Chapter 115 Salute to the Birth of the King (Part 2) (1/2)
Chapter 115 Salute to the Birth of the King (Part 2)
Looking at the figures in the picture, Lang Ren was shocked.
In the picture, he saw the ground covered with endless corpses, and the sky was full of red light, accompanied by a hundred-meter throat-cutting wind.
He saw himself resolutely holding the sword to kill himself, and in the sadness, Lilith collapsed.
With pupils dilated, Lang Ren stretched out his hand, stared at the picture, grabbed the glass, and stopped the falling trend with force.
It was unbelievable. He thought there was nothing here, but he didn't expect that he could see his past here!
But looking carefully, he found that these glasses were not real glass. They were all made up of transparent lines. If you press hard, they will even sink in. They are exactly the same as the lines that make up the grid above, but the difference is that those lines are gray, while these are transparent.
And those pictures did not appear out of thin air. They were all scenes formed by these transparent lines that kept changing color.
With disbelief, he turned his head to look at another piece of glass on this floor, and then saw another identical self again.
In the picture, he was covered with scars on his back, holding a knife in his hand, and fiercely stabbed into the head of the male giant. The next second, a monstrous throat-cutting wind burst out, knocking him to the ground from a height of 100 meters, and he fainted. Soon, a huge foot fell.
And the source of all the weirdness he experienced at this moment came from the sword that pierced his brain.
The sword was like a key, opening some kind of shackles and bringing him here.
Looking at these scenes, Lang Ren's shock became greater and greater. How could he not recognize these vivid pictures? They were all his past experiences. The pain was vivid and could never be forgotten.
With another leap, he dived down with a vague expectation in his heart.
Judging from the picture just seen, this layer records the memory that happened not long ago.
According to the chronological order, he guessed that if the glass building above recorded all recent events, then the glass building below recorded... more and more distant past scenes?
This fantasy just arose and spread uncontrollably in his mind.
Since this maze recorded all his past, then maybe it recorded all his life!
If it was really recorded here, then this place is simply a huge treasure!
With expectation, Lang Ren adjusted his posture and jumped to the floor below, no longer staying to watch recent memories.
Sure enough, as he continued to descend, the pictures recorded on the glass surface seemed to be reversed and kept moving.
Finally, his body stopped on one of the floors, grasping the transparent lines and moving closer.
In the glass in front of him, a picture of long-lost memories appeared.
It was a small wooden house wrapped in a red circle, with a lot of flowers and plants growing around it.
A miniature version of Lang Ren appeared in the picture. He was very short and looked very cute, but he was curled up in the wooden house at this time, and his expression was very painful.
"Be good, it won't hurt in a while." A female figure appeared in the picture. She was wearing thick gloves and holding a porcelain bowl in her hand. There was still a little black medicine left in it, and her face was full of smiles.
Langren looked at this scene quietly. The memories in front of him were too old, but he would never forget those years.
Because his childhood was not smooth sailing.
He clearly remembered that almost every month, the man and woman would send someone to take him over, draw his blood, and give him these medicines to drink, saying that it was to strengthen his physique, but in fact, after drinking it, he would be worse than death, vomiting blood and getting sick.
When he was a child, this man and woman often tormented him and often called him over. The two claimed to be his parents, saying that they had an infectious disease and were inconvenient to see people and raise him. They would give the foster mother a salary every month to raise him, so on the surface, this man and woman were his parents, but not many people knew about this.
Until he grew up, the man and woman saw that he had not awakened yet, and seemed to have lost patience. They stopped calling him over, playing the family card with him, and stopped providing the monthly salary for his foster mother.
For Langren, this was the best. He was too lazy to see these two hypocritical guys pretending. Anyway, he knew very well that this man and woman were just keeping him in captivity and wanted to kill him after he awakened.
While they were afraid of him, they cared for him and tortured him in the name of "parents".
It was also because he was often fed those black potions when he was a child that he was more determined to learn medical skills and poisons in this world.
In his heart, these two people were not worthy of being called his parents. He would rather call them a man and a woman to avoid tainting the word "parents".
He believed that the parents of his body, the Son of God, must not be these two beasts.
"Even if I didn't merge the Awakening of Deep Sea Terror, they would have exploded sooner or later, at least not letting me live comfortably. After all, being trapped there for decades, maybe one day they would go crazy." Lang Ren looked at the woman in the picture, revealing a cold and murderous look.
Although the man and woman rarely bothered him after he grew up, they might start to harm him one day if they were locked up for too long. He always understood this truth. With this idea, he has been living in anxiety for the past 20 years, full of a sense of crisis, and very worried about the arrival of this day.
Before awakening, although he had instincts to protect his body, it did not mean that the man and woman would not torture his family, and they might even imprison him or even starve him to death.
Fortunately, these things did not happen, and he successfully escaped. Everything proved that he made the right choice at the beginning.
The shadow of these two people has shrouded him for twenty years. If he does not get rid of these two people, he will probably always have a shadow in his heart.
So, they must die!
As for who his real parents are...
Lang Ren looked at the bottom of the building, with a hint of expectation, hesitation, and relief in his eyes.
What exactly is the reason that made his biological parents abandon him when he was still a baby?
This question that has puzzled him for twenty years may soon have an answer.
This magical place may be able to reveal everything that happened in the past.
