Chapter 138 Godhead is Complete

Shen Qing's fingertips unconsciously stroked the window sill, his eyes fixed on the not-yet-full moon in the sky.

Three days later, it was the night of the full moon, the day he and Yeluvis had agreed upon.

"Three days from now, at midnight, when the moon is at its brightest, we will set out to return to the underworld."

Yeluweisi's voice sounded beside him, with its usual coldness, yet also a hint of subtle solemnity.

"But you should know that if that human has no obsession to return to the world of the living, no matter how much we do, it will be in vain."

Shen Qing took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolling.

"I know. But I have to try. He is my friend."

Even so, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart.

Xiao Qihao's hopeless look is still vivid in my mind.

Silence spread between the two.

Until Shen Qingze suddenly stood up straight, with a flash of determination in his eyes,

"I have to go to the police station."

Ye Luweisi raised his eyebrows. He naturally knew who Shen Qingze was going to find.

In the entire world of the living, perhaps only Ye Xiang can afford the price to save Xiao Qihao.

Shen Qing was unwilling to admit it, but had to face the fact, and his steps became heavy.

Just as his hand touched the door handle, he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

Shen Qingze turned back suddenly, and his breathing stopped instantly——

I don't know when Yeluvis transformed into a physical human form.

His long silver hair fell on his shoulders, his facial features were as delicate as God's most perfect masterpiece, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a hazy halo, so handsome that people dared not look directly at him.

"you……"

Shen Qingze was so shocked that he couldn't speak, his fingers trembling slightly.

"How did you do that?"

Yeluweisi raised his hand and brushed Shen Qingze's cheek with his fingertips. The touch felt incredibly real.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

“My godhood has been fulfilled.”

He paused and explained,

"That ghost slave absorbed a lot of the life power of the new gods and the sacrificers. After I took it back, it just made up for the power I was missing."

The sacred aura emanating from him cannot be faked.

Shen Qing could clearly feel the majestic and vast power, with the simplicity and majesty of the beginning of creation.

"Now, I am in the state of a true god. The restrictions of the Yin and Yang worlds no longer have any effect on me."

There was a hint of relief in Yeluvis' voice.

After the shock, Shen Qingze was overwhelmed with excitement.

He hugged Yeluvis tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his bones and blood.

"Great! This way you can stay in the world of the living with me!"

Yeluvis hugged him back, resting his chin on the top of his head, and laughed softly.

The two of them were intimate for a long time, their lips intertwined with each other's cherishment.

It was not until Shen Qingze remembered something important that she pushed him away with a red face.

"Hurry up and go to the police station."

Yeluweisi took his hand, and the warmth of the entity came, making Shen Qingze's heart burn.

The two walked out of the room side by side and headed towards the police station.

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When the glass door of the police station was pushed open, it brought with it a chill of late autumn.

The yellow fallen leaves outside the door were rolled up and swirled on the smooth marble floor.

Shen Qing looked up and saw the fluorescent tubes in the office area making a low buzzing sound.

The pale light sprinkled on everyone's tense face, and sadness was like a layer of indelible dust, covering the tables and chairs, filing cabinets, and even the edges of the paper spit out by the printer.

"Advisor Shen."

The young police officer who was walking towards me was holding a stack of files, and the bruises under his eyes were darker than yesterday.

The voice was suppressed as if afraid of disturbing something.

"We are still busy with the follow-up of Xiao Xiao's case. Team Fang and the others..."

"I know."

Shen Qing interrupted him and glanced at the figures who were mechanically tapping on the keyboard.

Someone's eyes were red as he stared at the computer screen, but he just wiped his face quickly and continued to check the transcript.

Sadness is forced into the gaps of busyness, like a faucet that is not tightened, dripping a few drops of bitterness from time to time.

He walked straight to the office at the end of the corridor, the brass door handle feeling cold in his palm.

I knocked three times in a row, but there was only deathly silence inside.

Looking through the cracks in the blinds,

The fluorescent tubes were drooping, and the whole room was plunged into a thick darkness. Even the cactus on the desk was half wilted.

"Advisor Shen."

Sister Lin at the front desk handed me a cup of warm water. The ceramic cup wall was condensed with fine water droplets.

"Team Fang and Forensic Doctor Qin went to the military hospital early in the morning and said they wanted to accompany Xiao Xiao."

She paused, her voice trembling.

"Fang Tuan has not left since the day Xiao Xiao got into trouble. When Forensic Doctor Qin tried to persuade him to have a meal, he overturned the thermos bucket. The two of them had a quarrel with red eyes..."

Shen Qing's fingers turned white as he held the water cup. The temperature of the cup edge made his fingertips numb.

His Adam's apple rolled, and when he turned around, he bumped into the door frame, making a dull sound.

Yeluvis reached out and helped him up. The warmth from his palm seeped through his sleeves, and Shen Qingze finally steadied his steps.

The voice is as hoarse as if it was sandpapered.

"Go to the military hospital."

The corridors of the military hospital were filled with the thick smell of disinfectant, which was even colder than the air in the police station.

The wall was a faded off-white color, covered with scratches of varying depths, as if scratched by countless invisible hands.

Shen Qing walked forward on the terrazzo floor.

The footsteps were sucked into the long corridor, leaving only the rustling sound of the soles of the shoes rubbing against the ground.

The doors of the wards on both sides looked more like silent mouths.

When they were almost at Xiao Qihao's ward, a suppressed quarrel suddenly broke out.

"What's the point of you staying here? Everyone is already dead!"

Liang Zhao's voice was full of gunpowder, and it bounced off the tiles in the corridor.

"There are a lot of things waiting to be dealt with in the bureau. How long are you going to stay here?"

"What will happen to him if I leave?"

Fang Changling's voice was hoarse and distorted, like a crumpled sheet of iron.

"He's my nephew! I can't let him just..."

Shen Qing quickened his pace and just as he reached the door, he saw the ward door slam open.

Liang Zhao rushed out in police uniform, veins popping out on his forehead.

When he saw Shen Qingze, he suddenly stopped, and the anger in his eyes was instantly replaced by fatigue.

His Adam's apple moved, and he finally said, "It's just right that you came," and then turned around and walked away with heavy steps.

The hem of the police uniform swept across the trash can in the corner, making a clanging sound.

Shen Qingze pushed the door open and walked in, his eyes met Qin Xiyang.

He wore black-framed glasses, his eyes behind the lenses were red and swollen like peaches, and the list in his hand was squeezed out of shape.

When he saw Shen Qingze, he seemed to be relieved, but then he quickly pointed towards the bed.

Fang Changling was facing away from the door, his hunched back looked like a skeleton with the steel bars removed.

He probably wanted to stand up and argue just now, but now he slumped down in the chair beside the bed.

He buried his head in the quilt that Xiao Qihao was covering, and his shoulders were shaking violently.

A suppressed sob came out of my throat, like the strain of an old bellows.

"Qihao... open your eyes and look at your uncle..."

Xiao Qihao was lying on the hospital bed, his face was paler than the bed sheet, calm and composed, without any disturbance.

Qin Xiyang sighed softly, raised his hand to push up his glasses, and used his eyes to signal Lai Yun who was standing by the IV stand.

Lai Yun nodded in understanding, retreated quietly to the corridor, and closed the door of the ward.

"Go outside and talk."