Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

The plan is about to start and we can't wait any longer.

Su Yan took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

......

Old town, low buildings.

A teenager who looked like a middle school student was holding a bowl of noodles and slurping it dejectedly.

He kept glancing at the braised pork in the pot, and after a while, he finally couldn't help but beg, "Mom, give me two more spoonfuls. I don't know when my brother will be back. Can't you make him another pot when you have time?"

Beside the stove, his aunt turned around and glared at him unhappily, then filled him with another small spoonful and muttered:

"If you calculate the time, it's been a whole year since your brother went to the army. When he left, he clearly said that he would come back to see me after a year, but why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Why don't you call him and ask him?" Yang Jin smiled.

"Don't talk nonsense. If I keep calling the army, your brother will be laughed at and said he never grows up." Aunt said with a lack of interest on her face. After sighing, she told Yang Jin to go to bed early and turned back to the house.

"Wang Wang-"

The little black cat in the corner hurried over, its 24K krypton gold dog eyes shining.

Yang Jin perked up and asked quickly, "Did you really see it?"

"Wang."

"That's good, but why don't you go home soon? I really don't have much time left." Yang Jin slowly clenched his fists, muttered to himself, and his eyes gradually became dull.

Only one month left... There's nothing I can do.

Bang bang bang——.

A gentle knock on the door brought him back to his senses. Yang Jin frowned and stood up.

My home is located in the old city, with no neighbors around. Who on earth could be knocking on the door at a time like this... Hmm? No way!

This sound was not a knock on the door, it was the sound of the wardrobe!

"A Jin, who's knocking on the door?" My aunt's voice rang out in the bedroom.

"Mom, you heard it wrong. It's Little Black Lai who's gone crazy. It's banging its head against the TV cabinet!" Yang Jin responded quickly, then lowered his head and glared at Little Black Lai.

Little Black Scabby: ...

It showed a very human look of grievance, turned around, and banged its head against the TV cabinet twice.

"Hit it."

"Hey, I'll beat you right away!"

Yang Jin picked up Xiao Heila and rushed back to the room, locked the door, and stood in front of the wardrobe.

In front of me was an ordinary wooden wardrobe, and the two wooden doors were rattling, as if someone was pushing hard from inside, but perhaps because the strength was too weak, the doors could not be pushed open, and it looked very difficult.

Yang Jin opened the wardrobe door with a dark face.

He saw a figure with its head tilted, staring at him with big round eyes, its arms twisted and twisted, as if trying to push the door.

Yang Jin took a deep breath and glared back angrily: "What on earth do you want to do?"

The clone couldn't speak, so he could only tilt his head, stare, swing his arms around, and make all kinds of gestures with his body.

Oh my god, what does this mean?

Who can understand this stuff? !

I'm really impressed... Yang Jin rubbed his temples, barely suppressing the anger that rushed to his chest. He turned around, took out a pen and paper from the drawer and handed it to his clone, then looked at him expressionlessly.

The clone paused, as if he understood something, nodded slightly, then reached out to take the paper and pen, lowered his head, and began to write and draw on the paper.

Because of his limbs' lack of coordination, he writes very slowly, and it takes him dozens of seconds to write each word.

“Rustle…”

Yang Jin waited for a full five minutes, and when he was a little distracted, his clone slowly handed him the paper.

Yang Jin reached out and took it, his eyes falling on the lines of crooked handwriting on the paper, and subconsciously read it out softly:

"I can't speak, so I can only write it down on paper for you to see."

Yang Jin: ???

He was stunned for more than ten seconds before he reacted, and immediately wanted to throw something to the ground.

if not? !

Otherwise, what do you think I gave you paper and pen for?

I spent five minutes writing and produced these few words, but none of them were useful!

Are you sick? Is there some serious illness?

.......Oh, that’s right, he and my brother lived in the same room at that time...

Brother, please stay away from him, I'm afraid you'll be infected! !

Yang Jin stuffed the paper and pen back into Breakup's hand, took two deep breaths and said seriously, "Just write down what you want to say, don't talk nonsense, and try to write words with fewer strokes. If you write anything wrong again, I will tear you apart!"

