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

He threw the comic to Su Yan with a dark face, his scalp throbbing.

"Wild boars can't eat fine bran. I want to tell you a story." Su Yan pointed at the comic book and asked seriously:

"Lin Qiye, imagine you're a comic book author. One day, you discover that something strange has happened to the protagonist of one of your comics. He's developed an independent consciousness and is no longer under your control. You're terrified and want to kill him. What would you do?"

"Can't I just tear up the comic book?" Lin Qiye replied.

"This comic has been sold in millions of copies worldwide. It's impossible for you to tear them all up." Su Yan shook his head and said:

"Besides, even if you can tear it up, there will always be some old perverted readers who will recall this comic book over and over again in the dead of night, wantonly brandishing guns and sticks,

He will live as long as someone wants him to. What are you going to do?"

Chapter 95 Why are you killing him?

"How should I kill him..."

Lin Qiye racked his brains and said as he pondered, "Since I'm a comic book author, I could create a car accident in the comic, or hire a killer. Or, in an extreme case, create an irresistible natural disaster to destroy his world."

"Yes, it has the flavor of a living devil." Su Yan teased, raised a finger and said:

"At this time, the character in the comic suddenly obtained a treasure called 'God's Path', which allowed him to evolve from an ordinary person to a superman. From then on, he could easily lift 10,000-ton boulders, even overturn mountains and shake the sea. Even falling meteorites could not hurt him at all. What would you do?"

Lin Qiye nodded slightly, understanding that Su Yan was getting to the point.

He continued, "Draw a person with abilities more powerful than him and kill him."

"You drew one person with special abilities after another, with all kinds of strange settings, but not only did you not kill him, but you made him stronger and stronger until he stood at the top of the world and possessed the 'Path to the Supreme God'. Do you have any other solutions?" Su Yan asked.

Lin Qiye pondered with great interest, putting himself into the mental journey of a neurotic cartoonist.

He became increasingly dissatisfied with the protagonist in the comics and wanted to kill him, but no matter how many villains he drew, the protagonist would never die and would become increasingly powerful.

What can you do if one day you exhaust your brainpower but still cannot create a more powerful disaster?

Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly: "I should give up. After all, nothing can hurt him."

"It's too late. You wanted to give up, but the protagonist of the comic world discovered your existence. It turns out that it was you, Lin Qiye, who had been controlling my life." Su Yan couldn't help laughing.

"He yelled, 'My fate is in my own hands, I'm going to kill you, you bastard!' He started figuring out how to get to your world and eliminate you, the mastermind behind this."

"How is that possible?" Lin Qiye said with a smile:

"He's just a character in a comic book, but I'm in reality."

Su Yan glanced at him and asked with a half-smile, "How can you be sure that Lin Qiye is living in reality?"

"..."

Lin Qiye opened his mouth in a daze.

How to prove it? It seems impossible to prove it.

This question seems like a bottomless mystery, with no answer and even full of horror, just like the scene in the mental hospital where the doctor asked the patient to prove that he was not sick, which was both absurd and helpless.

Lin Qiye was stunned for a few seconds, then pressed his temples and whispered, "Two-dimensional, three-dimensional... I think I understand the path to higher dimensions."

He paused and then asked:

"But is it necessary to go to another world? The current world is already invincible. Isn't it good to live happily with my family?"

"Ideals are full of hope, but reality is harsh." Su Yan asked slowly:

"Being invincible can only guarantee one's own immortality. What if, during this process, due to various reasons, the protagonist's family is destroyed by the author? Imagine, for example, if he kills his aunt..."

"Then I'll kill him!" Lin Qiye's anger instantly skyrocketed, and he stood up suddenly.

"Not really..." Su Yan wiped his forehead and comforted:

"I'm just giving an analogy, as long as you understand."

Lin Qiye took several deep breaths, realized that he had lost his composure, and sat back in his seat angrily.

After a little thought:

"Su Yan, is the 'father' Nyx mentioned Fuxi?"

"I don't know." Su Yan told the truth.

?Speculation about the identity of Nyx's father?I'm not 100% sure.

Under the low-dimensional attributes of the God-Slaying World, any ancient Chinese god who comes here will inevitably leave behind numerous divine paths.

Therefore, Su Yan was unable to determine whether the person coming was Fuxi based on the information currently obtained.

The power of the Moon from the Goddess of Night is not enough to prove it.

After all, for the ancient clans, the power of the moon is not only not rare, but is an indispensable part of their practice and life.

