Weird Resurrection: I Ate a God

The murderer who killed him, the murderer who had caused him so much pain, was right in front of him.

Because he understood, he knew very well that he could no longer communicate with such a paranoid person with words, and killing her was the best solution.

But at this moment, the mirage in his body spoke up, reminding him not to do it, because this woman had absorbed countless blessings for decades and was very dangerous.

Moreover, after the soul was materialized, his attacks would not have any effect at all, unless he also received the blessing and turned into a monster, only then could he use his soul to cause harm.

"I have seen her before, she is different from all the villagers you have met, she... has no body, what you see of her has actually always been in the state of soul materialization, because she is too strong, so the soul can form substance, even without a body, it looks like a person with a body." Mirage reminded, with a solemn tone.

Before, it didn't care about Camellia, this alternative monster, and even had no interest in it, but now it is different, it can't let this hard-won host go to seek death.

"It has always been in the state of soul." Lang Ren was shocked, but he didn't change his expression on the surface.

He didn't expect that since the day he came into contact with Shanchahua, this crazy woman has always been in the form of a soul, and can move freely without a body. What kind of monster has this guy become...

The beautiful girl before at least had a body, and could be subdued by means, but now facing Shanchahua, it has become very difficult.

"Without soul attack means, can't I kill her..." Langren slowly clenched his fists. He didn't expect that he would meet this murderer again, but he couldn't do anything to her.

It seems that he can only give up killing her and wait for an opportunity.

Soon, Langren clenched his fists and left. He wanted to stay away from this disgusting woman and didn't want to breathe the same air with her.

However, Shanchahua was like a ghost that lingered, keeping a smile on her face, and kept following behind.

It seemed that she was tired of walking and knew that she couldn't get rid of it, just like before.

Langren found a stone to sit down, and Shanchacha also sat not far away.

He looked at the figure of Shanchahua. The appearance of Shanchahua in front of him was very different from before. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

Quietly, he took out the glass from his bosom, held it in his palm, and slowly shone it towards the other person's figure.

In the mirror, a figure with a bloated body, a huge head, and an extremely ugly appearance appeared.

A few sparse strands of hair hung on the bald head, fluttering in the wind, a stream of saliva hung on the chin, the arm was like dead pork that had been soaked for a long time, bloated and enlarged, there were unknown green objects in the nails, and the clothes were also dirty, with various liquids, looking dirty.

Although only the figure and a corner of the face were seen, it must be extremely ugly.

Lang Ren took a deep breath.

Judging from the figure, this is the real Camellia! It matches the appearance in his memory, but now she is even uglier.

Suddenly, the voice of Camellia sounded inexplicably, as if she was talking to herself, and as if she was talking to him: "If you see me clearly, you will hate me."

"Why do you pursue the so-called truth? Poor curiosity."

After that, she turned her head and said coldly: "Are you right?"

At this moment, a large number of black shadows on the ground rushed towards Langren from where she was sitting, like black ink, sticking to the ground.

At the same time, her appearance was clearly reflected in the mirror.

It revealed a face crawling with rotten maggots, without eyeballs, nose, mouth, and highly rotten facial features.

Instantly, the mirror hidden in the palm of the hand suddenly pierced into the palm, and silver blood flowed. At this moment, Langren did not feel the pain in his palm at all, and was completely overwhelmed by this terrifying face, this monstrous horror and fear.

Like a flash of lightning.

It was as if he had returned to those countless days and nights, seeing the rotting body of Camellia sticking to his side, seeing the maggots drilling into his body, his eardrums and brain, but he couldn't move.

Those disgusting touches, the shadows from childhood to adulthood, mixed with torture more painful than death, completely drowned Langren at the moment when Camellia showed her face.

He opened his eyes wide, every cell was trembling, his whole body was trembling.

He remembered!

He remembered everything!!

All the memories of the details came out!

At this moment, a large amount of black liquid flowed along the ground and rushed to his body in an instant. Before she could react, it flooded his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, like dirty water, and also flooded his soul, making his soul stiff.

At the moment when he was completely covered by the black liquid, the chaotic and violent memory of the wolf-headed monster exploded in his mind like a ignited bomb, and surged in his mind. The liquid and memory made his eyes dark. He knelt on the ground, covered his head, and let out a shrill and painful roar that was not like a human voice----

"Ahhh!!!!"

The desperate cry resounded through the sky, spreading farther and farther.

Only a cold prompt sound was drowned in Langren's mind, and one of the two shadows behind him began to twist and tremble.

