Luo Jian was actually very nervous. He tried very hard to put himself in the role of a 'ghost', trying to understand that person's mood and thoughts, but he really couldn't understand the character of the wolf boy in the story from a simple story.
So Luo Jian had no choice but to ask straightforwardly.
But to be honest, seeing an old man staring at him in a daze, Luo Jian's mood is really a bit complicated. From what the old man said just now, he has already fully understood and can understand the old man's hatred. Maybe he not only If he hated his own nation, he probably hated himself too, or he would not have buried himself in this huge tomb, with a huge tree as a companion, I don't know if it was for redemption or redemption.
Luo Jian suddenly thought, if he didn't take the place of the 'ghost', where is the real 'ghost'
Where will he go? He is still lying in a thick and silent coffin, no matter it is a thousand years or ten thousand years, even if the world is destroyed, he will never wake up again. Leave the lonely god, still waiting day after day, year after year, under this same lonely tree
Or, he has already been reincarnated, went to another world in another time and space, and started a new life, completely forgetting about this person he once hated...or loved.
Or, all of this is just a story that came out of the secret room out of thin air. It is a story that seems sad but is actually ridiculous. The people in the story are just illusions. No matter how real they are, they are just like the characters on the drawing paper , After seeing it, I laughed it off.
And what kind of identity do I use to stand here? When Luo Jian asked himself this way, he began to feel sad, and some inexplicable changes occurred in his state of mind, which made him feel a little painful, and he even felt a strange anger and hatred spreading deep in his heart. Emotions that came from nowhere spread out and flooded into Luo Jian's heart.
What Luo Jian didn't know was that by replacing the identity of a plot character, not only could he obtain the exclusive authority of the plot character, but sometimes, he could even obtain part of the exclusive memory of the plot character, or a relationship. Although I don't know whether these memories are true or not, they do exist. For Luo Jian at this moment, they really left traces in his heart.
That's why Luo Jian felt the pain. When he faced the old man in front of him, he suddenly felt suffocated and out of breath. He tried to calm himself down and calm down, but it was useless. Luo Jian had to take a deep breath and raise his head Staring at the old man in front of him with sharp eyes, he said in a deep and hoarse tone: "I have been sleeping for nearly a thousand years."
Everyone around was looking at Luo Jian, and they were astonished to find that Luo Jian's expression and actions at the moment were not like the person they thought they knew, as if suddenly possessed by someone, and suddenly changed from 'Luo Jian' Jane' turned into another person they were not familiar with, and this person glared at the 'god' in front of him majestically, and said in a nasty tone: "My anger has never stopped, since I died on you Start at the moment in your hand!"
The old man on the tree trunk trembled, and murmured: "I know... I know... you are finally here."
You finally came.
The old man didn't know if he was alive or not. He only knew that he had stayed in this dark tomb for a long, long time. Since he became conscious, he could only curl up on the tree trunk day after day, feeling his emotions. Or the memory has been far away from him, and the monstrous anger at the beginning has faded and disappeared.
But obviously they have all been abandoned, but when he saw the person in front of him, he immediately recalled all the lost things in an instant, and the lost memories returned to his body and his soul, making him He was so excited for a moment that he seemed to be free from all shackles. He couldn't help but began to struggle, struggling to climb out of the tree trunk. He had to smash everything that imprisoned him and destroyed him.
Yes, no one can stop him anymore, not even God.
So at this moment, a surprising thing happened. Everyone in the tomb of the gods looked at the old man and the god on the tree trunk in amazement! At this moment, the old man's body undergoes an almost terrifying change. His astonishingly white head begins to fly around, and he also begins to slowly separate from the tree trunk, as if crawling out of his own body from a certain swamp or mud In the same way, the old man climbed down from the tree trunk in the same way, very embarrassed and naked.
However, when the old man was completely separated from the tree trunk, as if some kind of power had returned to him, his dry skin began to become radiant, and his wrinkled old face also regained the exquisiteness and fullness of a young man at that moment. His white head was completely dyed black in an instant - although his head still maintained an inhuman length.
Yes, it took only a few seconds for the god to transform from a pale old man into a handsome young man.
"This kind of power..." Duan Li put on the mask of an evil spirit, and murmured in a muffled voice, "Is it the arrangement of the secret room or did he already have this ability?"
The young god seemed to have heard Duan Li's whispered words, and turned his head to look at him. Everyone noticed that this young god had a pair of dark green eyes. This color is not obvious, but enough Make a great impression.
"This tree is the core of the tomb." The god said: "Its roots continue to every corner of this tomb. All the funerary objects here are nourishing for it, and this tree can keep me alive and keep me alive." Young, unchanged for a thousand years, immortal... At the same time, let my him-"
When the god said this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Luo Jian, with a hint of excitement in his eyes: "Yes, I have been waiting for a thousand years, just for this moment, for You are resurrected, in order for you to come back to me, all my efforts, all my painstaking efforts... "
Luo Jian stood expressionlessly on the same ground, just staring at him dully.
