Weird Resurrection: I Ate a God

Soon, some wooden houses appeared in front of them, which looked like traces of people living there.

Lang Ren was alert and was about to enter the village, but he suddenly covered his heart and his steps became slow.

One step, two steps.

Until the whole world began to shake and overlap.

The heart seemed empty, full of emptiness, as if he had lost something important.

"It's so cold."

Wandering to a wooden house, he held the door, trying not to fall, gasping for breath.

In the chaos, Lang Ren seemed to hit something, like wood, like a person, as if he was supported by something, lying in a place, and heard a distant and vague voice in his ears.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?"

The warm liquid flowed down his throat into his body. Lang Ren didn't know how long he had been lying there before he recovered from the terrible feeling of palpitations. His vision gradually recovered, and he blinked hard, trying to see the owner of the voice.

What came into view was a gentle girl, wearing a small cotton-padded jacket with flowered cloth and pigtails, looking at him with concern, and from time to time reheating the cold towel on her forehead.

"Are you awake?" Looking at Langren, who woke up with a pale face and weakness, the gentle girl seemed a little happy.

"You are..." Langren said weakly with his lips opened. He had never been so weak before, and he didn't know why he had such bad symptoms after waking up from the beach.

"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 asked in confusion.

Camellia was suddenly startled, and then she smiled. Instead of answering, she suddenly changed the subject and said softly: "Where is your heart?"

Hearing this, Langren was stunned.

My heart?

What do you mean, isn't my heart always in my chest?

Langren looked at her in confusion and subconsciously touched his chest.

But when he put his palm on his chest, he found that there was no ups and downs, and it was calm.

"Why is there no heartbeat?" Lang Ren's eyes shrank, his heart was shocked, and a huge wave rolled up.

My heartbeat... is gone?

"Your body temperature is so low, I can feel that there is no blood in your body, your body is so strange." Camellia tilted her head, her eyes flickered, and pursed her red lips.

"Impossible, if a person has no heart and no blood, he would have died long ago." Lang Ren's face was as pale as paper, with a ridiculous look on his face.

After saying that, he seemed to want to verify something and bit his finger with his teeth.

"How is it possible..." Looking at the cracked finger, without a drop of blood flowing out, Lang Ren showed shock.

For a moment, he had to admit something.

No wonder, no wonder he felt empty inside, as if he had lost something important.

No wonder he suddenly became weak before and couldn't walk steadily.

No wonder he felt so cold.

Looking at the thick quilt covering him, there was no warmth, just like his heart, which was cold.

"Why, why?" Lang Ren stared at the roof with empty eyes, and the huge doubts were like a haze, covering him.

At this moment, his emotions became a little weird, with great fluctuations, no longer as stable as before, as if he had been hit.

"It's good to be alive." Camellia seemed to have some pity, and wanted to touch Lang Ren's cheek with a distressed look.

Suddenly, Lang Ren suddenly turned his head and avoided her palm, staring at the girl in front of him with empty eyes, without a trace of emotion: "Why do you want to help me, what is your purpose."

In response to Lang Ren's sudden questioning, Camellia looked at the almost cold cheek and said foolishly: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you, I will protect you forever."

Lang Ren turned his head and looked straight at the roof.

The atmosphere was terribly depressing.

He felt that this girl was a little mentally wrong, and everything here was a little wrong. As for what was wrong, he couldn't say.

Anyway, it was very strange.

"You are weak now, I will go to cook for you, just lie down obediently." After saying that, Camellia looked at him passionately, her eyes actually revealed full of admiration, and she seemed a little happy, and left the room happily.

She was right, now his body was full of weakness, and it was difficult for him to move.

Langren looked at Camellia's back and narrowed his eyes.

Outside the house.

Camellia smiled with narrowed eyes, holding a basket in her hand, and walked along the path.

"Camellia, why did you bring an ugly guy in." In front of a wooden house, a bloated aunt sat in front of the door, her face full of displeasure.

An uncle smoking a cigarette also frowned and said: "Yes, this outsider is so ugly, why would you take in such a guy."

"Let him get out of the village, Camellia." Many villagers spoke up, all of them loudly.

Suddenly, Camellia stopped, her smiling face suddenly turned cold, and she said sternly: "He is the one I like, you have no right to point fingers at him, let alone let him leave."

"I warn you, if anyone dares to pay attention to him, I will peel your skin and drink your blood!"

