Shen Qingzhu nodded slightly:

"What do you want to do?"

"Contact Lu Wuwei for me."

"good."

Shen Qingzhu turned around and was about to walk out of the office.

"Wait." Lin Qiye thought for a moment, "Nyx, as the Supreme God, was trapped in that place, which means that the place may be very dangerous... Lu Wuwei has not yet become a god, it is too dangerous for him to go alone.

Let Wang Mian go with him, and in case of emergency, he can go back in time directly."

"I'll go inform them."

Shen Qingzhu's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Lin Qiye was left alone in the empty office again. He returned to his office chair and looked at the time.

"Almost..."

Lin Qiye opened the drawer, revealing a heavy medicine box. Gray pills were neatly placed in the grooves of the box.

Looking at these pills, Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly, but still took out one and swallowed it. Then he lay on his back on the office chair, as if he was about to fall asleep.

The next moment, his hands suddenly clenched!

Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of Lin Qiye's forehead. All the muscles in his body tensed up instantly. A pain from the soul surged into his heart, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

At the same time, a voice came from his ear:

“It hurts… It hurts so much~”

"Humanity is so fragile that we have to resort to this method to leave a glimmer of possibility for continuation..."

"But so what?"

"Zuo Qing took so many pills, but when I finally killed him, didn't he still lose his soul? He endured so much pain in vain, and it was ultimately just a joke of his own making..."

"In the final analysis, they are just a bunch of cowardly ants who rely on self-abuse to gain a sense of security! Hahahaha..."

“…”

[Chaos]'s voice was full of sarcasm, as if it could touch the most sensitive nerves in a person's heart... At this moment, Lin Qiye was concentrating on resisting the pain brought by the pill. If he was distracted for a moment, his blood would flow backwards and he would be seriously injured in an instant.

But he just leaned back in his chair quietly, constantly adjusting his breathing, fighting the pain deep in his soul, and seemed to be oblivious to the provocation of Chaos.

[Chaos] saw that his mental attack had no effect on Lin Qiye, and seemed to find it a little boring. After a click of the tongue, the sound disappeared without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiye, who was sitting on the back of the chair, slowly opened his eyes...

The entire office chair was soaked with sweat, and his face was extremely pale. This kind of pain from the soul could not be alleviated in the slightest even by the Hongmeng Spirit Embryo.

He stood up slowly, poured himself a pot of hot tea, and after taking a few sips, his face regained some color.

He took a deep breath.

Those tired eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous intent swept through the office!

…

Asylum of the Gods.

Ward number five.

In this bare-walled ward, a black man in a hospital gown was lazily lying on the cold concrete floor and yawning leisurely.

Unlike other wards, this ward did not have any basic facilities, including beds, chairs, and even lamps. Even the only small window that could let in sunlight was blocked by cement. The entire room was pitch black. It was more like a prison than a ward.

Squeak——

There was only a slight sound, and the door of the ward was slowly opened.

A figure in a white coat walked in from outside, with his hands in his pockets, squinting his eyes and looking down at Chaos lying on the ground, with no expression on his face.

"You've recovered quickly?" Chaos raised his eyebrows, dusted himself off, and was about to stand up. "Over the years, you've made a lot of progress. If it were the brat from four years ago, he would have been pissed off a long time ago... Pfft!!"

Before Chaos could finish his words, a whistling fist slammed into his face!

The force of Lin Qiye's punch sent Chaos smashing directly onto the bare wall. The black face instantly twisted and deformed, and hideous cracks continued to spread on the inside of the wall.

A few streaks of scarlet blood splashed on Lin Qiye's face, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes. Without waiting for Chaos to say anything, he punched him in the eye socket again!

Boom boom boom——!!!

The entire ward shook violently several times, and flying dust poured out from the ward door. At this moment, Ward No. 5 had been dyed blood red.

The hideous bloodstains were swallowed up on the surface of the white coat, and soon it became as smooth as new. Lin Qiye put down his fists, and [Chaos] had fallen to the ground like a puddle of mud. The twisted corners of his mouth were still raised, and the broken eyeball looked at Lin Qiye in front of him with sarcasm.

"Today's punch is stronger than before. What's wrong? Are you angry?"

"Let me guess...it's not because of Nyx, is it?"

"That poor woman who lost all her children, that sweet mother who thought of you as everything... is she dead? Is she still alive? Where is she now?"

"Who made her suffer so much? Oh, yes, it was Olympus... Those damned Greek gods slaughtered her children, sacrificed her flesh and blood, expelled her from Olympus, and even used dirty and despicable means to make her life or death uncertain..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, can you swallow this?"

The voice of Chaos gradually became sharper. Lin Qiye stood in front of the pool of blood, his eyes narrowed slightly...

He stared at Chaos for a long time, then spoke calmly:

"Do you really want to provoke me to go against Olympus?"

"Instigation? No, no, no... I just said what you were thinking." Chaos, who was lying in a pool of blood, chuckled and said, "Besides, stories of revenge always make people's blood boil, don't they?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Lin Qiye grabbed the sword of Ama-Kushu from nothingness with an expressionless face. A cold light flashed, and the tip of the sword had already pierced into the heart covered in a pool of blood.

Chaos' body twitched, and as the sword twisted, his vitality was completely shattered, but a faint smile still remained on that dark face.

Lin Qiye glanced at Chaos's corpse, pulled out the sword, wiped the blood off with his white coat, turned around and walked out of the ward.

The bright sunshine shines on the empty courtyard, and the green lawn sways in the wind.

The blood on Lin Qiye's body had been completely absorbed by the white coat. He stood alone on the lush lawn, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly... There was a gleam in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

After an unknown amount of time, he looked back.

In front of the door of Ward No. 5 of the hospital building, an intact [Chaos] wearing a hospital gown waved to him enthusiastically.

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself:

"Still can't be killed... How did he do it?"

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