Chapter 117 Salute to the Birth of the King (Part 4)

The scene changed, and the next old man and the next couple appeared again in this room covered with runes. Although the people were different, their conversations were basically the same.

In this way, this rune was passed down from generation to generation.

And the inherited runes are exactly what he is extremely familiar with...

"Wolf Head Talisman." Looking at the figure in the picture, Lang Ren was shocked, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Are these people all his ancestors?

Generation after generation, these people just want to pass on the Wolf Head Talisman, and this rune spans dozens of generations, which is thousands of years!

At this time, Lang Ren's heart had already set off a huge wave.

He did not expect that such a huge secret was hidden in the earth in the past, and the amount of information given was too huge.

These people live underground all year round, isolated from the world, and it seems that they are probably his ancestors, carrying out a sacred inheritance, as if they are waiting for the reincarnation of the gods.

It's crazy that this ritual has continued for thousands of years just because of a dream.

"Who is the god these people are talking about?" Lang Ren frowned slightly. The more he analyzed, the more frightened and confused he became.

The ultimate goal of these people is to wait for the god to complete the reincarnation through the bodies of these lovers. After this process leaves that room, they will not be able to say a word for the rest of their lives, and they can only die in their hearts, fearing that the will of the planet will hear them.

Once that god reincarnates, he will resurrect everyone and give them eternal life.

"Eternal life... is it true or false?" Lang Ren hesitated. He felt that what these people said was very mysterious. It was common sense that people could not be resurrected after death. For that illusory god, he actually believed in such outrageous things as resurrection and eternal life.

He highly suspected that these people were crazy. These people claimed that they had the blood and will of gods flowing in their bodies and that they had dreams from gods. In his mind, this was more like a lie and feudalism, and too superstitious.

"Not necessarily." Langren said to himself, doubting and denying himself.

He thought of the wolf head talisman. If the beliefs those people insisted on were all false, how should this wolf head talisman be explained?

Not to mention that it couldn't be explained in that world, even in this more bizarre world, the wolf head talisman couldn't be explained either.

After thinking about this, he suddenly felt that if there was such a thing as the reincarnation of gods, then the reincarnated god must not be him.

Even if he has the blood of this clan and wears the wolf head talisman, he has nothing to do with the god Baganzi.

Because when he was born, he was very ordinary, just like a normal person. If he was really the reincarnation of a god, why would he be tortured so miserably by camellias?

If he were the reincarnation of a god, he might have resurrected those believers and given them eternal life, and they wouldn't be as miserable as they are now.

It can be said that apart from the wolf head talisman and the body of the Son of God, he is just an ordinary person. Apart from being handsome, he has no merits.

Therefore, he felt that there was another possibility, that is, the long river of time is changeable and terrifying. It is very likely that this clan has long been extinct and disappeared in the long river of history, and the wolf head charm happened to be lost to his clan. , finally passed into his hands, and under the blessing of the Wolf Head Talisman, he completed his rebirth.

The bloodline of this clan in the picture may have been extinguished long ago, so the so-called reincarnation ceremony of gods has naturally come to nothing.

This is very likely.

"Just now, those people said they were afraid of being heard by the will of the planet. What they meant was... could the earth be alive?" Suddenly, a bold idea came to Lang Ren's mind, but then, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes. Deeper.

How could the earth be alive? How is it possible to monitor these people?

Based on those people's evidence alone, he still couldn't believe it.

Because once what they say is true, then his knowledge in the previous life may be overturned.

The more I think about it, the more I fear.

Lang Ren suddenly thought that the dinosaur era ruled the earth for hundreds of millions of years and then became extinct. During that period, no civilization or advanced life appeared. The powerful life forms continued to evolve for hundreds of millions of years, but civilization never evolved.

But why did humans evolve into higher organisms, form civilizations, and dominate the earth in just a few million years?

This statement was not only puzzling to him, but many people in the previous life also had such doubts. There were many opinions, but the most perfect answer could not be given.

Thinking of the moon and Mars he had seen before, Lang Ren felt that he had fallen into a huge whirlpool, as if what he had seen before was just the appearance.

In addition to the will of the planet, he actually had a bigger doubt in his heart.

"Moha Boundless..." Langren murmured these four words. He had noticed before that those people mentioned these four words many times.

Generally speaking, this term is quite mysterious and contains a wide range of meanings. It comes from Sanskrit and has extremely high and powerful meanings that are indescribable and incalculable.

He is more inclined to what the old man said, Maha Wuliang, which is a sacrificial language.

It was precisely because these people kept mentioning this term that he suddenly realized a problem.

