Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 643: The sick body enters the fog, suppressing the killing intent

"Uncle Kyosuke...you...what are you doing..." An Yuqing's voice was trembling, twitching even more violently than the little white mice in his laboratory after being electrocuted.

The scan results flashed a dazzling red light on the screen, just like the arrogant warning lights on a police car, almost blinding An Yuqing's eyes.

With six terminal illnesses and fourteen viruses, this uncle's body is simply a walking biochemical weapons arsenal, more toxic than the leftover spicy hot pot in the trash can.

This is not a human being at all, it's clearly a virus incubator that has become a spirit!

An Yuqing rubbed his eyes, repeatedly confirmed that the scan results were correct, and then spoke with difficulty, "Uncle, your physical condition...how should I put it...is more...rich and colorful than the mice in my laboratory..."

Uncle Kyosuke's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes showed a determination to face death, just like the captain of a suicide squad who was about to blow up a bunker.

His rough voice was a little hoarse. "Kid, just tell me, how long can I live?"

"Um... this..."

An Yuqing scratched his head, feeling that it was more troublesome than dissecting a thousand mice. "To be honest, uncle, your situation is... well... a bit tricky.

If you were dissected and used as a test subject, there might be a glimmer of hope, but the probability of success... is extremely slim.

And...it might turn into a monster...the kind you see in movies...unrecognizable and that bites people..."

An Yuqing carefully observed Uncle Kyosuke's reaction, fearing that he would go berserk and turn into the Hulk in the next second.

However, Uncle Kyosuke was silent for a moment, his eyes became more determined.

"Monster? Haha, as long as I can avenge my son, so what if I become a monster!"

An Yuqing swallowed his saliva. This uncle was even more fierce than he had imagined. He was indeed a ruthless person!

He went on to explain,

"Uncle, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant... I meant... your body is too fragile. I'm afraid it can't withstand the pressure of transformation... Most of my experimental subjects are mice and myself... I lack experience in transforming normal people..."

Uncle Kyosuke took a deep breath, enduring the severe pain in his body, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Boy, I know you're in a difficult situation. But please give me some time so I can get the antidote for the γ reagent from that diseased person myself! My son... he needs it..."

An Yuqing sighed. This uncle's obsession was harder than steel, and he really couldn't bear to refuse.

He nodded. "Okay, uncle, I can give you some time. But we must conquer that disease first, otherwise everything will be in vain."

Uncle Kyosuke showed a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth. He slowly stood up. Although his body was as weak as a candle in the wind, the murderous aura emanating from him was sharper than a knife.

An Yuqing looked at Uncle Kyosuke worriedly, her heart filled with uneasiness.

He knew that the uncle's physical condition was not enough to support him in fighting.

However, he also knew that no one could stop this uncle's determination.

"Uncle, you..." An Yuqing was about to speak to dissuade him, but saw that Uncle Jing Jieer had already taken a step forward.

Walking towards the battlefield filled with purple mist, one step, two steps, three steps...

"Wait...Uncle..." An Yuqing's voice was swallowed by the fog.

Only Uncle Kyosuke's resolute and heavy footsteps remained, echoing in the silent night... He walked towards the fog, as if walking towards an abyss... The knife in his hand emitted a cold light...

Uncle Kyosuke staggered towards the strange purple mist. Every step felt like walking on the tip of a knife, causing severe pain all over his body.

He felt as if his lungs were filled with lead, and his breaths made a hissing sound like a bellows.

But he didn't stop. His son's face appeared in his mind. That pale little face was his only motivation to live.

"Uncle! Wait!" An Yuqing's voice came from behind, with a hint of trembling and helplessness.

He chased for a few steps, then stopped and looked at Uncle Kyosuke's back as if he was watching a moth flying into a flame.

He knew that he couldn't persuade this stubborn donkey, so he could only pray silently in his heart for a miracle to happen.

This old guy is even more stubborn than a turtle that has eaten a weight!

Uncle Kyosuke didn't look back. He was like a puppet without a soul, walking step by step towards the fog that swallowed everything.

He felt his consciousness begin to blur, and the world before his eyes became distorted and unreal.

