Super God Gene

“Are you serious?” Hanson doubted that the ancient demon was playing with himself, and he couldn't think of any other explanation for suicide.

The ancient devil looked at Hansen with a smile and said, "Haven't you ever heard of the dead before?" If you don't die, how can you hide and kill? ”

Of course, Hanson has heard that, but he doesn't know what this has to do with timeless killing. He was supposed to crack timeless killing to survive. What's the point of committing suicide?

The ancient demon pointed to Hansen and said, "What does it matter if you were dead yesterday? ”

Hanson listened to the fog in the cloud, did not know exactly what the ancient demon meant, but he knew that the question would never come to an end. Unless he agreed to release the ancient demon, the ancient demon would certainly not directly tell him how to break the method of time-space killing. It is good to have so many tips.

After leaving the Tower of Heaven, Hanson kept thinking about what the archaeologists had said, but it was hard to understand for a moment.

“Suicide… died yesterday… born today… what exactly does the ancient demon mean?” Hansen has been thinking for a long time and has not been able to figure it out.

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in the void, and two shadows flew from the mist and fell in the squares of the palace.

“Linglong and Ricole are finally here.” Hanson took a closer look at Linglong and Ricole, whom he had never seen since he was locked up in a bottle.

Watching the two of them walk in front of themselves, Hanson did not speak voluntarily. He knew that Linglong and Ricole were only descendants of the Taishang clan and had limited voice in the Taishang clan, so even if they wanted to let Hanson go, they didn't actually have that ability.

“Your scales are gone?” Ricole looked at Hanson with surprise and said.

“Yes, I don't know why, those scales disappeared themselves, you ask the chief if I can go out now?” Hanson said.

Linglong and Li Keer looked at each other and looked like they had stopped talking. Finally, Linglong said: “The chief means hoping that you can stay in the boundary bottle. ”

“Do you mean to keep me here forever?” Hanson frowned.

"Don't worry, we'll do our best to get rid of your suspicions and get you back to freedom as soon as possible," Li said. ”

“I don't have scales on me anymore, so isn't that supposed to wash away the suspicion?” Nor did Hanson have much hope for this, but he is still somewhat disappointed.

Linglong sighed: “If those scales were removed by my predecessors, they could naturally wash away the suspicions, but now the scales disappear themselves, I'm afraid neither the elders nor the elders will believe that the curse has been removed. ”

“So I'm stuck here?” Hanson's mood was completely calm at this time, and he didn't expect too many clans to let him go anyway, and people still depend on themselves.

"'We'll do our best to help you,' said Li Keer. 'You'll have to be patient for a while. ”

Hanson is not a freshman, naturally he knows it's just a comforting word, and it doesn't really make a difference.

“Since I can't get out of here for a while and a half, can you get me some books to relieve my boredom?” Hanson said softly.

“What book do you want to read? Now, in this case, I'm afraid the tribe won't let us bring you genetics.” Li Kel spoke up quickly and said everything he shouldn't have said.

“No genetics, no philosophical or theological books, preferably about life and death...” Hanson hopes to find some inspiration from these books to see if he can figure out what the ancient demons mean by suicide.

“Let's find a way to get you in.” Ricole said.

“Thank you, then.” Hanson smiled.

“You are our silkworm, these should be...” Li Kel said half the time, but couldn't say anything. Hanson is now in this situation, where can he say it is their silkworm?

However, Hanson was in an unexpectedly good position to talk to them as if they were on a weekday basis and had no idea that he was a person who might be imprisoned forever.

When she left, Linglong said to Hanson: “We will report the disappearance of the scales on you to the chief, maybe someone will come and check your body, but the chances of letting you out are not too high, and don't expect too much. ”

“I understand.” Hanson nodded slightly, and he also knew that this kind of thing had no voice, and she couldn't do much.

Shortly after the two left, a true god of the Tai clan came to Hansen, examined Hansen's body and asked him some more questions.

Hanson had already thought about the speech and said the prepared things over and over again. Although it was not seamless, because Hanson pushed everything to himself without knowing it, the elders of the Tai clan could not pick out any problems.

After Tai Shang elders left, no one came for several days in a row. Hanson has been studying and practicing the Sitting Memorial, and does not find the time difficult.

“I haven't seen Yan Run and Linger in ages, I don't know if Linger has grown up now, and Xiaohua doesn't know how it is now... Dad and Mom said they've traveled the world for two people and don't know if they're back...” Sometimes Hanson still thinks of his family distractions.

“Sitting forgetfulness and my knife in the world are totally two extremes, one is about entering the world, one is about being born, it is really difficult to merge, but I have not practiced too much sensory article, can only be based on the knife in the world, if it is practiced from scratch, I don't know what month can become sitting forgetfulness...” The more Hanson practiced, the more he felt he had no clue.

Although the Bible of Sitting Forget and the sword of the heavens are the same source, theoretically it is the North and South, even if the experience of the original ancestors and the mind and the situation, it is difficult to merge the two.

At a time when Hansen was somewhat bored, only another figure appeared in the mist, a very unfamiliar elderly Hansen.

The old man didn't talk either, just put something in front of Hanson and turned around and left.

Hanson was a little stunned. I didn't know what the hell this old man was doing. After taking a look at something, I realized it was actually a miniature brain, only as big as a slap.

When I turned it on, I found that I couldn't connect to the internet, but I had a lot of e-books stored in it.

Hanson realized that Linglong and Ricole must have helped him get it.

There are just a few e-books, all about theology and philosophy. There is certainly nothing about genetics.

Hansen didn't expect to have genetics in it either. He opened those books and looked at a few books. With the degree of brain evolution he has now, it's not difficult to remember a million words of a book. If you look at it, you can remember every word, but if you understand it correctly, that's another thing.

“False Sutra?” When Hanson saw one of the books, he couldn't help but look slightly.