The Good-For-Nothing Demon King's Road To Killing Gods

The campus is rarely so lively.

At this time, there were still two days before the official start of school, and most of the freshmen had already arrived on campus. The senior students walked out of the dormitories as if watching the excitement, and warmly received the confused freshmen.

Most of the students in the academy come from various divine clans. In the long war against gods and monsters, these clans paid a heavy price. At the same time, they also occupied astonishing wealth and gradually developed into behemoths. The College of Humanities was also established more than 80 years ago with investment and leadership from the four major families of Shen, Lin, Li and Ying.

Those freshmen with some backgrounds naturally become the targets of praise from all the stars, and become the ones that both old students and freshmen want to make friends with.

Of course, there are also many students in the college who were born into ordinary families. After awakening the power of divine blood, they were discovered and recruited by the college's admissions department. However, most of these students have ordinary bloodlines, and their bloodline ratings are generally C. Few Some outstanding people can be rated B.

"Junior, can't you find the way to the dormitory?" A girl with a bright smile enthusiastically asked the boy in front of her who was looking down at the map.

The young man raised his head and saw that the person greeting him was a young and beautiful senior, and he couldn't help but become nervous.

"Yeah." The boy nodded.

"My name is Zhang Yan, from the student union. What do you call me as a junior?" The girl smiled enthusiastically.

"My name is Wang Xichao."

Wang's surname? It is probably an unknown divine clan. The girl muttered in her heart, her face expressionless.

"Let's go, senior sister will take you there."

"No, no, I'll just take my time and look for it myself. There's no need to trouble my senior sister." Wang Xichao quickly refused, as he was most afraid of troublesome others.

"It's a trivial matter. It's natural for seniors to take care of juniors." Zhang Yan said and turned around to lead the way.

The two of them were walking on the road.

"Brother, where are you from?" Zhang Yan asked seemingly unintentionally.

"Linjiang."

There was a look of surprise on Zhang Yan's face: "Linjiang? I heard that there has been a lot of trouble there lately, and monsters have appeared several times. Senior Sister Lin Yue even killed a black demon dog there with her own hands. It is said that a silver-haired girl also appeared there. Defeated the resurrected god with my own hands.”

"I'm not sure." Wang Xichao shook his head, "But there was thunder one night some time ago, and half of the city had a power outage."

"Not sure? Didn't your elders tell you?" Zhang Yan was even more surprised.

The incident in Linjiang caused a stir some time ago, and everyone in the world was aware of it.

Wang Xichao showed a sad look: "I only have one father, and he passed away some time ago. I learned about the college from his belongings, and then contacted the college to enroll."

"Oh, that's right." Zhang Yan nodded, "So your father was also a student of the college."

"Yes, he rarely tells me about him, but Director Li, who interviewed me, told me that he was the captain of the college's confidentiality team stationed in Lin'an City and died in the attack by a group of monsters on the dock."

"Your father is Wang Weiyu?" Zhang Yan asked in surprise.

"Yes, do you know him?" Wang Xichao's eyes showed expectation. His father rarely mentioned his job to him. In Wang Xichao's eyes, his father was just an ordinary security guard. He raised him alone with a meager salary. He was always very busy at work on weekdays and talked the most about himself. One word is to study hard. He knew nothing about his father. During the interview, Director Li only said that his father was the leader of the confidentiality team and died at the hands of a monster. His bloodline was mediocre and he had not even awakened the curse. Director Li seemed to be preparing for it at the time. Another important interview, the interview with Wang Xichao lasted less than ten minutes, and many of his questions about his father were not answered.

Facing the senior student next to him who might know more about his father, Wang Xijun urgently hopes to get more information about his father.

Zhang Yan's original enthusiasm suddenly disappeared and she shook her head: "I don't know."

Wang Xichao was so excited that he didn't notice Zhang Yan's change in attitude. He was about to ask more questions, but was interrupted by Zhang Yan.

"Go forward, turn left at the intersection. Walk a short distance and then turn right to reach the boys' dormitory. I have to leave beforehand."

After saying that, Zhang Yan turned around and left without looking back.

The college has set up confidentiality groups in many places across the country to cooperate with the execution department in handling logistics and aftermath matters during combat operations. They are responsible for the transportation of the college's goods on weekdays. The confidentiality group is the best place for graduating students with a C rating.

Besides, it was Wang Weiyu's son who attracted monsters and killed the whole group because of the smuggled goods, so Zhang Yan naturally didn't want to give him any more good looks.

…

Wang Xichao pushed open the door of the dormitory. There was smoke inside, and for a moment he wondered if he had gone to the wrong place.

