Weird Resurrection: I Ate a God

The sun and the moon went out, and the deep black darkness engulfed the endless mountains, filled with a cold atmosphere. There was no sound of insects, no roar of beasts, and it was extremely oppressive.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, accompanied by the subtle sound of cracking soil, rotten hands stretched out from the ground, breaking the silent darkness. Soon, a large number of rotten corpses broke out of the ground in groups and wandered towards somewhere.

"Don't go out at night, the night will take souls."

"The night is coming, the dirty things are resurrected, the priest statue has ordered that there will be a throat-cutting wind tonight. Everyone is strictly prohibited from going out and sleeping in silence."

Amid the mountains and valleys, a soft light lit up in the suffocating darkness, supporting a huge light curtain. Inside the light curtain, a bronze statue emitted a dazzling light, covering the old buildings around it. At the edge of the light curtain, rotten corpses were constantly wandering, staring at a handsome young man holding a gong and drum and shouting.

The corpses drooled at the corners of their mouths, salivating over this human, but they seemed to be afraid of the light curtain and dared not move forward. The handsome young man seemed to ignore them directly, but occasionally made a lazy shout, adding a bit of vitality to this deserted town.

"Reborn in this weird place for more than ten years, reduced to a night watchman who beats the gong, Langren, Langren, are you really going to be trapped to death in this place?" The handsome young man sighed to himself, looking at the closed doors and windows of every household, put down the gongs and drums in his hands, and looked into the darkness.

Outside the light curtain, a large number of corpses wandered around, and what was even more weird was that black tentacles and white eyeballs were crawling and floating on the light curtain, as if the night had grown tentacles and eyes, which made people's scalps numb.

It is not difficult to imagine that if there were no bronze statues emitting light, these weird things would immediately rush into the town and devour everything.

However, Langren has long been accustomed to this scene. The night is the time when terror descends, and any strange things may happen, but as long as you hide in the light curtain and wait until dawn, there will be basically no danger.

Looking at this strange night, he couldn't help but recall a passage recorded in the town's documents.

"A long time ago, the night of this world had the moon and the sky full of stars. The deep night was the gentle hometown of mankind, and there were beautiful and prosperous neon lights everywhere-until the strange night came."

"The strangeness has revived, the moon and the starry sky disappeared, and these stars fell down, like glass beads embedded in the earth. Whenever the sun sets, the strange night covers everything. He is boundless darkness, He is an incomprehensible existence, and He is the source of the mutation of all things."

Langren sighed slightly. After living in this world for more than ten years, he has gradually accepted all this. He knows very well that this is no longer the world he is familiar with, and it can no longer be measured by common sense. Even the stars falling to the ground can be accommodated. You can imagine how huge this world is.

The town where he lived was surrounded by mountains, isolated from the world, and very backward. Outside the town was a terrible danger zone, full of mutated monsters. It was impossible to leave here.

But he heard that deep in the danger zone, far away from the mountains, there were prosperous cities and extremely advanced technology. Thinking of this, Lang Ren couldn't help but feel bitter.

Except for him, all the men in the town had awakened and gained extraordinary power. If they couldn't even awaken, how could they leave and see the familiar and longed city?

[Hint: Cutthroat Wind will come in three minutes. ]

Suddenly, a cold mechanical prompt sounded in Lang Ren's mind, interrupting his thoughts.

[Hint: Cutthroat Wind----The second of the three strange phenomena in the strange night, harvesting everything in the world, attacking all creatures that make sounds, and cutting their throats and beheading them. ]

[You have two choices now. ]

[One: Silence. ]

[Two: Wait for death. ]

Listening to the system prompt sound in his mind, Lang Ren's eyes condensed.

A familiar voice appeared again.

He was not surprised by the sudden system prompt. Over the years, this voice appeared from time to time and helped him resolve many crises, but it was mostly just a reminder. He had not found any special use for the time being.

"Forget it, I have notified those who should be notified. The cutthroat wind is coming soon. Let's go back first." Standing up and holding the gong, Lang Ren patted the dust off his body and began to walk towards a courtyard house covered with moss.

When the cutthroat wind comes, ordinary people will die if they go out. Just hearing the name, you know it is very strange. On weekdays, he can keep watch at night to guard against the rotten corpses that break in, but facing this level of vision, both he and the rotten corpses can only end up with their heads and bodies separated.

So whenever it is windy and rainy, it is one of the few times he can take a holiday to rest. With the guardian god of the bronze statue of the priest, there have been no major problems over the years.

At this time, deep outside the light curtain.

The darkness is thick, and a large number of changes begin to appear.

A faint light lit up, and the colorful stones began to swell, growing huge fleshy buds and expanding rapidly.

Puff!

A fleshy bud burst first, and as the juice flew in the air, a skinny but surprisingly long claw stretched out, like a rusty machine, rotating one section at a time, until after rotating for two weeks, the claw stabbed into the ground at a strange angle.

Pop!

The fleshy bud broke, and the thick limbs and body suddenly swelled out, and in a blink of an eye, it formed a three-meter-long reptile monster.

"Gulu"

Strangely, it has no head and seems to be growing. As its neck swells, meat lumps emerge. Soon, the meat lumps break and form a triangular head with an extremely evil face.

Roar!

The shrill roar echoed, and the bloody mouth cracked to the ear roots. The fangs were sticky with saliva, and the opening and closing emitted terrifying sound waves.