That is, his system happens to be called Maha Infinite.

In the past, he had not cared about the name of the system, but at this moment, it seemed that the name was too sensitive.

It vaguely made him feel that something was wrong, but he still couldn't detect what was wrong.

After thinking hard to no avail, Lang Ren had to give up.

Turning his head, he began to look at the remaining mirrors on the second floor.

There is no difference. All these mirrors record the wolf head talisman passed down by people of different generations when they were dying.

Until Langren looked at the last mirror, he was struck by thunder and his whole mind was buzzing.

"Dad, Mom?"

Looking at the kneeling figure in the mirror, he was surprised. He didn't expect to see the figures of his parents in his previous life here.

What does this mean?

This means that this mysterious underground race has not been extinct at all! These people are all his ancestors! And he is the candidate for the reincarnation of this generation of gods!

He couldn't imagine that his family had mysteriously continued underground for thousands of years, which was the time for the rise and fall of several dynasties!

Langren grasped the glass line tightly, his hands almost sank into it, and his eyes stared at the familiar figures. He never thought that his parents were actually involved in it. He didn't expect that there was such a huge and mysterious ancient family behind him.

In the picture, the same words, the same inheritance, and the wolf head talisman fell into the hands of his parents.

"No wonder my parents have kept their distance from me since I was a child and treated me politely."

For a moment, Langren fell into memories, fell silent, and figured out many things.

He still remembered that at that time, unlike other families, he rarely felt affection from his parents, because his parents were too polite, polite to the point of being a little distant, which made him always feel that something was missing.

He felt that what was missing was affection.

Although his parents also took care of him meticulously, provided him with everything that was best, never beat or scolded him, never joked with him, never participated in or blocked his preferences, and always encouraged and supported him. The two words "thank you" were often on their lips. They looked like perfect parents, but he always felt that there was a lack of affection, just like the nanny at home, who was... too polite to him.

Once upon a time, when he saw the families on TV, he couldn't help but feel a little envious, because those parents would show their joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness to their children, and would nag their children, but his parents would never.

Gradually, he got used to it, thinking that he was not grateful for what he had. It was because of this that he became addicted to music and medicine, always polite, a little pure, lonely, and immersed in his own world.

As he grew up, his direct communication with his parents became more and more mechanical.

Until this moment, Langren finally understood why his parents were so perfect and polite.

Perhaps because he was probably the reincarnation of a god, he was more respectful and pious in his heart, and dared not neglect or be presumptuous.

They were loyal believers who could do their best to be respectful in this role, but the only thing they couldn't do well was the role of parents.

Don't blame them.

Langren never blamed them. On the contrary, he was grateful for meeting and caring for his parents.

He looked at the two figures with some complexity.

To be honest, twenty years was too long, so long that he almost blurred the appearance of his parents in his previous life.

So, he took a deep look at this last picture and tried to remember their appearance in his heart.

He couldn't go back. No matter what, the past was like a passing cloud, and it didn't matter anymore. All he could do was to wish them a good life over there, and he himself would live well.

With a slight sigh, Lang Ren stood up and prepared to go to the third floor.

Suddenly, the third mirror changed.

Lang Ren's pupils shrank.

"Confirmed?"

The room was still in the picture, but unlike all the previous pictures, this room was full of old men, with extremely solemn expressions.

And in the center of everyone were Lang Ren's parents.

"Confirmed."

"Our child..."

"It's the reincarnation of that person."

"Just like the first generation of ancestors described in the dream, when the reincarnated body of that person dies, it is the time when the mirage comes. At that time, the soul of that person will carry the runes to escape the seal of this planet, and our mission has been completed."

After the words fell, Lang Ren's parents had a complicated expression, with sadness, solemnity, piety, and excitement.

As they responded, all the old men trembled all over, and tears appeared in their eyes.

"After more than five thousand years, our mission has finally been completed. Now, that person has escaped and been rescued. In the future, we will all gain eternal life."

"Father, Mother Goddess, you will be the glory of our race!"

"God will crown you."

"Maha-mi-ti!"

"Maha-mi-ti!"

The crowd knelt down, raised their hands high, and praised Langren's parents in unison, their eyes full of fanatical excitement, and shouted in unison.

This fanatical look made Langren stunned, especially his parents' answer, which shocked him beyond words.

"?"

Is he really the reincarnation of a god?

Hiss...

"Am I so awesome?"

"I am actually a sealed god?"

Langren was dumbfounded. He thought that his identity as the son of God was already very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be small and small.

It seemed that the past life had become a thing of the past, but unexpectedly, at this moment, my identity in the past life was even more terrifying than this life.