Weird Resurrection: I Ate a God

"I have been protecting you since the day you were born, so I am very curious, why did you prefer to face the dangers of the no-man's land and escape from here?" In the silence, the bronze priest's vicissitudes of questioning suddenly came from behind.

Hearing this, Lang Ren stopped, slowly raised his head, and looked at the deep darkness outside the light curtain.

Guard?

After imprisoning himself for so many years, it is worthy of the word "guard"? Does it really think that he is a fool who knows nothing?

He couldn't help but look at this hypocritical priest and felt very ironic.

"What do you think?" Turning around, Lang Ren smiled.

His words startled the bronze priest, and for a moment he couldn't see through his thoughts.

"I remember that when I left the town, a mysterious man injured me and almost took my life. Do you know who he is?" At this moment, Lang Ren's smile deepened, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"I don't know, maybe some ignorant tribe leader in the town has attacked you. I will go down and investigate." His expression froze slightly, and the bronze priest shook his head, then showed a concerned look.

"No need." Lang Ren put away his smile and said lightly.

Bowing and folding his hands, the bronze priest said nothing more, and after taking a few steps back, his whole tall body disappeared out of thin air.

For a moment, the sky darkened instantly, and the huge light curtain disappeared, but Lang Ren's body emitted light, activating the holy light field in the strange night.

Looking at the location where the bronze priest disappeared, Lang Ren narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

The final destination is ahead, and the bronze priest sent it here, so naturally he would not worry about him running away.

He knew that although this guy disappeared, he must still be around, and through the geocentric technique, he could not sense the location of the priest, as if he had evaporated from the world, which made him alert.

Now, the appearance of this priest has become an unstable factor, and we need to be more careful.

As for the mysterious man who attacked him, after the priest admitted that he was a servant, he was 90% sure that the murderer was the priest.

This account... Since he is back this time, he will settle it properly.

Taking a deep breath, Lang Ren no longer paid attention to the priest. Now he has a bigger enemy to face and solve.

Turning around, he suddenly smelled a familiar flower fragrance in front of him.

Following the flower fragrance, he approached slowly, and soon, as he approached, a wooden house surrounded by flowers appeared.

The destination has arrived.

Stopping and looking at the wooden house, Lang Ren couldn't help but recall the scene of a man and a woman pinching his neck since he was born, and recalled the experiences and grievances over the years.

Now, this day has finally arrived.

It's time to make a break.

Looking away from the wooden house, Lang Ren's eyes condensed and saw a woman in purple standing in the flowers, watering with her head down. In the dark night, this behavior looked a little weird.

The purple-clothed woman was tall and had a gentle and fair face, but her phoenix eyes destroyed this gentleness and beauty, and added a fierce aura.

Standing in the half-human-high flowers, the purple-clothed woman slowly raised her head and happened to see Lang Ren in the light. She smiled, as if she was not surprised by his appearance, but seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"My good child, you are finally back."

"Come here."

She waved her hand with a warm smile.

With a calm face, Lang Ren came to the wooden house. He looked around and found that most of the flowers around him had been withered, and only a few survived. He speculated that this should be caused by the roar of the Asura in Hell.

"You have suffered a lot outside. You said that you, it is so dangerous outside, why are you running around, and you know to come back to see your mother. Do you know how worried your mother is?" The purple-clothed woman looked at Lang Ren carefully, with reproach in her eyes.

"It's been many years since we last met. I didn't expect that you've grown so tall and become more handsome in the blink of an eye. Let's go. Why are you still standing there? Come in and sit down and see your father." She looked Langren up and down for a moment, praised him, and then stepped forward to open the door of the wooden house.

Langren nodded without refusing, and followed her into the wooden house.

For him when he was a child, this wooden house has always been a psychological shadow for him, because it was here that he would be brought here regularly for some cruel torture every once in a while.

Now, when he entered again, his heart was surprisingly quiet, no longer as nervous as before, on the contrary, he felt more excited.

Inside the house.

