Chapter 662 It Shouldn’t Be Too Much to Shed Two Tears for Me

impossible.

Dragon God shook his head, feeling that he was really thinking too much, how could this kind of thing be possible, if he wanted to revive a dead person, it would be feasible if it cost a lot of money.

But to resurrect a mummy that has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years.

to be honest.

That is a fantasy.

"Resurrection!"

Lin Fan said two words lightly, but these two words were too heavy for people to bear.

Spatial fluctuations.

Crack a channel.

The breath of death filled the air, and this breath made everyone tremble with fear, as if hell had appeared, which really made people feel panic.

"Who is blaspheming death..."

Same voice, same aura, same figure.

The god of death reappeared holding a sickle, and his dark and worn robes were swaying without wind. Anyone who saw this scene would be frightened out of their wits.

"It's me." Lin Fan turned around, smiled and said, "Long time no see, you are still the same, you haven't changed."

To be able to communicate with the god of death so calmly.

Lin Fan is probably the only one in the world.

The god of death was a little confused by what Lin Fan said, and his head was in a mess.

who?

Made it seem familiar.

Blasphemy of the undead is unforgivable and must be dealt with harshly.

The God of Death raised his sickle high, ready to harvest Lin Fan's soul, but for some reason, the God of Death felt a sense of panic. This feeling is very mysterious, and it has been a long, long time since the God of Death felt this way.

Think back to the past.

This feeling was only experienced hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Immediately afterwards.

Reaper slowed down.

Staring fixedly at Lin Fan, a picture appeared in his mind.

Such a familiar face.

Just like when I first saw it.

Strike like thunder.

Finally reunited, remembered, he really remembered, it was him, the existence that made him feel panic, not to mention he was very scared, even the supreme existence behind him that represented the will of the undead was frightened No way.

"It's you..." The Grim Reaper was silent for a moment, and finally faced the truth bravely.

It doesn't work if you don't face it.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "It's me. I don't have any complaints against you. You are right to manage the undead, but Polk is my good friend. He just wants to see me. It should be fine, right?"

The Grim Reaper has no expression on his face, as if he is saying... Even if there is a problem, can you listen to me?

Reaper didn't say much.

Quietly return to the channel.

Don't think about anything.

leave directly.

It's useless to talk too much, and it's even possible to plant yourself into it.

Death left.

The oppressive atmosphere disappeared.

Inside the crystal coffin, Polk's complexion gradually turned rosy. Not long after, Polk's eyelids fluttered, and he opened his eyes suddenly...

"Who are you?" The current pope appeared, and when he saw Lin Fan who opened the crystal coffin, his complexion changed, and he shouted angrily, and he was ready to do it.

The Thirteenth Pope is the highest and most influential pope in history.

It is even said that the current Temple of Light can have such a status, it is the thirteenth pope's credit.

But at this moment.

The current pope was stunned.

He saw the thirteenth Pope sitting up from the crystal coffin.

Polk looked a little dull.

A hundred thousand years is too long.

Even if revived, consciousness is in a state of chaos.

Very confused.

"How is it possible..." The current pope was shocked, as if he had seen a ghost, he couldn't believe what he saw with his naked eyes, the thirteenth pope was really alive.

impossible.

How the hell does this work.

Not to mention the shock of the current Pope, the Dragon God was stupefied by the scene in front of him. He felt that he underestimated Lin Fan after all, and actually resurrected a person who had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years?

"Poke, hello." Lin Fan smiled.

Hearing Lin Fan's voice, the dazed Polk gradually cleared his mind, his eyes gradually brightened, and he slowly raised his head to look at Lin Fan.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, but soon, this doubt disappeared, the corners of his eyes gradually became moist, and tears flowed down slowly.

"You..." Pok's voice was hoarse, as if he couldn't speak, and he gradually got used to it after trying many times, "You're back..."

"Well, I'm back." Lin Fan said.

"Am I dreaming?"

"No, this is not a dream, but reality. I brought you back. Didn't you say you want to see me? Now you can see me." When Lin Fan saw Polk, he thought of many things, and the other party helped him a lot .

Polk trembled.

Looking around, everything is strange.

"I, Polk, am really alive, and I really saw you." Polk said to himself. He died for too long, and his consciousness has not fully recovered.

Thousands of years had passed since Lin Fan left, and his lifespan had come to an end. Although Ke Lan had always wanted to help him continue his life, as a human being, he didn't have the opportunity that Ke Lan had, so he died in the end.

He signed a contract with the abyss lord Archimonde, he is not immortal, he just lives longer.

Crash!

The surrounding civilians all knelt on the ground, and seeing the miracle, they knelt down there.

The current Pope's eyes widened.

Slowly come to the crystal coffin.

"The current pope pays homage to the thirteenth pope." The current pope bowed respectfully. He was so excited that his heart almost jumped out. The thirteenth pope was really alive, and he heard...

The person who resurrected Pope Thirteen is the friend the Pope said.

Isn't he the father of the God of Light?

"Lin Fan, my friend, how long have I been dead?" Polk asked. He didn't know how long he had been dead. When he was about to die, he knew that Lin Fan would definitely come back, but he just didn't know when. return.

He had been fighting with Archimonde for a long time, and the fight was over who was Lin Fan's best friend.

He wrote a lot on the stele.

Some are very nasty.

But he doesn't care.

If Lin Fan can't bring him back to life when he comes back, then these words can leave a deep impression on Lin Fan's heart, and he doesn't dare to say anything else. It shouldn't be too much to shed two tears for me.

Lin Fan said: "I have been away for 160,000 years."

"Ah..." Pok opened his mouth, he was shocked, he really didn't expect that he had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, then he looked at Lin Fan and said, "Have you seen Ke Lan?"

In this world, only Archimonde and Polk can be called Ke Lan.

Others call her the God of Light.

That's the gods.

How can you call them by their first names.

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "No, I didn't find her."

Polk said: "Hey, then you should find her. After you left, this child is so pitiful. I waited for you for a long time, and we all felt that you would not come back."

The current Pope, who was kneeling there, was a little anxious.

The Thirteenth Pope, I am still kneeling here to pay you respects, no matter what, I should say a few words to me, don't leave me here.

so awkward.

The ground is a little cooler.

Frozen knees.