But he knew that he couldn't fall down, he couldn't die yet!

"Cough cough cough..." A violent cough interrupted Uncle Kyosuke's thoughts. He felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was particularly dazzling in the purple mist.

"Damn! This broken body..." Uncle Kyosuke cursed under his breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but his eyes became more determined.

He took out a peculiarly shaped short knife from his arms. The blade was flashing with a strange light, as if it could see through people's hearts.

This knife, named [Mystery Eye], is his last trump card.

At the moment Uncle Kyosuke stepped into the fog, the blade of [Mystery Eye] suddenly bloomed, and a dazzling light cut through the purple fog and pierced directly into Bingzai's eyes!

"Ah!" A scream came from the fog, and Bingzai was instantly trapped in an illusion. The world in front of him began to collapse, and countless illusions surged like a tide, drowning him.

"Now!" A crisp voice sounded, and a silver light flashed from the mist, as fast as lightning, and pierced Bingzai's chest fiercely!

"Puff!" Blood splattered, and Bingzai's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

"Jialan'er, well done!" An Yuqing shouted excitedly. This cooperation was simply perfect!

It was indeed a tactic he had carefully planned!

Jialaner held a silver spear in her hand, with blood still dripping from the tip. She stood at the edge of the fog with cold eyes, like a god of death from hell.

This spear, named [Tianque], is extremely sharp and can cut through iron like mud.

"Hmph, a mere trick." Bingzai struggled to get up from the ground with a sneer on his lips. He thought this was a conspiracy of that old fox Yuzhe Lihei. It seemed that she still refused to let him go.

However, when he saw the figure standing in the fog, his eyes were full of confusion.

"It's you? Kyosuke? What are you doing here?" There was a hint of confusion in Bingzai's voice. How dare this terminally ill old guy break into his territory alone?

Uncle Kyosuke stood in front of Bingzai, holding the [Mysterious Eye], his eyes calm, without a trace of murderous intent.

"You...you have no intention of killing?" Bingzai was even more confused. What was this old guy up to?

Isn't he here to kill me?

"Kill you?" Uncle Kyosuke sneered, "You're not worthy."

"You..." Bingzai was immediately enraged and was about to retort, but he saw Jialaner rushing up again, with the [Tianque] in her hand dancing like a silver dragon, carrying a fierce murderous aura, piercing his vitals!

"Damn it!" Bingzai dodged quickly, but Jialan'er's attacks were continuous like a storm, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of collision sounds rang out. Bingzai's body was continuously hit hard, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground red.

"Stop! You can't kill me!" Bingzai shouted in horror. He knew that he was no match for Jialaner. If he continued like this, he would surely die!

"Hmph, you want to live? Then surrender yourself!" Jialan'er snorted coldly, and the [Tianque] in her hand stabbed at Bingzai's throat without mercy.

"Wait!" Uncle Kyosuke suddenly spoke and stopped Galaner's attack.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Jia Laner asked in confusion. Could it be that this old guy has become soft-hearted?

"An Yuqing said that he would keep him alive." Uncle Jingjie said lightly,

"But..." Jialan wanted to say something, but was stopped by Uncle Kyosuke's look.

Although Bingzai was beaten to death by Jialaner, he was still conscious. When he heard the conversation between Uncle Kyosuke and Jialaner, a trace of doubt suddenly flashed through his mind. Why did this old guy save him?

Could it be...that he has other intentions?

"Cough cough cough..." Bingzai coughed violently, blood continuously pouring out of his mouth. He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Uncle Kyosuke, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why...why did you save me?"

Uncle Kyosuke didn't answer. He just looked at Bingzai coldly, his eyes filled with...

"I think you will understand soon..." Uncle Kyosuke's voice was low and hoarse, with a chilling tone.

He slowly raised the [Mystery Pupil] in his hand, and pointed the tip of the blade at the disease...

Uncle Kyosuke's eyes were as deep as an ancient well and as cold as ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.

That look seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and seemed to be able to devour everything.

Bingzai felt frightened by his gaze, as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into an ice cave, and he shivered all over.

"What...what do you want to do?" Bingzai's voice trembled, like a chicken with its neck strangled, cackling.

