Weird Resurrection: I Ate a God

The system's prompt sound echoed, and Langren's eyes burst into dense bloodshot. He felt that his mind exploded and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

The next second, the memory stopped abruptly, and a series of voices began to ring in his ears.

"Mom, am I going to die?"

"I don't want to go on the operating table again, please, mom, I'm so scared."

"Mom promises you, mom promises you, good child, don't cry, my poor daughter, it's mom who is sorry for you."

"Really, then can you promise me a wish?"

"Yes, as long as mom can do it, any wish is fine"

"I want to be with Langren forever, forever and ever, so that Huaer won't be lonely."

"Together forever...?"

"Yes, forever."

With a plop, Langren knelt on his knees, crossed his hands to cover his shoulders, and his head hit the beach heavily, leaving a small sand pit.

A shrill roar sounded.

The chaotic and crazy images in his mind were like countless blades cutting his nerves, countless worm phantoms crawled past his eyes, and the once forgotten painful images surged.

The fear of claustrophobia, the groan of despair, the days of imprisonment that seemed like eternity, with the most primitive pain, instantly poured into the depths of his bones, and then...

Covered.

Overlapped.

Trembling.

Collapsed.

Buzz--------

Lang Ren's eyes went dark.

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Pain, so painful.

Like countless needles.

Swelling, so swollen.

His soul was filled up again.

"You're awake."

A voice full of surprise sounded from his ears, and a gentle face came into view. Lang Ren opened his eyes, his eyes were numb and lightless.

This is...

Have I been brought back... again?

"You've been in a coma for half a month. Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Camellia's face was full of concern.

Half a month has passed...

Is it so long that I've been in a coma.

Has she been taking care of me all this time?

Lang Ren suddenly noticed that his clothes had been changed, like modern people's clothes, very new.

"It seems that you are fine. You have a good rest. I will go out to get something and cook for you. Don't move. I will feed you later." Camellia said softly, her tone was cautious, as if she was afraid of making him unhappy.

Langren did not respond, but stared at the roof blankly, his eyes empty, like a puppet.

After Camellia left, he suddenly turned his head little by little, looking at the direction where she left, and a trace of disgust flashed in his empty eyes.

I don't know why, after accepting those memories, he instinctively developed an indescribable resistance and disgust towards Camellia.

As for why he had such emotions, he couldn't say it.

And he always felt it was weird that the other party took care of him so meticulously.

There is no free lunch in the world.

If he kept his original appearance, it would be reasonable for people to love him and then propose to him crazily, but now he might look like a wolf-headed monster, which is extremely scary, but the other party showed love, which is unreasonable.

At this moment, he already understood that the so-called wolf-headed monster was actually a part of his soul memory, and also a part that he had forgotten and wanted to find, and always felt missing, which was equivalent to his second personality.

But he didn't know why his memory and soul were materialized, appeared here, turned into a wolf-headed monster, and underwent such a strange change.

He didn't expect that the memory of his previous life, which he had forgotten, would have such a great and important impact on this life.

"Wolf-headed monster, wolf-headed talisman..."

His mind was piercing, and only a few words were simply connected together.

He had just woken up, and there were a lot of memories in his mind that had not been digested. He felt extremely painful when he thought about it.

"I vaguely remember what the system said..." Lang Ren was at a loss and felt empty. Now his condition was too bad and he needed to recover before he could digest it.

He closed his eyes and time flowed slowly.

Gradually, he felt better. As he recalled, the system's prompt sound appeared again.

[Prompt: The fusion of the lost second soul was successful, and the soul power was improved. ]

[Wolf Head Talisman: Unspeakable things, it has merged with your split second soul. ]

[Hint: The second soul is the part that was lost and split when you were reborn. It is your obsession, the psychological shadow of your fear, and the memory root of your mental breakdown. ]

[It was abandoned by you in the mirage. It has been looking for you instinctively. Under the protection of the wolf head talisman, the mirage cannot erase it. It dies again and again, eats again and again, and evolves itself again and again. ]

[If you merge it, you may go crazy again and become a tyrannical machine. Similarly, if you can digest it and accept it, your soul will be complete, become an immortal soul, and control the wolf head talisman. ]

Opening his eyes, Lang Ren frowned slightly.

Has the soul power increased...

But why is it said that this part of the lost and split soul is the memory root of his mental breakdown?

Could it be that after being buried in the coffin, he went crazy? Mentally collapsed?

Lang Ren felt that this was very likely. After all, in such a closed and dark environment, with a corpse lying next to him... He was stuck to such a horrible thing, watching himself suffocate to death, and couldn't even die completely. He watched himself rot, with worms everywhere... It was chilling to think about it.