Oh, I have a rebellious heart, I only write with more strokes, if you have the guts, just tear me apart... Su Yan, who was lying on the bed, had a dark face, and controlled his clone to start writing.

This time, the clone took a full ten minutes to finish writing and slowly handed it over.

Yang Jin took it expressionlessly, and his face turned green the moment he saw it.

"Do you want to be with your mother? I'm worried."

Ahhhhh, I’m so angry… huh?

The Chinese literary bloodline suddenly awakened, allowing him to naturally understand the line of words.

Yang Jin's body shook violently, his eyes suddenly became sharp, staring at the clone, a golden light flashing slightly on his forehead.

At the same time, the little black cat under his feet noticed that his master's aura had become violent, and the hair on his neck exploded instantly, and he bared his teeth and made a whining sound.

"What do you mean, you can save my mom?!"

The might of God came violently and passed through the clone to Su Yan's body, making him feel the anxiety of the Great Xia God and the disbelief contained in it.

Su Yan had a calm expression on his face, not caring at all about the so-called divine pressure.

Immune to divine power, my little bonfire is serious about it.

He controlled his clone to tilt his head and glare at him, then reached out to take the paper again, scribbling for another ten minutes before handing it over.

"浵炂唻, 怪洧说怼浵."

Chapter 179: Capturing the Tavern Owner

I, Yang Jian.

A generation of traitors in the world of gods, True Lord Erlang Xiansheng and True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao!

If you let me out, I will go out. Don’t I have any dignity?

Yang Jin pondered for 2 seconds and said thoughtfully, "Not yet. Wait another half an hour."

You're not afraid that your aunt will spank you... The task has been completed. Su Yan controlled his clone, nodded, and squirmed into the depths of the closet.

Yang Jin stretched out his hand to block it, and said expressionlessly: "Don't try to get in again, leave quickly, I have enough strength to protect this home now."

The clone turned his head 180 degrees to look at him frame by frame, and saw that he did not look angry.

So he nodded with satisfaction, and with a 'bang' it exploded into pieces of paper all over the sky.

Yang Jin: ...

In front of the wardrobe, a young man slowly clenched his fists, his teeth grinding loudly.

Just wait, when I meet your true self, I will definitely beat you up!

......

An hour later, Yang Jin tiptoed out of the bedroom. He didn't dare to breathe. He tried to remain quiet, slowly opened the door, and quickly slipped out.

After going out, he moved suddenly faster, opened the window in the corridor and jumped out onto the street.

The night is long and silent, and all is still.

Yang Jin looked around sharply, but found nothing.

He won’t stand me up, right?

Just as I was wondering inwardly, in the silent night, a sharp and piercing friction sound suddenly came from behind me. The sound seemed like the fierce friction between a pulley and an uneven ground, shrill and terrifying, adding a bit of weirdness to the night.

Yang Jin turned around suddenly.

I saw a black shadow lying on the skateboard, with his hands pressed against the ground, making a hissing sound as brake pads, sliding down the steep slope like an arrow, and rushing towards him madly.

As Yang Jin stared in amazement, the skateboard slid sideways and stopped precisely in front of him.

The person on the skateboard looked up at him and nodded slightly.

Not...this...

Yang Jin opened his mouth and looked at the man in front of him whose legs were broken at the root, a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes.

His face was exactly the same as the thing in the closet, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were sparkling with intelligence, and every subtle change in his facial features was full of vitality. There was no doubt that this was a real person.

Moreover, the two of them were quite familiar with each other. They had seen each other many times when the brother was in the hospital. However, he was a little crazy before and they didn't say much.

Hearing that he had awakened the power of the Divine Ruins, I thought he would shine in the future and become a genius in the world, but who could have imagined that in less than a year, he would end up in such a situation.

With both legs broken, he could only drag himself along with his hands. His hands were rubbed raw, but he still struggled forward...

Suddenly remembering his previous indifferent attitude, Yang Jin felt a little complicated.

I'm really nothing...

"Hello, I'm Su Jianqiang." Su Yan politely raised a black hand.

Did he even change his name? Yang Jin bent down, extended his hand expressionlessly and shook it: "I'm Yang Jin."

Su Jianqiang nodded, raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Erlang Zhenjun, my master told me about your situation, so I came here."

Master, he said master?