Who calls this thing a god?

The bones of the dead are exposed, and the mountains of corpses are covered with blood.

The young man hummed the wild tunes of the mountains and villages, and walked across the city full of dead bones from afar, as if returning home.

"Kala Kala—" There was a piercing crackling sound.

Finally, he stopped in front of a cenotaph, stopped humming, and just stared silently.

Someone in the distance groaned/groaned miserably, and the crow hanging on the blood-stained tree branch suddenly creaked and rushed out, flapping its powerful wings.

The boy stood in front of the tomb, as quiet as a tree.

His eyes flicked over the crooked words "Shen He returns to the grave" engraved on the tombstone.This person lived his whole life straight and upright, but after his death he was so crooked that it made people laugh.

The young man also laughed, mocking and mean, his peach blossom eyes were full of viciousness, as if he hated the owner of this tomb of clothes.

He smiled and felt the red mark on his neck unconsciously, and the sneer stopped abruptly.

The boy started to go into a daze again.

The north of the city is flooded, and the south of the city is full of fire;

Anyway, in his eyes, it's nothing more than howling ghosts and howling wolves, making people's ears noisy.

The young man didn't bother to look back at the world, he rolled up his right sleeve neatly a few times, revealing his white and slender arms, with delicate wrist bones and slender fingers, these hands are naturally suitable for playing the piano or holding a brush for painting rather than—

Instead of digging it into his chest.

Half of the boy's bright face was stained with blood spattered from his chest, without blinking his eyes, his fingers were twisting like an awl in the flesh and blood, until he grabbed something and pulled it out.

Yin Hong's blood dripped all over the floor like money, and he still had the same expression, without frowning.

The young man held the blood-stained and glowing bone, faced the tomb of clothes, as if he was facing the person named 'Shen Hegui', and said with a sneer: "You are used to coming out of the world, you want me to save you!" , really don't know good from bad!"

As soon as the words fell, he smashed the god bone down seven feet!

The nine-day giant thunder suddenly roared, as if it was about to split the world into scorched earth!

The scene in front of the boy's eyes gradually dimmed. Hearing the noise from Tianlei, he was about to curse "Don't fuck me!" when he felt like he was under general anesthesia, and he couldn't exert any strength or make a sound.

Before his consciousness lost consciousness, he heard a middle-aged man's trembling cry from far away, "Your Highness, the God of Resentment, for this kindness, we..."

Before the boy could finish listening, the last ray of light in front of his eyes dissipated and he fell into a deep sleep.

There have been quite a few rumors about the gods since it was born, and even a child of seven or eight years old can lick a candy bar and say five or six with a smile.

The most common enshrined by people is this kind of "happy god" including the family god.

They are merciful and sympathetic to all living beings, snapping their fingers is auspicious, nodding their heads is good luck, and smiling often means peace and prosperity.

The opposite of the "good god" is the "bad god".

Turn your hands to embrace blessings, and turn your hands to bring disasters.

Intimidating.

And the god of resentment is also a well-known broom star among the gods of evil.

Let's not mention that before he entered the WTO, wherever he went, there was no peace.

Let’s say that after he joined the WTO, he defeated the old yellow dog in the Zongli, the suzerain, and the elders. After he defeated the elders, everyone thought that he should stop, right?Is it possible that he really wants to overcome a hundred surnames?As a result, the man killed the high priest who had adopted him without saying a word.

It is said that when the high priest died, blood flowed all over the ground, and the phoenix wept;

I don't know that he didn't regret adopting such a white-eyed wolf before and after his death, and directly bit his throat with one bite.

The century-old sect was also torn to pieces.

What about resenting the gods?

Some people say that he returned to his lair after being seriously injured, some people say that he turned into an old man and hid himself in the world, and some people say that it was the high priest who used all his life's knowledge to cut this evil god under the sword before he died...

Ok.

All in all, he was the one who blamed God and disappeared thousands of years ago.

the present.

Believers have fallen asleep.

--"listen to me."

There are groaning/groaning, poisonous and blood-soaked complaints, and they are laughing and laughing, hiding in the thorn bushes on both sides of the towering mountain gate and looking around excitedly.

——"When you fall into Tibetan anger and old grievances, wandering in helplessness."

Layers of stone steps lead to the inverted abyss.

That is the causal tree on this shore, and the gentle hometown on the other shore.

——"Tie a red thread with a copper bell on your hair before going to sleep, and the God of Resentment will guide you to the Soul Temple in your dream."

The footsteps that fall on each step are like stepping on the edge of a bloody knife.