Suddenly, it turned and looked into the depths of the darkness, as if it could sense the light emanating from the town. A breeze blew, and it roared violently. In a few jumps, it approached the outer edge of the light curtain, and near it, a large number of its kind gathered, looking at the light curtain with malicious eyes.

"Hua La La----"

At some point, the breeze came.

The leaves fluttered, and the ancient trees in the entire danger zone trembled together. The ground swelled, and some unknown dark creatures huddled under the soil, as if they wanted to bury themselves deeper and deeper.

Some monsters that were emitting light all over their bodies began to be silent, like dead things, not daring to make any sound.

And those mutated stone monsters suddenly became alert, whimpered, as if they were afraid of the breeze, and turned around and fled, disappearing into the darkness.

For a moment, the whole world was terribly silent.

Inside the house.

"Aren, you are back." A kind and gentle voice sounded, and a woman about 40 years old looked at the figure who pushed the door in and smiled slightly.

Nodding, Langren put down the gongs and drums in his hands, and then bolted the door. The next second, a figure full of fragrant wind rushed over.

"Brother." A young girl hugged him tightly in her arms, blinking her big eyes, full of joy.

Smiling and rubbing her head, Langren looked warm. The two people in front of him were his adoptive mother and sister. Although he had no blood relationship with them, he had lived with his adoptive mother and sister since he was a child. In his mind, they were all his closest relatives.

He put his index finger to his lips, signaling silence, and said solemnly: "The cutthroat wind is coming."

Hearing this, the adoptive mother and sister looked tense, but they did not show any fear. Instead, they looked at Lang Ren with pity.

Since Lang Ren's adoptive father disappeared while hunting in the dangerous area, the family lost the source of hunting income, and the two weak women had no strength, so Lang Ren became the backbone of the family.

It's a pity that Lang Ren has been unable to awaken and join the hunting team. Fortunately, he was born with a special bloodline of a night watchman. He was not afraid of darkness since he was a child. He could keep watch and disperse the rotten corpses when everyone was asleep, and earn some income to subsidize the family. Otherwise, the two of them could not survive in this cruel environment.

When everyone was sleeping peacefully, Lang Ren had to endure loneliness and face this terrible night alone. Thinking of this, it was inevitable that his adoptive mother and sister felt distressed.

As if sensing the two people's worries, Lang Ren was about to signal that there was no need to worry, but the next second, he turned his head and looked out the window.

Howl!

Suddenly, there was a bang, and strange howling sounds came from all directions without warning, miserable and creepy.

The light that protected the entire town suddenly dimmed, and then flickered, and the white light curtain seemed to be splashed with a layer of green ink in an instant, and suddenly only a piece of green remained between the world.

"Woo woo woo ~"

The strong green wind seemed to come from the underworld, making a gloomy cry and blowing up a green fog. Everything was silent, and only this shrill sound echoed between the whole world.

The icy cold seemed to penetrate from the crack of the door, like a sharp blade, and like a steel knife scraping bones.

"Throat!"

"Throat!"

"Throat!"

The deafening roars exploded one after another, like the death knell, and the whole night ushered in the most terrifying carnival.

Listening to this creepy voice and looking at the window dyed green, Langren's family of three covered their mouths with alert faces.

They knew that this strange voice could not be made by a living person!

Everything trembled, and all the creatures who heard this voice trembled, not daring to make a sound, as if as long as they made even a little sound, as long as they were heard, they would be cut in the throat! Beheaded!

Langren gently made a sleeping gesture, and his adoptive mother and sister nodded at the same time, and then tiptoed back to their rooms.

Put a lit candle in the bedroom, illuminating the simple but clean environment around. This throat-cutting wind will continue for a long time. Now he can do is to sleep well and keep quiet to avoid accidents.

"Or, I won't tie myself to sleep tonight, there shouldn't be any accidents, right?" Langren thought for a moment, his eyes fell on a thick hemp rope at the head of the bed, and hesitant.

The rope in front of him was very strong, and the other end was connected to the wind chime on the beam. He would tie his feet every time he went to sleep.

Because he had a strange disease since he was a child, that is, sleepwalking. Sometimes he would run around uncontrollably after falling asleep. The neighbors in the town knew about this and often made fun of him after dinner.

With the backward conditions in the town, there was no way to treat it. Perhaps only the prosperous city had such conditions.

So in the end, he came up with this method of tying his feet. As long as he started sleepwalking, the rope would pull the wind chime on the beam, which could attract his adoptive mother and sister to stop him from sleepwalking in time. After all, it would be bad if he ran into the dangerous area outside the town while sleepwalking.

There was a cutthroat wind outside, so Lang Ren didn't dare to tie himself up with the wind chime rope to prevent any noise.

He pursed his lips, and for safety's sake, he finally found a rope that was neither too long nor too short to tie his feet, and put on his pajamas, then gently covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It had been a long time since sleepwalking occurred, and he didn't take it too seriously. Besides, he tied his feet, so it was foolproof.

Gradually, Lang Ren's breathing slowed down and he fell asleep.

Time passed quickly, and two hours passed in a hurry until the sound outside the window completely disappeared.

And at this moment, a cold mechanical prompt sound suddenly echoed in Lang Ren's mind.

[Hint: The cutthroat wind left. ]

[Hint: In the depths of the distant strange night, a call came, your body was ready to move, the dusty mysterious power began to revive, and your instinct was about to control your body. 】

[Tip: Warning, your instinct is about to take over your body, countdown, three, two, one...]

The next second, bang!

The thick hemp rope that bound his feet broke.

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