The fierce words echoed, and for a moment they stunned everyone.

"Camellia is the most beautiful here, why did she like such an ugly freak and protect him, damn it." Looking at the distant Camellia, a short young man cursed.

"How can that ugly freak be worthy of him? Only I can be worthy of Camellia!" A tall and strong young man looked at the figure behind Camellia, not hiding the greed in his eyes. Thinking of the outsider, he clenched his fists, his eyes were full of disgust, and his eyes flickered.

Inside the house.

Langren opened his eyes, and the scene just now fell into his mind through holographic perception.

"Ugly freak..."

Why do you think you are an ugly freak?

In his past life, he had received countless admiration, screams, and love letters. Even after his rebirth, the girls in the village had improper thoughts about him, and the whole yard could not accommodate those who wanted to propose to him.

Now, the clown is actually me?

Langren was silent.

Everything here seems so weird.

Now is his weakest and most dangerous time. He must figure out this weird mirage and the environment here as soon as possible.

While Camellia left, he took a deep breath, lifted the quilt, and sat up on the bed.

Maybe it was because of the loss of blood from the heart, but he felt extremely weak, his body was a little stiff, and it became difficult to control.

Slowly, he got out of bed step by step, began to check around, and came to the place that caught his attention.

The room was not big, and the furnishings were very simple. In addition to some tables, chairs and daily necessities, there were some bottles and jars that seemed to be picked up from the garbage sea. In addition, what attracted Lang Ren was a notebook.

At this time, Lang Ren took out a heavy book with an old cover and curled pages from a cabinet.

Gently flicking the dust on it, he opened the yellowed notebook and read it carefully.

"Blessing... Ceremony... Paradise Island"

"Country... Pure-blooded Humans..."

He quickly flipped through more than a dozen pages and found that most of them were blurred, with only a few individual words obscure, and there were traces of several pages being torn at the back, and the rest of the pages were almost blank.

Closing the book, Lang Ren connected the information he saw and had a general understanding in his mind.

This book was not written by Camellia. The person who wrote this book claimed to be the first generation of "pure-blooded human" of the "Jing" generation. He was an outsider and also a person who was lost in this mirage.

But this loss lasted a lifetime.

According to his records, the mirage was a country in itself. When he entered here, he was the only one who survived among that group of humans, and his body underwent extremely terrible changes.

This fishing village used to have some outsiders appear every once in a while. Some of these outsiders left the fishing village to see the world outside the fishing village, and some gave up on themselves and stayed in the village.

And he was the one who left the fishing village, but in the end he had to come back because of the terrible changes in his body. Only by receiving blessings could this symptom be alleviated.

The story is blurred here, as if it was deliberately blurred.

Only the second half records that there is indeed a country outside the fishing village, and it is extremely powerful, but people outside are always looking for the Paradise Village. The so-called Paradise Village actually refers to this village. Living here is said to be able to get bliss.

"Paradise Village." Langren frowned and thought.

What secrets does this village hide? Doesn't the document say that you can go back at dawn? Why do these mysterious humans who are recorded stay here forever?

Suddenly, he quickly put the notebook back to its original place, and then returned to the bedroom.

After a while, a sound of footsteps sounded. Camellia looked through the window to see that he was still in the bedroom, and then went into the kitchen.

After Camellia left, Langren sat on the bedside, thinking rapidly in his mind.

"This pure-blooded human mentioned blessing many times in the book. Blessing is the key to obtaining bliss, but he regrets accepting the so-called blessing. But if he does not accept the blessing, he will be worse than death. This is very contradictory."

At the end of the book, this human was filled with endless pain in the end, and his tone was like a will, like a confession.

Langren was not interested in the so-called country, and the truth and falsehood of this world had nothing to do with him. As long as he could hold on until dawn, he could leave, and everything here would have nothing to do with him.

Regardless of whether he could really get the so-called bliss here, he just wanted to spend this time in peace. As for whether he could leave here, he would know when the day dawned.

However, he needed to pay more attention to the so-called blessing. As for the mysterious ritual mentioned by the pure-blooded human, he was a little curious.

The sky was getting darker and darker.

"It's time to eat. I've been waiting for a long time. You must be hungry." A joyful call came from outside the bedroom. Camellia wiped her hands with a towel and came in to greet Langren for dinner.

Langren followed her to the dining table in the living room, with surprise in his eyes.