Who wouldn't go crazy if they were in his place?

"Wolf Head Talisman..." Lang Ren fell into memories.

In his memory, this wolf head talisman seemed to have been passed down from his ancestors. In his generation, he had been wearing it close to his body, but it had no effect until the moment he died... The wolf head talisman merged with all his blood, flesh, and soul.

"Then, at that moment, the mirage came. I fell into the mirage and was reborn in the world of strange night. No wonder the system said that my rebirth in the strange night was related to the mirage." As the memories were connected together, Langren figured out a lot and suddenly realized.

I didn't expect that the wolf head talisman was related to the mirage and had such a great effect. Even after so long, even the mirage could not erase the soul fused with the wolf head talisman.

So much so that his second soul was affected and turned into a wolf-headed monster.

"It has been repeating and evolving for so many years. As long as I completely accept it, I can obtain the immortal soul and the wolf head talisman that belongs to me, but the price is that I may go crazy."

Although the wolf head talisman and soul have entered the body, Langren doesn't know exactly how to accept it.

He only felt that his head was very painful and swollen. He couldn't feel happy at all about the fusion of immortal souls and possession of the wolf head talisman.

"I was put in a coffin and buried with me before I died."

He could clearly feel that there were still many key parts of his memory that he had not remembered.

He didn't worry about those memories before his rebirth, but he didn't expect that these memories were so important and would directly affect him after his rebirth.

However, why he suddenly reborn in the town after falling into a mirage before his rebirth? He must have lost something crucial during this period.

For example, the voice of the flower in the memory...what does the ugly woman who buried him look like? It seems that in his memory, he is very familiar with her, and he hates the woman who killed him extremely.

"Hua'er..." Langren murmured softly.

Can't remember, can't remember at all.

There was a dull pain in his mind, and he felt that he needed a lot of time to digest it. Maybe one day in the future, he would understand all the causes and consequences.

Oh my god, how long will it take for the sun to rise?

Lang Ren closed his eyes and looked at the aurora reflected in the sky, and his heart calmed down.

The night in this world is full of tranquility and tranquility. Although it is depressing, there is no boundless darkness, only the beautiful aurora.

Suddenly, he saw a limping figure in his field of vision.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

"Camellia, are Camellia here?" A sweet call came from outside the door, it was a beautiful woman.

Seeing no response from the room, the beautiful woman pushed the door straight in and came to the bedroom. She saw Lang Ren who had gotten up and sat beside the bed at some point.

"Hey, you finally woke up. You've been in a coma for almost half a month. You were in a coma the last time we came here. Where's Camellia?" The beautiful woman looked at him and blinked her big eyes.

Langren looked at her and said coldly: "Let's go."

"Oh, speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen Camellia take in outsiders." The beautiful woman seemed to be somewhat interested in him.

"I originally wanted to ask her to have dinner with me. I made a lot of delicious food. Let's go. Let's go there first. I'll call her later. There is an outsider in the village. I haven't treated you to a proper meal yet." The woman limped to the bed and sat on the edge.

As he spoke, he revealed a long, fair and plump leg, but the thigh was red, swollen and stained with blood.

She looked at the blood stains on her legs and said to herself: "I accidentally fell down when I came out. Oops, my pants are torn. Can you help me get a piece of cloth to wipe the blood here?"

Lang Ren didn't speak, and stood up with some difficulty, looked around, found a piece of fabric from the cabinet, and threw it into her arms.

The beautiful woman's face froze, but she quickly returned to normal, quickly wiped the blood, and then said: "Go to my house for dinner. I will call her over later. It's difficult for me to walk like this. You should have recovered, can you help me?" Shall I go back?"

Unexpectedly, Langren nodded and did not refuse.

"Thank you, kind-hearted outsider." The beautiful girl smiled slightly, put her arms around Lang Ren's neck, wanted to lean into his arms, and stood up with the help of her strength.

Lang Ren took her arms away from her neck, then slowly got up and got out of bed, looking a little weak.

But he was weak. After half a month of coma, he was able to get out of bed and walk around.

Lang Ren silently stretched out a hand, grabbing the beautiful girl's delicate arm, as if... escorting a prisoner, pushing her forward, keeping a very far distance from her.

"...Can you be gentle, I'm a girl." The beautiful girl said angrily.

Langren didn't respond to her. Under her guidance, he walked out of the house and walked farther and farther along the path in the dark and quiet night.

All the surrounding wooden houses had their lights turned off, and it was pitch black.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Along the way, a limping beautiful woman broke the somewhat depressing atmosphere and exhaled softly.

"Are you lonely?"

"Did you come to the village alone?"

Questions rang out on the dim path, and Lang Ren was as silent as a piece of wood.