——"In front of the statue, tell your prayers."

The young man clutched the copper coins wet with sweat in his hand, and stepped carefully across the bright red threshold.

Deserted and gloomy.

The jade statue enshrined behind the incense table looked at him with downcast eyebrows and eyes. It was so indifferent that it could even be said to be a bit compassionate, but it reflected a hundred times evil spirit in this treacherous temple.

— "He will answer all your grudges."

The man knelt down on the only futon in the temple with a thud, pressed his palms and forehead to the cold ground, took a deep breath, and said hoarsely:

"His Highness Resentment God! Please respond to my resentment!!"

The moment he finished speaking, he heard a jingle, and the red thread tied between his hair suddenly broke, and fell silently on the dark floor tiles in front of him.

The gusts of wind outside the temple and the murmurs and murmurs fell silent at this moment!

Almost instinctively, the roots of his cold hair stood up, and hundreds of millions of cells screamed sharply.

Ye Jinyi felt an unprecedented coercion and woke up from behind the statue, as if he wanted to grind his bones into a meat paste mixed with hot blood, and his resentment would bloom gorgeous flowers in the mud.

Under such extreme fear, even dying became a luxury.

——The gods come.

The awakened Resentment God is red-clothed and has a ferocious mask, which is actually a bit more treacherous than ghosts.

He stepped on the arm of the god statue with his bare feet, and asked him softly:

"Who are you complaining about?"

At this time, Ye Jinyi knew he was afraid, his calves were throbbing, and he couldn't control his boiling water valve.

...Although the voice of this god is not loud, even a bit lazy, it doesn't sound like he is angry.

But what if it's an extremely small-minded person who doesn't hear a reply for a long time, and is afraid that he will tear himself up and eat bibimbap. Ye Jinyi thought of the scumbag's ex again, so he suppressed the urge to urinate, angry from his heart, and turned evil. With courage, he gritted his teeth and said desperately: "My ex! Grandson!"

Kuan Youshen was silent for a moment, then asked again, "What are you complaining about?"

Mentioning this, Ye Jin's face became even more angry, and he said word by word, "He, chop, leg!"

Resentment God asked again, "Anjie?"

"I want him to pay with his life!"

Resentment God said: "No."

The high priest once taught him that the two-character mantra is "don't do it". Now that the feng shui is turning, it is his turn, the broom star, to have the opportunity to give others this earnest teaching, and he can't help but feel a bit of upside-down ridicule.

It's ridiculous that it was his turn to speak from the perspective of the high priest when he woke up.

It's a pity that when Ye Jin heard the two-character mantra from God, instead of being enlightened, he felt a little regretful.

After the hot blood in his head gradually cooled down a bit, he then thought about it, although the scumbag is a dog to the bone, but taking his life seems to be harming others and not benefiting himself... This made him feel a little regretful for his recklessness.

If God does not advocate killing people, he should still be a good God in essence... I guess.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, guessing what the Lord God meant, and tentatively changed his wish, "Then I... can I have a partner?"

"..."

Go away.

Lord Shenming felt that this person was dull in talent and was quite tired, so he waved his hand, as if he wanted to explain the dream and send him home.

"that……"

Ye Jin knelt on the ground tremblingly, looked up at the god who was standing barefoot on his bed in a posture of "pursuing all living beings", and wanted to see through it for a moment, "You... in this life, you agreed?"

In this small room, there is only a bed and a simple wardrobe. The place is so small that the bed can be blown away by a fart. It is really different from the soul temple of the gods.

However, this fierce ancestor who couldn't distinguish between good and evil, as if he had come to this poor country, stood barefoot on his bed, with most of his white feet sunk into the poor-quality sheets, like a beautiful young tree alone.

...Although the smile on the mask at this moment has a more meaning of "haha, I'm done coding".

"..." Resentment God was silent for a longer time this time.

How is he going to explain to this human being that because he has slept for thousands of years and has not insisted on clocking in at work, his divine power has collapsed and he is rejected by the Soul Temple?

In modern society, this is equivalent to the boss skipping work all the year round and being fired from his own company.

Don't ask, ask is love.

For the first time, the God of Resentment experienced what it was like to lose face, and even wanted to open a skull to celebrate.

……

In the living room, Ye Jin brought a bowl of steaming noodles to the table.

Being able to make offerings to the living gods in his lifetime is considered smoke from his ancestral grave.

It's just that the tribute was a bit shabby. The white noodles mixed with soy sauce soup were served in porcelain bowls, and smoke rose from cooking in front of others.

