Record of Beheading a God: Patient, Lend Me Your Knife to Kill a God

Lin Qiye felt that something was wrong with the mental hospital he was in. Other patients either counted the floor tiles or spoke to the air, but Zhao Kongcheng, who was in the bed next to him, held a rusty kitchen knife every day and chanted, "To kill a god, you need to practice chopping firewood." Until one day, the scarlet moon hung on the branches, and the dean in a hospital gown stood on the top of the building with a Guan Gong sword on his shoulder, shouting to the demons roaring in the sky: "Little ones, it's time to change the dressing - ah no, it's time to kill the god!" Lin Qiye realized in hindsight: I am the only one in this shabby hospital who wants to be cured? When other patients rushed out with spatulas and kitchen knives to kill the patient, he silently took out the hidden medical record: Wait, I seem to have got the wrong discharge diagnosis. It says "Chief Physician of the Department of Beheading". What does that mean? ! From then on, daily life in the mental hospital became: "Zhao Kongcheng, don't use a kitchen knife to peel an apple! That's the one that killed the evil god from outside the realm!" "Su Qingyuan, take away the red thread! The dean's red autumn pants are about to be used as a sacrifice by you!" "And you, Lin Qiye! Don't say 'these symptoms look familiar' to the god's head! It will bite!" A group of God-Slayers holding "mental illness diagnosis certificates" repeatedly jumped on the edge of madness and sanity. One day, they chopped down and cried the ancient demon, and the next day they fought for the last piece of braised pork in the cafeteria. There was no way, the God-Slayers who came out of the mental hospital were so outrageous and reliable!