feng Ji's family."

"They say there's a customer named Wangmian who's arguing with their Yuuri Takishiro."

He turned his phone screen towards Wu Hen. In the photo, two figures were facing each other under the cherry tree.

One wore a bronze mask, the other held a naginata. "They said they were waiting for us to judge the case."

Wu Hen looked down at Lai Fu.

This former thunder beast was now closing its eyes, its breathing gradually becoming steady.

The sunlight from outside the window shone on it through the glass, and the blood scabs on its fur glowed light golden, making it look like a caregiver.

"Let's go." He pulled Lin Qiye's sleeve.

"Let's go to Fuuji's house first. Regarding the Takama-ga-hara incident..." He glanced at Wangcai who was still standing in the corner as punishment.

"Let Lai Fu speak slowly."

Wangcai immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and was about to speak.

Lin Qiye grabbed her collar and pushed her out the door: "First, copy the Nursing Code twenty times."

"Especially the one about 'prohibiting singing and dancing for detainees.'"

Wangcai's wailing was heard in the corridor.

Wu Hen took one last look at Lai Fu lying on the bed, and when he turned around,

The demon-suppressing pattern on the demon-slaying sword in his sleeve glowed slightly—the red moon, Takama-ga-hara, the suddenly appearing king mask…

The water is indeed becoming more and more muddy.