A thin and handsome young man was lying on the bare bed with his legs crossed, humming a song, smoking a cigarette and basking in the sun.

When Wang Xichao came in, the young man didn't even raise his eyes and said hello.

"Hello, my name is Xu Qinghuan."

Wang Xichao nodded politely in response.

"Hello, my name is Wang Xichao."

Wang Xichao's luggage is very simple, a backpack and a black umbrella.

The umbrella belonged to the handsome foreigner at the train station. When Wang Xichao followed the foreigner named Wednesday to the parking lot, everyone was stunned. In front of him was a retro convertible American classic car. If the weather with clear skies could It was certainly nice to take a ride in such a sports car, but it was raining heavily at the time.

Wang Xichao stood stupidly in front of the car at that time, and it was not until Wednesday that he made a gesture of invitation to him that he realized it. He said to himself that foreigners are romantic, driving a convertible sports car with an umbrella on a rainy day.

After getting in the car, he realized that it was strange that the inside of the convertible was actually dry despite the heavy rain. The intense driving style on Wednesday left him no time to think about it. He saw with his own eyes that the speed pointer on the instrument panel was stepped on. At the bottom, speeding on the winding mountain road, two huge water curtains were set off. Wang Xichao, who felt that he was about to die, did not notice that he actually did not have to think about whether to hold an umbrella or not. The rain all over the sky disappeared without a trace when it was about to touch them.

Soon the car stopped in front of the school. Wednesday said he was going to meet a friend, gave the umbrella to Wang Xichao and sped off.

The college's dormitory allocation is strictly based on pedigree rating. A-level students live in suites with luxurious decoration comparable to five-star hotels. B-level students live in double rooms with good conditions and complete facilities. The worst ones are It's the C-level dormitory where Xu Qinghuan and Wang Xichao live. It's a four-bed dormitory, and it's far from the cafeteria.

With the strength of the college, there is no need to save on such hardware facilities. Many students and professors have protested against this inequality, but they were all rejected by Principal Long. At that time, he looked at the teachers who rushed into his office to protest with a gentle face. Sheng, said lightly that life is not created equal. If you want to be equal, you have to make yourself stronger.

The pedigree rating at the time of admission will be adjusted based on the student's performance and performance of the tasks. There are unmotivated students like Shen Delu who were graded A in pedigree and were eventually reduced to grade C because their grades were too poor and they did not complete tasks in the executive department and did not receive extra points. , there are also many good students who have improved from C level to B level or even A level through their own efforts.

Wang Xichao looked at the bare bed board and realized that he didn't bring a bedding. He had no choice but to sit on the bed board like Xu Qinghuan.

"Do you want to smoke?" As soon as Xu Qinghuan finished speaking, he threw a cigarette to Wang Xichao opposite.

Wang Xichao picked up the cigarette and handed it back politely.

"Won't."

Xu Qinghuan lit another one for herself and replied: "That's a pity, this is a high-end product given by the principal."

"But it's better not to smoke. I saw the lungs of smokers on the Internet, and they were so black. I wonder if my lungs will be like that..." Xu Qinghuan talked nonsense without paying any attention to the bed. Wang Xichao looked suspicious on the opposite side.

No matter how innocent Wang Xichao was, he still noticed the clear hierarchy of this college. How could a student who was assigned to a four-person dormitory with him know the principal.

"Do you know the principal?"

Xu Qinghuan acted like a big brother: "Of course, Xiaolong, I was taken to the principal's small bungalow in a luxury car as soon as I got off the train. He was quite respectful to me. He was there to thank me for my contribution to the college. For his outstanding contribution, he stuffed me with a pack of cigarettes before leaving. I only learned how valuable these hand-rolled cigarettes were after hearing what others said. It is said that the cut tobacco was flown from somewhere. Seriously, do you want to give it a try? Oops. Forget it, smoking is not a good thing, I just want to save one."

"It's amazing." The more Wang Xichao listened, the more disappointed he became. He originally thought that the other party knew the principal and might be able to help find out about his father, but it turned out that he was just a talker. He was a nice person but not very reliable.

Wang Xichao suddenly asked: "Have you heard about what happened in Linjiang City some time ago?"

Xu Qinghuan's expression changed when he heard this, as if a memory he didn't want to recall was mentioned.

The girl's body, which looked like a flower, was instantly shattered, even though he had promised her that everything would be fine.

Wang Xichao noticed the change in Xu Qinghuan's expression. Sure enough, he knew something, and immediately asked: "Do you know about the attack by the monster group at the dock?"