[Hint: The immortal soul merged successfully, and the soul began to transform. ]

[Hint: The unknown soul was merged, and the soul fissioned. ]

With a plop.

The screams stopped abruptly, and Langren's body fell straight to the ground, motionless.

Time passed quickly.

The desolate sea water washed the beach and reefs over and over again, and the aurora in the sky seemed to be eternal.

The black liquid faded from Langren's body. In coma, his brows were still furrowed, and his eyes under his eyelids kept trembling, as if he had a nightmare.

Camellia's figure had disappeared, leaving only him lying here quietly, without anything to disturb him. The whole world was quiet and a little lonely.

It seemed that there was no concept of time. I don't know whether it was a few days or a few months, until the aurora in the sky disappeared and a ray of morning light lit up from the horizon.

Until the warm sunshine gradually spread over the whole earth, bringing warmth to the world, the sea, fishing village, and reefs in the mirage faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Disappearing.

…

On the endless Gobi Desert.

The warm sunlight dissipated the strange night that lasted for several months, and the entire dangerous area ushered in vitality. Some small animals began to drill out of the sand and migrate on the ground to find food.

In a dead bush, a squirrel with three tails stood up, its dark eyes staring straight at the distance, where a huge sinkhole was entrenched.

"Swoosh!"

It ran on all fours for a long time, and finally came to the edge of the sinkhole. Looking at the scene in the sinkhole, it tilted its head slightly.

The sinkhole was bare, but in the center stood a black object hundreds of meters high. It didn't recognize what it was.

"What a tall tree." It looked at the black object and thought so in its mind.

Soon, it noticed that there seemed to be a human lying at the bottom of the sinkhole, and the human climbed up from the ground. Seeing a living creature appear, it was so timid that it turned around and ran away immediately.

At the bottom of the sinkhole, Lang Ren opened his eyes weakly, his eyes were hazy, and his mind was full of pain.

He felt so tired, like the sequelae of sleeping too long.

Just staring at the sky for a few seconds, his consciousness began to return, and his pupils were no longer dilated.

So warm.

It smells like sunshine.

"Are you awake?"

A pleasant and gentle voice came from his ear, crisp and pleasant.

A beautiful figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision, looking down at him, then squatted down, stretched out her hand and waved in front of his eyes.

"You are..." Langren slightly turned his pupils, looked at the girl who suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and asked weakly.

"My name is Camellia." Camellia blinked and said softly: "Long time no see."

Huh?

This name is so familiar, it seems to have been heard from somewhere.

"Do we know each other?" Langren sat up with some effort, rested for a while, and asked doubtfully after feeling a little strength restored.

Camellia suddenly showed a weird smile, did not answer, but suddenly changed the subject, and said softly: "It's dawn."

After that, Langren looked at the sky above his head and the surroundings, and subconsciously said: "Yes."

It's dawn.

The mirage finally disappeared.

Finally, I'm back.

Finally left that terrible place.

"I seem to have forgotten something." Bathed in the warm aurora, Langren stood up, covered his head, and frowned.

Strange, how did he inexplicably survive the mirage?

I felt as if some of my memories were missing in my heart.

"It seems that his memory has been successfully erased by me." Looking at his handsome profile, Camellia's eyes flickered, and she uttered a barely audible self-talk, and the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened.

"It doesn't matter, just live." Camellia seemed to have some pity, and wanted to touch Langren's cheek with a distressed look.

Suddenly, Langren turned his head and slapped her hand open. He stared at the girl with empty eyes and said without emotion: "Who are you? Why do you want to help me? What is your purpose in approaching me?"

In response to Langren's sudden questioning, Camellia looked at the almost cold face and said foolishly: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you, and I will never hurt you."

"When I woke up, you were already unconscious here. I was protecting you. Don't be afraid."

The brows gradually loosened, Langren looked at this strange woman, turned around and looked at the tall tiankeng around him, and suddenly, his eyes shrank.

In front of him, there was a spear hundreds of meters long, nailed in the soil, revealing part of the spear tip and the complete spear shaft, like a black ancient tree, standing tall.

"How can there be such a tall weapon?" Langren walked forward with shock in his eyes.

The shock brought to him by this giant spear even overwhelmed other questions in his heart, making him forget the girl next to him and the missing memory in his mind for a while.

He didn't understand. Who in the world could use such a terrifying weapon? This gun alone was hundreds of meters long. Wouldn't the person using this gun be a giant?

Suddenly, he paused, looked back, and frowned, "Why are you following me?"

Camellia showed an innocent smile, but didn't answer him.

Langren looked at her, and his vigilance in his heart became stronger.