Uncle Kyosuke didn't say anything. He just slowly raised the [Mystery Eye] in his hand and pointed the tip of the knife at Bingzai.

There was a strange light flickering on the blade, as if it could suck away a person's soul.

Bingzai's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making all the hairs on his body stand up.

He knew that he had really hit a wall this time.

"You...you can't kill me! I am..." Before Bingzai could finish his words, he was interrupted by Uncle Kyosuke.

"I know who you are," Uncle Kyosuke's voice was low and hoarse, as harsh as sandpaper rubbing against glass. "You are the disease disaster, the culprit who created the gamma reagent."

Bingzai's face turned pale in an instant. He didn't expect that Uncle Kyosuke actually knew his identity.

He knew that he was finished.

"How...how did you know?" Bingzai's voice trembled, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, shaking.

"Is this important?" Uncle Kyosuke sneered, his eyes full of disdain. "What's important is that you must die today!"

"You...you can't kill me! I can give you...give you a lot of money! Lots and lots of money!" Bingzai panicked and began to tempt Uncle Kyosuke with money.

"Money?" Uncle Kyosuke laughed heartily, his laughter full of sarcasm. "Do you think I'm short of money?"

"Then...then what do you want? I can...I can give you anything!" Bingzai was grabbing at a life-saving straw, trying desperately to survive.

Uncle Kyosuke stopped laughing. He looked at Bingzai with eyes full of...pity?

"You can't give me what I want." Uncle Kyosuke's voice was low and hoarse, with a chilling tone.

"What is it? Tell me! If I can do it, I will give it to you!" Disease is like a drowning person grabbing the last straw and struggling desperately.

"I want...my son's life!" Uncle Kyosuke's voice suddenly became high-pitched, as deafening as the roar of a wild beast.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a wounded beast that could go berserk at any moment.

Bingzai was stunned. He didn't expect Uncle Kyosuke to say such a thing.

He looked at Uncle Kyosuke,

"You...you are crazy!" Bingzai's voice trembled, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

"Crazy? Haha..." Uncle Kyosuke sneered,

At this moment, Galaner launched another attack.

The [Tianque] in her hand danced like a silver dragon, carrying a fierce murderous aura, piercing the vital points of the disease!

"Stop! You can't kill me! I know where the antidote to the gamma agent is! I can... I can tell you!"

Bingzai shouted in horror. He knew that he was no match for Jialaner. If this continued, he would surely die!

Uncle Kyosuke heard what Bingzai said. He looked at Bingzai and said slowly, "Is the antidote...really in your hands?"

"Really! I...I can swear! As long as you...you let me go, I...I will tell you right away!"

Disease is like grabbing at a life-saving straw, desperately trying to survive.

Uncle Kyosuke's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. He looked at Bingzai,

"Uncle, don't believe him! He...he is lying to you!" Jialaner shouted anxiously. She knew that Bingzai was cunning and she must not believe what he said.

Uncle Kyosuke ignored Jialan'er. He looked at Bingzai and said slowly, "Okay, I...I believe you."

"Uncle!" Jialan exclaimed. She didn't expect that Uncle Kyosuke actually believed what Bingzai said.

When Bingzai heard what Uncle Kyosuke said, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

“Haha…you…you are such a…fool…” Bingzai’s voice was weak and hoarse, with a hint of…sarcasm.

"You...what did you say?" Uncle Kyosuke's face turned gloomy in an instant. He felt that he had been cheated.

"I...I said...you...you were deceived..." Bingzai's voice became weaker and weaker, and his body became weaker and weaker.

"You...you..." Uncle Kyosuke roared, and the [Mysterious Eye] in his hand was about to stab Bingzai.

At this moment, Bingzai suddenly raised his head, looked at Uncle Kyosuke, and said with his last bit of strength: "You... do you think... you really... can kill me?"

After saying this, Bingzai fell to the ground and died.

Uncle Kyosuke looked at Bingzai lying on the ground, his eyes filled with...

"What...what does he mean?" Jialaner looked at Uncle Kyosuke and asked in confusion.

Uncle Kyosuke didn't say anything. He just slowly squatted down, touched Bingzai's body with his hand, and then...