"That's what you were talking about?" Xu Qinghuan was slightly surprised. He was the first person to pay attention to the dock incident during this period.

The fact that the resurrected gods were defeated by humans has always attracted most of the attention of the people around them. Whether it was Director Li during the interview or Lin Yue who drove to receive them, what they focused on during the conversation were the details of the mysterious man's night. Compared with the details, the monster group's attack on the dock seemed to have been forgotten by everyone. Even Lin Yue, who had experienced it personally, did not mention it at all on the road.

This is the first time in human history that someone has truly defeated a god with absolute strength. Only a few logistics team members with no background died on the dock. Who will remember them? After all, they are not the ones who care about them. people.

"You know!" Wang Xichao looked excited and stood up with a loud noise and came to Xu Qinghuan's bedside.

Xu Qinghuan nodded: "I know, I was at the scene."

"Then have you seen the leader of the confidentiality team named Wang Weiyu? He is a middle-aged man in his forties!" Wang Xichao's breathing became rapid.

"Remember." Xu Qinghuan thought of the middle-aged man who saw through the fact that he was not hypnotized from the beginning but did not reveal it. Unfortunately, the last cigarette before his death was wet by the rain and he did not take a few puffs.

"He...how did he die?"

Xu Qinghuan found that Wang Xichao had his head lowered, his whole body was shaking, and his voice was trembling, like a criminal about to face trial.

Xu Qinghuan tried hard to recall: "He was seriously injured all over his body. The cause of death should be that the monster stabbed his chest with a sword and bled excessively." It rained heavily that night and the night was dark. In addition, he did not observe carefully at the time. , can only think of these.

Seeing Wang Xichao not saying a word after getting the answer, Xu Qinghuan also realized that the young man in front of him had a close relationship with the man named Wang Weiyu.

"He died like a man. He was an excellent soldier. It is a good ending for a soldier to die on the battlefield. He also made a phone call before he died, but unfortunately he didn't get through and I don't know who he called."

Xu Qinghuan recalled that the seriously injured man gasped and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. His vision must have been blurred, and he dialed the phone with difficulty. The regret on the man's face when the other end of the phone finally said that it could not be connected.

The person you want to contact before you die must be a very important person, right? Damn it! He is so happy. Xu Qinghuan was secretly envious.

"That phone call was for me." Wang Xichao's voice was very low, as if he was trying not to cry.

"I was graduating from high school and having a reunion with my classmates. I'm his son."

Xu Qinghuan understood in an instant. No wonder the boy in front of him was so concerned about this matter. No wonder the man's expression was so regretful when his cell phone said it was not connected.

Of course the last phone call a father makes before he dies is to his children. A father like him rarely talks about the word love. Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but wonder what Wang Weiyu would say if the phone call got through. I can say, son, your father, I am going to die soon. Our house book is on the second floor of the bedside table. The bank card password is yours and your mother’s birthday. From now on, I will rely on you alone. I will still say have you eaten? Go home early and study hard, or simply say I love you that you haven't said to your child for a long time when he grows up?

Damn, it’s really happy and miserable.

Xu Qinghuan looked at Wang Xichao who was staggering back to the bed, leaning on the table and bowing his head in silence, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

It was easy for Xu Qinghuan's magic power to save the seriously injured Wang Weiyu. As long as he looked into the man's eyes and said "live on" lightly, Wang Weiyu would be alive and kicking without even a minute. But he couldn't be saved. As the Demon King, he couldn't It's unreasonable to waste your magic power to save someone you've only known for less than half an hour and who is of no use.

Damn it, he was the devil, he would actually feel guilty for such a thing.

The two of them remained silent.

Xu Qinghuan couldn't stand the embarrassment the most, so she broke the silence and tried to comfort the sad boy in front of her.

"There's nothing you can do about not hearing the call, right? It's not your fault."

"I saw it."

"What did you see?" Xu Qinghuan was confused.

"I saw the phone call, but I didn't answer it. I just let the phone ring. I thought he was just calling me to urge me to go home. He is usually very talkative. If I came home late, he would hit me several times in a row. Phone call." Wang Xichao couldn't hold it back after all, tears flowed down silently, sadness and self-blame swallowed him up like a tide.

Xu Qinghuan didn't know what to say at all. He just put the cigarette case and lighter on the table in front of Wang Xichao, and then left the dormitory.

There are times when men need more solitude.

Xu Qinghuan opened the dormitory door and suddenly turned around and said: "Your father is a hero. He fought for his duty until the last moment of his life. Don't be sad and blame yourself for too long. You should be proud of him, and he won't blame you. "