I grabbed the "Golden Shroud" and stood up a little dazed.

This man said a lot of unbelievable things, and the reason why I didn't question his words was to force myself to believe all this, and I needed to have a goal of revenge to survive.

Until now, I still can't believe that I have become an orphan from an ordinary child who has a family, although not very wealthy, and has a very ordinary life!

In addition to hatred, I have a lot of confusion in my heart.

He suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, it will be easier for you to choose to resurrect your parents than to kill Loki, but if you want to resurrect someone, you still have to go into the darkness......"

"What!" I shook and looked incredulous. "Can Dark Shijie really resurrect the dead?" he chuckled, "Yes!"

I cried out, "Tell me how I can resurrect the dead." ”

"Darkness shijie has liliang who resurrects the dead......! Killing Loki or resurrecting the dead is too far away for you, I'm just telling you it's a possibility. I don't have such a liliang, and I certainly can't tell you how to resurrect the dead. But if you are able to enter the darkness, you can go and find a man called the Ugly King, who is the only person I know of who has the resurrection of the dead, Liliang. The ugly king's temper is very bad, killing people is as easy as breathing for him, you better have a certain level of liliang before going to him, otherwise he may kill you first, then there is no hope. ”

"How can I find the Ugly King?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know, the whereabouts of the ugly king have always been very mysterious, and you have to rely on your liliang to find him." Seeing that I had quieted down and was no longer so impulsive, the man waved his hand, threw over a room card, and smiled softly: "I have opened two rooms, you can go to the good room next to me to sleep." Tomorrow everything will be a little bit better, including the people you hate. ”

I stood up like a walking corpse and pushed open the door into the hallway.

I didn't even think about which side the person was talking about, I just took two steps and tried it with the room card in my hand. As luck would have it, the door clicked open. Twisting open the door, I inserted the room card into the power socket a little abruptly, and then walked to the room, sitting on a chair in a daze, and didn't move for a long time.

As the night wore on, I suddenly felt something sticky on my head, so I reached out and wiped it.

I had almost forgotten the golden shroud in my hand, but this one had reopened the wound on my head that I didn't know when, and it was stained with blood.

"Oops!"

I don't like the golden-like fabric, or the ugly name "Shroud of Gold", but it represents hope for Loki's revenge, so don't get it dirty. I hurriedly stood up and was about to go to the bathroom to clean it, but then I couldn't believe my eyes. Because I saw that the blood stained on this golden shroud was actually absorbed into it.

The gold-like fabric made a sizzling sound, like a child drinking through a straw, and soon it was clean again.

I subconsciously swiped it on my head, but soon realized it was stupid.

When I realized it, it was too late, and this "Golden Shroud" actually gave birth to countless flesh buds, burrowed into my wounds, and in an instant my face turned pale.

"Get out of the way!"

I pulled so hard that I almost tore off a large piece of flesh from my head.

This thing is so evil that it wants to drink my blood and eat my flesh. I struggled to stomp it on the ground, not knowing for a moment what to do against it. At this moment, the lighter prepared for the guests in the room fell into view, and I touched the lighter as soon as I touched it. As I lit the lighter and burned it with the "Golden Shroud", a voice of rage echoed in my head.

"Humble creature, how dare you destroy my great will! I will punish your ......"

"Great dick hair! You want to eat my flesh, you want to drink my blood, you should fucking think about what will happen to you. I yelled viciously, but a palpitating sensation immediately captured my mind, and a ghost thing that I couldn't tell what it was was trying to burrow into my mind. I didn't know how to deal with "it", so I could only yell and scream desperately, trying to make myself more "violent".

This resistance was useless at first, and my consciousness soon began to blur and I was desperate for sleep.

I had a vague feeling that as long as I really "fell asleep", I was afraid that I would never wake up again, so I desperately tried to find a way to resist. Maybe it's the blessing of the soul, and when I was about to sink into consciousness, I suddenly remembered the picture that person had shown me.

The faces of my parents, who were so familiar to me, but they had become so terrible, suddenly gave birth to boundless anger, which forcibly supported the temptation to sleep, and resisted the evil consciousness.

This kind of mental warfare is the most haode whetstone, and I, who knew nothing about this field, gradually mastered some rough techniques of mental confrontation in this confrontation between life and death.

This technique is to use extreme emotions to elevate the will, and I happen to be very angry and very frightened at the same time!

Anger and fear can maximize one's potential, including mental liliang.

The battle was illusory, but it was also-for-tat, and the anger of my parents' death and the fear of the unknown combined to make my will stronger and stronger, and my potential to be powerful and overwhelming. The voice from the Golden Shroud grew angrier, cursing me constantly, but it seemed to be helpless against me.

I don't know how long this mental battle has passed, but I suddenly felt the pressure lighten, and the extremely evil will unwillingly let out a long howl, and the bubble burst.

My consciousness poured into the Golden Shroud and took its place.

The extreme mental exhaustion made me faint immediately after realizing that I had won.

I never fainted half a time in my life, but within a day, I was knocked out once, and I was knocked unconscious by this strange piece of fabric, which seemed to indicate that life would never be the same in the future.

When I woke up, I was no longer in a hotel, but in a car.