The gods didn't mind his silence at all, and he approached Luo Jian. He was naked, but those long hairs that were as smooth as waterfalls were scattered on his body just right, covering the hidden parts, but revealing a perfect figure. Adds an amazing touch of glamour to this man.
The god seemed a little crazy, he was a head taller than Luo Jian, he reached out and grabbed Luo Jian's hand, and put it in his palm, he looked at Luo Jian very gently, as if treating a priceless treasure, he whispered Said: "Look, I made it! Nothing can stop us now, we can always be together... my favorite... Lo—"
But the god didn't finish his words. Luo Jian got close to the young god at some point, and thrust a short knife into the other's chest viciously. Immediately, the gorgeous blood gushed out, dyeing the god's chest red, and also dyed the god's chest. Red Luo Jian's blade.
The god had to cough twice, and blood gushed out of his mouth. He was sluggish for a long time, as if he just realized what happened, and looked at Luo Jian in amazement, as if he couldn't understand: "Why...? You Still... hate me...?"
Luo Jian... Maybe he can no longer be called by this name at this moment, at least at this moment he has become a completely different person, an avenger named 'ghost', his black eyes glow with fierceness , there is no expression on his face, no anger or sneer, just like a machine without emotion.
"I said... my anger can't stop." The ghost spoke in Luo Jian's voice, but the tone was not what Luo Jian could say. The tone contained extremely deep hatred, like an ocean of calm and comfort, forever It means the eve of the storm.
At this moment, Luo Jian, transformed into a 'ghost', could no longer restrain his anger and hatred. He tightly grasped the blade in his hand, and fiercely stabbed the poor god's chest even more viciously. , if you can't take revenge, then destroy everything!
"But I... I don't understand... it's all over, isn't it?" The young god didn't understand, he vomited blood, but hugged Luo Jian and refused to let go. Everything is over, isn't it? Whether it was his race or his own nation, everything was destroyed. He didn't believe that this person didn't have any affection for him at the beginning. He knew that they were in love.
"We can be together forever..." The obsession is so deep that it is impossible to extricate yourself. The poor god hugged Luo Jian tightly, and his tone was full of prayers: "So... let's be together! Please, we are here Let's go together!"
Luo Jian, who had turned into a ghost, did not answer. He silently withdrew his knife, and then quickly backhanded, stabbing the opponent's chest again.
The young god grunted in pain, unable to utter a word.
The ghost didn't see the pain of the other party in the eyes at all, but said silently: "I am not the person you loved at the beginning."
"The one you loved is dead."
"Thousands of years ago, it was already dead."
"I'm just the deepest obsession left by that person before his soul flew away, surrounding this land, waiting, waiting for the coming of the day of destruction, waiting for the beginning of all destruction."
The ghost withdrew the blade, took a step back, and let the poor god kneel on the ground in despair. Poor god, he covered his chest and looked at Luo Jian obsessively: "I don't understand! Aren't you here? ? Why do you say you are dead?"
Luo Jian smiled this time. He spread his hands and let his precious weapon fall to the ground. His hands were covered with blood, and his smile was extremely ferocious: "Stupid guy, you can see who I am!"
Identity replacement can confuse for a while, but it can’t change some essential things. Luo Jian is always Luo Jian. Although he is controlled by some emotions and feelings that don’t belong to him at this moment, he is still Luo Jian. This is an unquestionable fact .
So Luo Jian squatted down, squatting in front of the god kneeling on the ground, and looked at him closely: "Look at my face, is it the person you are familiar with? My voice, my body shape, my hands..."
Luo Jian raised her hands, blood-stained hands, and showed them in front of the other party: "There are no fangs or sharp claws, this body is an ordinary human being, who grew up normally in human society, this body does not belong to me , because I’m just a ray of soul that is about to dissipate! I can’t get anything! And you haven’t saved me at all!”
"No!" God yelled in horror: "I have been waiting for a thousand years, this is impossible, he said, this tree can save your life!"
"Hehe..." Luo Jian smiled: "You made a deal with the real devil? Do you think the other party can keep its promise? You sold yourself, and you also gave me up. Stupid human being, you have nothing at the beginning... Already!"
People around listened to the conversation between the gods and ghosts. The ghosts and others were peeping at each other. They could barely guess what they were talking about, but it was meaningless. Their most important purpose at the moment , learned the location of the exit from the mouth of the gods, but unfortunately, none of them knew whether to intervene in the dialogue between these two people that spanned thousands of years.
No one can intervene? Because at this moment, the young god had lowered his head, bit his lower lip, and burst into tears silently.
In the empty tomb of the gods, there has been only one lonely tree for a thousand years...
and a lonely man.