Half-burned candles were burning in every corner. The living room of the wooden house in front of him didn't look big, and the furnishings in the house were simple, and it looked very simple.

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose was sitting quietly on a recliner in the living room, his eyes closed. He didn't even look at Lang Ren's arrival, and seemed to be asleep.

"The flowers sent today are very beautiful." Inside the house, the purple-dressed woman took the flower pot from Lang Ren's arms with a smile. She was very satisfied with his filial piety.

"Son is back, don't sleep." The next second, she looked at the middle-aged man on the recliner and said unhappily.

"You still know how to roll back." After the words fell, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were very indifferent, and his tone was full of displeasure.

Lang Ren looked at him, staring at the man without saying a word, and for a moment, the air became a little solidified.

"Your father has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. You must be hungry, come here. Mother just made some delicious food." As if she felt that the atmosphere was becoming a little tense, the purple-clothed woman broke the current atmosphere and walked to the kitchen with a smile. She lifted the lid of the iron pot and took out a dish of dishes and placed them on the dining table.

The aroma of the dishes filled her nose, and she greeted her kindly: "Come and eat."

Looking at the food, Lang Ren had no appetite, but he still sat directly next to the purple-clothed woman and behaved very cooperatively.

"Tell me, have you awakened?" On the recliner, the hook-nosed man stood up and followed him to the dining table. Looking at Lang Ren sitting opposite, he asked directly.

"Yes." Lang Ren picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of green vegetable and put it in his mouth, responding lightly.

"Very good." The hook-nosed man finally showed a smile on his cold cheek.

The purple-clothed woman sitting next to Lang Ren also smiled slightly, showing satisfaction.

"Tell me why you ran away in the first place." The hook-nosed man crossed his arms, frowned, and his eyes were full of interrogation.

Hearing this, Lang Ren did not answer immediately, but picked up the teapot on the dining table and poured a cup of steaming red tea for the two people and himself in turn.

"Because you often drew blood from me, including torturing me." He drank the black tea slowly, then put down the teacup, looked up at the hook-nosed man, and said with complicated eyes.

His brows slowly relaxed, and the hook-nosed man looked at Lang Ren's eyes with a hint of complexity and caution, and his expression eased.

So it was because of hatred?

It's no wonder, after all, such a young child, lacking love since childhood, and a childhood full of torture, it's no wonder he wants to run away.

The hook-nosed man thought so, and although he had some doubts about Lang Ren's frankness and explanation, he did not choose to continue questioning.

"Very good, then... follow the old rules, drinking it will be good for you."

Suddenly, he nodded to the purple-clothed woman, and the other party also understood his intention, brought out a bowl of black potion from the kitchen, placed it in front of Lang Ren, and gestured for him to take it.

The potion was pungent, and the dark color made people feel nauseous. Unlike traditional Chinese medicine, this one was more like a brew made from some animal viscera and dead things, which made people nauseous.

"You have been giving me this since I was a child, and now you call me here. Am I just a tool in your eyes?" Looking at the bowl of medicine, Lang Ren said with a self-deprecating tone.

He knew very well that this bowl of medicine was not as strong as they said, but a poison, a poison that could disintegrate his life reaction and make him vomit blood and get sick.

In the past, he had instinct to protect his body, and at most he would be in pain after drinking it. Now that he has lost the protection of instinct, the other party still wants him to drink this thing, which shows that he has no good intentions.

From the moment he entered the room, he had been cooperating with the two men, and did not tear his face at the first time, but if the other party insisted on making him drink this thing, he did not mind showing his hand.

Although he was almost immortal now, the strength and origin of these two people were unfathomable. Now that the other party knew that he had awakened, there was no worry. The toxicity of this potion might be more violent than before.

"This medicine can make you break through. I told you to drink it, so drink it. What nonsense! Are you going to rebel after your wings are hardened!"

With a bang, the hook-nosed man shouted angrily and slammed the table heavily, shaking the tea and dishes, and splashing the juice.

His fists clenched violently, Lang Ren's pupils shrank, and a trace of murderous intent flashed across his eyes.