"Alright, the conversation is over!"

Su Yan felt that it was almost time, so he quickly interrupted Lin Qiye's thoughts, opened the dormitory door and waved:

"Becoming a god is too far away for us, let's fill our stomachs first."

"Let's go to the cafeteria and eat some more!"

......

Five months later.

Winter has arrived in Cangnan City as expected, and it is a bit colder than in previous years.

?The cold wind in January is like a sharp blade, cutting every inch of exposed skin, making it unbearable. The earth is covered with a thick layer of snow, and it is all white, but it also reveals endless coldness.

On the playground, the recruits were wearing short sleeves and running training.

"Everyone dismiss, twenty minutes for lunch!"

Su Yan rushed out of the team with his head covered, took out a thick down jacket and put it on.

The thick down jacket that I thought I would never need turned out to be a lifesaver by accident.

"You are the only one in the team wearing a thick down jacket. Isn't it embarrassing?" Lin Qiye curled his lips and said sourly.

"Put aside your stepmother-like jealousy." Su Yan lowered his head and tightened the hem of his down jacket before raising his head and saying:

"Your down jacket is in my ring, but I gave it to you and you won't wear it."

"Wear whatever you want!" Lin Qiye rubbed his red, frozen arms.

"How can I wear a pink down jacket with over 200 men looking at me? It has Peppa Pig on it... Just talking about this makes me angry!" Lin Qiye's face darkened, his eyes gleaming with anger.

"Why are all the female soldiers in the training camp calling me Lin Peiqi these days? Is that a nickname you gave me?!"

"No, I don't have that much free time." Su Yan turned his eyes away.

Lin Qiye clenched his fists: "Come on, look into my eyes and say it again!"

"Ah, I'm dead."

Su Yan's eyes opened wide, and he tilted his head in a daze.

"Qiye, let's go eat. Today we're having meat buns..."

Baili Pangpang, who had lost more than 80 kilograms, ran over, shouting as he ran, followed by Cao Yuan with a calm expression.

Without saying a word, Lin Qiye reached out and pulled out the small sword from Baili Pangpang's pocket, and slashed at Su Yan in front of him.

Swish-!

The sharp blade wiped across Su Yan's neck cleanly, and his head fell to the ground and rolled to Lin Qiye's feet.

"Lin Peiqi? I asked you to give me a nickname!"

Lin Qiye kicked the head with a flying kick, sending it flying more than ten meters away. He was so angry that steam came out of his head.

Cao Yuan looked calm, as if he was already used to it.

"Qi Ye, why did you kill Su Yan? We have to take care of it. If you go to the cafeteria too late, you won't be able to get the beef buns." Baili Pangpang looked worried.

Lin Qiye's expression froze: "I couldn't help it..."

Before he could finish his words, the headless Su Yan in front of him exploded into a ball of white confetti, spinning lightly in the breeze like snowflakes floating in the sky.

"Lin Qiye, clean up before you leave!" Instructor Hong shouted with a frown.

Lin Qiye:╥﹏╥

Cao Yuan: (^_^)/(T_T)

Chapter 96 "Tiger", messy skills.

Canteen corner.

Su Yan slowly stretched out his hand, and a ball of pure light quietly emerged from his palm.

This is the power that created the paper clone, and its origin comes from the "Tiger".

He couldn't help but smile. The ball of light came back, which meant that the clone should have been killed by Lin Qiye. It must be busy cleaning up the playground now.

Two months ago, on the day when the skill was activated, three balls of light suddenly separated from his mind, shining like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with mesmerizing light.

The description is confusing.

Tiger

——"Like voices respond to each other, like spirits attract each other; when a sage acts, all things see."

After groping for a long time, Su Yan only found one way to use it.

Use some paper, wood, or metal materials, and throw a ball of light into it to create a magical clone.

The clone has no independent thinking and is controlled like an arm.

Activating the skill allows the clone to swap positions with Su Yan, which is equivalent to an escape puppet technique.

The frustrating thing is that the quality of the puppets is very low, so low that it is shocking.

This paper clone, apart from looking the same as him, has no fighting power at all. It usually just stares with its eyes and tilts its head, and walks like a balloon with a gust of wind, which is very abstract.

Lin Qiye, Cao Yuan, and Baili Pangpang took great pains to make a body made of iron and a wooden one for him, but they found that he couldn't walk at all and could only crawl on the ground. The scene was so unbearable to watch.

Since he really couldn't understand it, Su Yan didn't force it and just used it as a teleportation technique for the time being.