Not to mention eggs, her mother doesn't even have a shredded green onion.

Through that mask, Ye Jinyi could see "Mere mortal" written in the left eye of the God of Resentment, and "You are dying" written in the right eye.

To be reasonable, as a new youth in the 21st century, as a strong man who memorizes the eight honors and eight disgraces by heart, can Ye Jinyi surrender casually!impossible!

The only thing that can make him succumb in this life is fierce one!

The mask lifted its head to face him.

...and God.

As soon as Ye Jin received the death stare from the void, he immediately became respectful and sat upright in his chair obediently.

"Hey, all the ingredients in the house were made by that bastard Sun Gu, only dried noodles and soy sauce. I'm sorry, I'll start working hard tomorrow to make money to support my family..."

Afraid of resentment, he would say in a serious manner, "Please move your precious leg to the plate," his lips slipped like sharpening a knife.

The God of Resentment who was sitting opposite him was too lazy to answer, and raised his hand to take off the mask of the gloomy smiling face, revealing a face as bright as peach blossoms in March.

The moment Ye Jinyi saw this face, he suddenly understood the gap between man and god.

Different from his terrifying and frightening legendary background, Resentment God has a childish face that is between youth and youth, and the shadow of cheap lamps casts a layer of soft light on the bottom of his eyes, like a shallow wandering.

If he laughs, you need to surrender, if he raises his hand, you need to fall down. That's probably the case.

"My name is Ye Jinyi," Yan Gou came uninvited, and boldly said while looking at his face, "What's your surname, ancestor of the gods?"

The name is the mantra.

The high priest had told him earnestly.

For thousands of years, he has also been called down by people using "fierce god" or "broom star"... Oh, and later the high priest said "eleven".

"I don't have a name." Resentment God wrote lightly.

He didn't think it was a big deal, the name was a special reference among human beings, and he didn't need to be specifically referred to by anyone.

Resentment God leaned over and held the pair of disposable chopsticks unfamiliarly, his long hair hanging like smoke in front of him.

The little quail with eyesight stood up and boldly combed his hair for him. The slender, black hair ran through his fingers like flowing water.

"That's true...but for us, the name is very important. When a person dies, his body will decay, his spirit will disappear, and his identity will be replaced. Only the name will remain forever."

Kuan Youshen sucked on the plain noodles with no expression on his face, as if he would be exhausted to death if he said one more word.

Ye Jin thought wholeheartedly: If God can scold a fool, he probably scolds me like that in his heart right now.

But he was not discouraged at all. After all, he was a contestant with a score of 130 in Chinese in the college entrance examination. He decided to write a short composition for this quiet god on the spot to let him respect human civilization.

"Since ancient times, when parents choose their children's names, they will place their expectations on their children's future. There are also many people who combine words that they think are important..."

"Bi You." While he was babbling on, the hungry God of Kuanyou had already finished the bowl of unsightly noodles, licked the soup on his lips, and put it down. Picking up the chopsticks, he said calmly, "You can call me Qiyou."

"Pray for resentment" and "pray for you".Ye Jin thought to himself that this god is really lazy.

Of course, the god who is full of lazy bones has no intention of explaining to Ye Jinyi.

As an orphan god who never experienced a complete childhood nagging by an old mother, he felt the brilliance of maternal love for the first time in Ye Jinyi.

But he doesn't fucking want to feel the second time. Thank you.

A god who has been mercilessly rejected by the Soul Temple, Qiyou needs to return to his old job before he fell asleep to earn enough money.

Eat the world's grievances, especially the common people.

In other words, responding to people's resentment can restore divine power.

Qi You looked coolly at the owner of the little quail who could chatter better than a chicken, and for the first time felt the urge to sigh.

Qi You: "So what you complain about..."

"Oh, this." As soon as Ye Jin mentioned this, his temper burst out again, "Sun Gu, that bastard, am I not good to him? I work and study for him, he is special..."

Qiyou: "..." He squinted his eyes without conscience under Ye Jinyi's gaze.

Killing warning.

Ye Jinyi restrained himself a little, and said in a low voice: "It's my mother's confidence that she gave me a name of 0 back then, but there is only 0's fate, and it's a special [-] with a green head."

Qiyou: "..." What can I do.I'm just an ordinary god.

Ye Jinyi knocked on the table again and said angrily, "Is it because I can't move anymore, or because you complain that you can't hold a knife anymore."

Qi You: "..." Reasonable, this is really not a problem that I can solve with a knife.

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