In the end, I couldn't hold on, I sat down with my ass down, and the violent heartbeat made me feel as if the blood vessels in my temples on both sides were about to burst, what is this? Has the Prophet finally confessed that I am truly the one who exists in this world?

In the midst of the incomparably chaotic brain, I suddenly became inexplicably happy, almost dancing, I saved zài, I can't escape the calculations of the ancient prophets like others, King Luo Dian is tantamount to suing me, I am a normal person like the big heads......

But wait...... Why did King Luo Dian ask someone to paint my appearance into a mural and leave it in his tomb? Does that make sense? According to the order of the mural narrative, if this is considered as a comic strip, the picture in the previous frame is the King of Luo Dian who turns his back and sits in the coffin, and the next frame will not be an irrelevant outsider, but the King of Luo Dian with a straight face...... Could it be that the truth of the matter is that I and King Luo Dian look exactly the same?

I was covered in blood and filled my brain, and then it exploded as if something had detonated it, and for a moment I couldn't help but hold my head tightly with both hands, and my ten fingers were digging my nails deep into the flesh because of the force, but the pain couldn't stop the chaotic state of thinking for a moment, I ...... It's the king of Luodian, I am the resurrected king of Luodian? But this ...... How can it be?!

I perverted and questioned myself, but I would not get any answers, and this unbearable madness lasted for a long time, until I found myself curled up in a corner of the tomb at some point, physically and mentally exhausted. Panting like a cow, he still felt that his chest was suffocated, and in an instant, everything he saw with his eyes had an evil crimson color, as if it had been coated with a layer of blood, and the murderous prayer for resurrection of the Tower of Ten Thousand Corpses was really successful? Am I the king of Luodian who has piled up countless lives to give birth to his soul in modern times?

I slammed my head back, the back of my head slammed against the wall, and I exchanged a sharp pain for a dizzy lucidity, although I am not a person who believes in natural science to the point of obsessing with Cheng dù, but the minimum literacy is still there, I accurately tell myself that reality is not a supernatural novel, and soul reincarnation is absolutely impossible, but what is the problem?

In a blink of an effort, I thought of another bamboo tube that the patriarch of Kronzhai gave me, and his original words were, "This may make you understand more", which was very vague, but I was indeed completely confused now. I still made it clear that I had not broken my oath a few days ago by opening the bamboo tube, and then let my trembling hand come down as steadily as possible, and slowly stretched it into my arms.

Holding the bamboo tube tightly in my hand, I suddenly did not dare to open it, and I was afraid that what was contained here would confirm this worst conjecture...... I'm not me, I'm the king of Luodian, and I've been living for others for half my life. Everyone in the world is noble or humble, but they are all living for themselves without exception, they live actively and truly, if my true face is really the king of Luodian, then the least reason that gives me the confidence to survive will collapse like a soap bubble in an instant, what should I do?

The bamboo tube was pinched by me and covered with cold sweat, I looked up helplessly, the light fluttered and flickered to the entrance of the tomb, but I clearly saw a black figure standing in the depths of the corridor, motionless and straight, my heart immediately followed tightly, this aggravated fear almost made me go crazy in a blink of an eye, the voice was so terrible that no one is a ghost, and I screamed: "Who are you?" ”

The figure moved slowly, walking towards me step by step, until I finally saw his face clearly, and couldn't stop exclaiming, "You are Lao Lin!" ”

I didn't dazzle or hallucinate, this is indeed the missing Lao Lin, I didn't expect him to appear again at the moment when I was about to collapse, in the face of this qiē, my mind can no longer have a little calm thinking, with an almost pleading tone, "Who am I?" ”

Lao Lin walked to the opposite me and sat down without saying a word, stared at me with his eyes for a full minute, then sighed and said slowly: "You are the resurrected King Luodian, but this is not the immortal superstition of the power of ghosts and gods. You'd better be sensible, and your end won't be a tragedy. ”

"It can't be...... It's impossible to ......" I kept repeating incoherently in a hoarse voice, trying to deny this unacceptable reality. This is simply a nightmare that could not be more terrible, my whole body trembled like a pendulum, the bamboo tube in my hand could no longer be held, and fell at my feet with a "dang long". Lao Lin didn't speak, leaned forward and picked up the bamboo tube, and put it into his arms without looking, "This is the statue of King Luodian on the shrine in the house of the great patriarch, and the great patriarch wants to use this to sue you, you are the king of Luodian." Including Klang Village and Lao Village, the most widespread and most untrustworthy legend among all the Niuerling Miao people is true, and the prophet Luo Dian King will be resurrected one day. ”

"Why? Why me? "I was speechless, I could only scream silently in my heart, and if there was no wall behind me, my body would be paralyzed and crooked, staring at a corner of the tomb with my foggy eyes.

Lao Lin shook his head, slowly took out a small bottle of wine from his body, took a sip from mouth to mouth, and then handed the bottle to me, but now no matter what he does, I am so disgusted, "I don't drink, you are sacrificing to the dead." ”

Lao Lin smiled bitterly a few times, slowly withdrew the wine, I suddenly snatched it like hysteria, and drank the wine dry in a few gulps, the alcohol immediately burned my stomach, and the pain caused by the spasm of the river and the sea began to dilute my current semi-crazy state. After a few seconds, I felt that my face was so hot that it seemed to burn, dizzy but firmly grasped a trace of Qingming, I grabbed Lao Lin's arm tightly, "You're still lying to me...... It is impossible for any star to continue his life and ten thousand corpses tower to bring resurrection to King Luodian, I don't believe it. What exactly is the purpose of 083? ”

Lao Lin let me hold it, his half-lowered head slowly raised, and his eyes looked directly at me, "Do you think that these powerful prophets will not succeed in their pursuit of immortality, then you are underestimating their wisdom, the memory of King Zhou Yuan is resurrected, and Genghis Khan's frozen revival is ...... Did you think of any of this in advance? ”

"That's different, they ...... It's opportunistic. Suppose that as you said, King Luo Dian was actually reborn in me, but I didn't find anything unusual about me since I was a child...... What method did King Luo Dian use, could it be the reincarnation of the soul? I let go of Lao Lin's arm and sneered contemptuously. The stimulation of alcohol made a big difference, and my mind finally became agile and organized.