This time, he will no longer stop, his goal is the bottom!
He wants to go to the source of everything, understand his life experience, understand everything about himself, and lift this layer of fog.
In an instant, Lang Ren suddenly understood.
It turned out that this mysterious power had a reason to bring him here. It was not to temper his will, but to let him figure out the memory behind the fog.
That power might be the wolf head talisman, or the little shadow, or some other reason that led him here. No matter what, it was no longer important.
"Shua!"
Lang Ren leaned forward with his toes, his white hair fluttering slightly. He did not look at the pictures on the floors, but decided to start from the bottom step by step.
Soon, after falling dozens of floors, he finally came to the bottom of this endless building.
The area here is about ten meters long and wide, in the size of a grid. Although it is the bottom floor, it should be only a small part of this magnificent building. I believe there are many such areas in this building, and the ground where Lang Ren's feet are standing is not the actual ground, but the glass lines without pictures.
His feet fell on the ground and sank slightly, as if everything here was made up of these magical lines, and some glimmers of light emerged from the ground that had sunk in, as if there was a lot of space under the gaps in the lines.
Lang Ren didn't pay attention to these. His eyes were fixed on the glass screen here, and his attention was completely attracted by the past in front of him.
In the picture, a bloody and broken prismatic mirror quickly passed through the stars in the universe and kept flying.
"No, this is not my memory. The first memory I had when I opened my eyes was the scene of a man and a woman pinching my neck." Lang Ren frowned as he looked at the picture.
I'm afraid that this mysterious space that can play pictures is not as simple as he thought. These mirrors not only save all his memories, but may also involve things that do not belong to his memory level.
His intuition told him that the broken bloody mirror might be related to him.
"Could this mirror be my prism eye?" A light flashed in Lang Ren's eyes, and an idea arose in his heart. With his wisdom, he immediately thought of the prism.
The system said that the Prism Eye was his eye, the origin of his physical palace, his instinct, and the biggest secret and trump card of his body. The mysterious space related to his memory just happened to have this prismatic mirror, which made it easy for him to think of this aspect.
It can be said that all the secrets of his body are related to the Prism Eye. It is his instinct that has been protecting him, otherwise he would have been eaten by others.
Although he has never understood what the Prism Eye is and how to activate it, the importance of the Prism Eye to him is self-evident.
Of course, this is just his guess. The mirror floating in the universe may not be related to his Prism Eye. After all, the mirror looks very big. If it becomes his eye, it is completely inexplicable.
"Is it the origin of everything?" Looking at the mirror, Lang Ren was puzzled and thought, a little dazed.
Since it is the first picture, it means that it may also be the origin of everything, but the information given in this picture is too little, and it remains to be considered.
Lang Ren moved his eyes away and began to walk to the side by grasping the glass line and looking at the other mirror.
Gravity is everywhere here. If he doesn't grab the leverage, his body will be out of control. Just like that, he came to the next place with an expectant look.
The second mirror that came into view looked chaotic, with a vague outline of a baby, motionless, with his hands around his knees, curled up, as if gestating in amniotic fluid.
"Is this me?" Lang Ren looked at it with some doubt.
For a moment, he was somewhat certain that this mysterious space could not only replay his memories, but it was likely to record pictures that did not exist in his memories but were related to him.
Moving his eyes away again, Lang Ren looked at the third mirror.
And when he saw the content in the picture, he was stunned.
The amount of information in this picture was amazing, involving his life experience, and there was a shocking secret.
In front of him, a beautiful woman wearing a bamboo hat appeared. Her appearance was covered by the purple veil of the bamboo hat, but for some reason, she could not be seen, but her perfect figure gave people a feeling that she must be beautiful.
A beautiful woman was holding a baby in her arms, sitting on a palace throne covered by thick curtains, with her shoulders pulled down, feeding the baby.
And outside the curtain in the distance, a girl was kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise her head. She was a little trembling and looked very frightened, as if she was under great pressure to be with this beautiful woman.
"Do you know why I asked you to come?" The beautiful woman's pale jade hands gently patted the infant in the swaddling clothes. She said without raising her head. Her voice was gentle and cold, so beautiful that the listener could not bear to listen. Can't help but tremble.
"Junior knows, ancestor, do you really want to do this?" Hearing this, the girl was shocked and spoke with a trembling voice.
"It took me too long to give birth to him, and it took me so long that it was like a stone. Now, I wake up from my deep sleep. Time is running out. You are the best descendant of this clan. You must fulfill my instructions. Do you understand? ”
"My ancestors are on top, I will obey my fate to the death." After hearing this, the girl's voice was a little sad, and for a moment, she actually shed tears, wetting the ground drop by drop.
Vaguely, the face of the beautiful woman under the gauze scarf seemed to be smiling. She patted the baby's back gently with her palms and said softly to herself: "Be good, big spot, be good, grow up well, be good." Eat, then marry, have children, and live in peace and joy.”
"Mom, you will be very happy over there."
Listening to this voice, Lang Ren froze in place, staring blankly at the figure.
For some reason, a sadness welled up in his heart.
A cold feeling suddenly appeared on his cheeks.
He raised his hand and subconsciously touched his face, making an unexpected discovery.
He actually cried.
Did you actually cry?
He looked at the teardrop between his fingers in surprise, and then looked up at the beautiful woman, showing confusion.