I Was Learning To Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital

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Chapter 501: Hypocrite

“Hmm?”

The sudden appearance of this brilliant light immediately captured everyone’s attention.

Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat, who were still in battle, had vanished without a trace, along with the shattered altar located in the center of the underground.

This unexpected change made Lin Qiye furrow his brows slightly. Although he didn’t know exactly what had happened, it was definitely not a good sign. That dazzling and strange light had taken both of them along with the altar, bringing Shen Qingzhu, who was about to escape danger, back into peril.

In contrast, the Third Seat revealed a cold smile as he saw the light.

“Lord Yiyu has returned… Today, none of you will escape!”

He raised his arm, and from the four swirling vortexes behind him, the remaining two black flowers, still in bud, quickly bloomed.

Two figures emerged on the surface of the dark shell, overlapping with the original female phantom.

Buzz—!

A low humming sound emanated from the manor, followed by a series of ear-piercing screeches that made one’s teeth ache. A large amount of steel rebar mixed with various metal objects broke through the thick walls, swirling into the air like a circular, pitch-black cloud slowly rotating.

At the same time, the originally clear sky rapidly darkened, a streak of black light centered around the Third Seat, sweeping across the entire manor in the blink of an eye.

In the courtyard, small fragments of stone began to float.

Glass and stones also started to rise, and the puddles in the corners of the courtyard rippled, as if turned upside down, flowing bizarrely toward the sky.

Floor tiles, sofas, cars, even the spire of the manor began to detach from the walls, slowly floating into the air.

A sense of weightlessness enveloped everyone’s bodies.

Lin Qiye found himself uncontrollably drifting toward the sky; the existence of gravity seemed to have been completely erased. Without a point of support, he could only slowly and sluggishly hover in the air.

“Controlling metal, and also controlling gravity?” An Qingyu frowned slightly.

In mid-air, the Third Seat was surrounded by crackling lightning. His left hand, glowing with a gray light, manipulated all the metal within the forbidden area, while his right hand, glowing with a black light, controlled the gravity within the same range. The laws of the entire manor seemed to be toyed with in his grasp.

“This is ‘Klein’…” A serious expression appeared in Lin Qiye’s eyes.

“This state of his won’t last long.” An Qingyu observed his figure and adjusted her glasses, saying, “His body is already severely injured, and now forcibly manipulating so much from the forbidden area will inevitably harm his essence.”

“Why is he doing this?”

“Ever since Yiyu took Shen Qingzhu and the altar away, he has been recklessly unleashing power without regard for the consequences. If I’m not mistaken, he is stalling for Yiyu.” An Qingyu pondered.

“Stalling for time…” Lin Qiye looked at the spot where Shen Qingzhu had originally stood. “What exactly do they want to do?”

…

Nightmare Space.

Shen Qingzhu struggled to get up from the ground, shaking his head slightly to dispel some of the intense dizziness.

“Little Shen, are you awake?” The Ninth Seat walked up to him, frowning as he asked.

Shen Qingzhu glanced at him, then at Yiyu not far away, and silently nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve shaken off that state.”

The punch from the Ninth Seat had indeed left him a bit dazed, but that didn’t prevent him from recognizing the current situation. With Yiyu here, it was no longer a matter of pretending to be confused.

He rubbed his temples and looked around.

This was still the underground space, and the altar remained in its original position. The massive sword mark above his head still existed… The difference was that Lin Qiye and the Third Seat had both vanished.

“Where is this?” he asked in confusion.

“It’s my Nightmare Space.”

From the altar, Yiyu’s weak voice slowly came through. “I used my forbidden area to drag you and this altar into the nightmare. Although it looks the same as the outside world, it is actually a different space.”

“This is a dream?”

“It is a dream, but also not.” Yiyu slowly stood up from the altar, lightly waving his right hand. The bloodstained and wounded tailcoat vanished into thin air, and then a clean, new tailcoat appeared on him.

“Everything that happens here can affect the real world. This place… is a true nightmare.”

“What about the Third Seat? Why didn’t he come in?” the Ninth Seat asked in confusion.

“We need someone to stall for time.”

“Stall for time?” Shen Qingzhu keenly grasped the key point. “What are we supposed to do?”

Yiyu’s pale lips curled slightly as he pointed to the altar beneath his feet. “Of course, we need to revive this altar and summon the God of the Underworld.”

The God of the Underworld…

A flicker of brilliance flashed in Shen Qingzhu’s eyes.

“But the spiritual energy in this altar isn’t full yet; it will take at least two more days.” The Ninth Seat pondered before speaking. “Moreover, with the Third Seat, Seventh Seat, and Twelfth Seat absent, it may take even longer. Do we have that much time?”

“No.” Yiyu said calmly. “But we have other methods.”

“Ninth Seat, come up here.”

Hearing Yiyu call him, the Ninth Seat’s eyes showed confusion, but under the influence of the soul contract, he still stepped forward and lightly jumped onto the top of the altar.

“Lord Yiyu, how can I assist you?” The Ninth Seat slightly bowed.

Yiyu gazed at him for a long time before slowly speaking.

“Ninth Seat… no, He Lin, how many years have you followed me?”

“Eleven years, Lord Yiyu.”

“Eleven years.” Yiyu looked into his eyes, a look of nostalgia appearing. “I still remember the first time I saw you; you were a young man full of unfulfilled potential, clearly possessing great power, yet willingly sinking into this filthy society…”

“Yes, Lord Yiyu.” The Ninth Seat seemed to recall something, his gaze somewhat helpless. “If I hadn’t met you, I might have starved to death on the streets.”

“I remember you liked to watch ‘Water Margin’ back then.”

“Your memory is truly remarkable.”

“Ha ha, because you told me I was your Song Jiang.”

“Yes, in my heart, you have always been Song Jiang.”

“Then…” Yiyu’s smile gradually faded. “Are you willing to die for me, your Song Jiang, like the heroes of Liangshan?”

The Ninth Seat stood frozen in place.

“Lord Yiyu…”

“He Lin.” Yiyu said calmly, “The spiritual energy that this altar lacks is equivalent to that of a ‘Wuliang.’ As long as you die, the [Source Conductors] below will absorb all your spiritual energy, and the God of the Underworld altar will activate.

For the [Believers], for me…

Die.”

The Ninth Seat stared blankly into Yiyu’s eyes, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

“Lord Yiyu.”

“Hmm? Do you have any last words?”

“You… really haven’t changed at all.”

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“You are still, just like nineteen years ago… not fond of reading.”

This inexplicable statement left Yiyu somewhat bewildered.

“Song Jiang was never a hero; he was just a hypocrite…

And so are you.”

The Ninth Seat reached out, swiftly gripping Yiyu’s throat!