Chapter 583 Wang Wu's Archaeological Bag

In the vast ocean, the Ark was floating and sinking.

Even though there were all the major gods in the cabin, it was surprisingly quiet at the moment.

The moment Qin Lang and Wang Wu entered the time scroll, fonts appeared from it.

The extremely simple and pale text outlines an oil painting called "Despair" with just a few strokes.

"You sent Qin Lang to the future timeline not just to let him find the Six Gods Realm."

Teacher Shu has a gentle personality and treats others gently, but at this moment, she is murderous. Wan Ziyi, who is standing next to her, has even clasped her hand firmly on the hilt of the sword, ready to take action at any time.

The champion swordsman and Megatron sent Qin Lang to the future without telling everyone.

They all felt betrayed.

Faced with Teacher Shu's question, the champion swordsman was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "It is indeed selfish. I want to see what will happen to us if Qin Lang fails to become a true god. The entire army will be annihilated. What a niche." idiom."

"Are you satisfied now?" Teacher Shu clenched her fists. Even though they were in different timelines, she was so sensitive that she could feel Qin Lang's pain at this moment.

Strong empathy is both a gift and a curse.

The champion swordsman suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Despair is a magical soil. Although it buries countless weak souls, it can occasionally bloom flowers called perseverance. How can people grow if they don't experience despair."

"Why do you have to apply the things you experienced to Qin Lang!"

"In addition to letting him go back to the future to find the Six Gods Realm, can you think of a better way?"

The champion swordsman's rhetorical question made Teacher Shu fall into silence.

yes.

There is no better way, the future timeline is not

Will deceive people.

No matter how talented Qin Lang is, no matter how hard he works, he will never be able to advance to the level of True God in the surface world. If he faces the geniuses and talented hunters from the God Realm at the First God level, he will definitely die.

Gently loosening his clenched fists, Teacher Shu let out a soft sigh.

The champion swordsman was right, this was the only solution, even if it was a long shot.

…

The ruins of the Ark.

Like a soulless puppet, Qin Lang buried the corpses that were deliberately hung under the Ark one by one.

He could even sense what those hunters said to him at that time - "I will not kill you, I will let you face these relatives and friends who died because of your weakness every day, and I will keep your soul alive every day." Being tortured until it turns into decay.”

Of course it's good to be alive.

But there are times when living is extremely painful.

"What are you doing?" Monster Qin Lang came to Qin Lang holding two mummies, with a curious look on his face. He didn't understand why he dug a hole and buried his friends. Who did he chat with every day? It's so annoying to see two little ones every day!

Qin Lang did not look back, but silently carried a body into the pit and buried it, gritting his teeth and said: "I will definitely successfully find the Six Gods Realm, and I will definitely change my destiny."

"Six What Realm?" The monster Qin Lang's eyes were blank, and his broken tail was regarded as asking for help, and he gently scratched his equally damaged head.

"Alas" Wang Wu sighed heavily. He really didn't know what he could say to comfort Qin Lang at this time.

"Old Qin, he is so pitiful, why don't you let me help him repair it?"

"Repair? How to fix it?"

"

yes. "

Wang Wu unloaded the 'archaeological bag' that looked like a luggage roll and opened it: "My archaeological bag can repair the damage to cultural relics to the greatest extent. Just put things in it, including people of course. It is equivalent to a mobile medical bag. Uh-huh?”

Wang Wu exclaimed, "Why are you in my bag?"

There was just a soft "pop" sound, and a big-headed fish slipped out of it. After flopping on the ground for a few times, he transformed into a fat bald man and looked around with a blank look on his face. "Oh, it is indeed an archaeological bag in the realm of gods. It’s much more comfortable than a sleeping bag. It’s so comfortable to sleep in. But where is this place?”

Qin Lang looked at the fat-headed fish and was a little confused, "Why are you in the bag?"

"Not just me, but also them."

The fat-headed fish pointed at the mockingbirds and his two children that flew out of the bag one after another, showing peace and joy.

"ah!?"

Qin Lang was stunned.

The mockingbird held the two little ones in each hand and stretched out. "It's really comfortable. What is this place?"

"Why are you in Wang Wu's bag?"

Qin Lang was really confused.

Wang Wu was also confused. Brother, the crux of the question shouldn't be - why do you sleep together? !

Isn't this cheating? !

After Mockingbird explained to Qin Lang, he suddenly realized.

Although the mockingbird and the crocodile are distant relatives, they don't like to see each other, and can even be said to be hostile to each other. Even if they don't meet, they will have a huge quarrel. After a fierce quarrel, both of them suffered internal injuries and vomited three liters of blood.

At this time, Ping Ping, who often hangs out with Wang Wu,

An Xile said that Uncle Wang had a magical bag that could heal wounds, so the few of them sneaked in to cultivate themselves while Wang Wu was concentrating on playing games.

"You guys really don't make people worry at all."

Qin Lang couldn't laugh or cry.

Future timeline, is this a good place?

He even dragged his whole family in!

"Can you check your pockets next time you go out?!" Qin Lang had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only aim at Wang Wu.

Wang Wu innocently shouted: "Can this be blamed on me? I am carrying an archaeological bag, not a scapegoat! Do you think I am willing to come?"

Fat-headed fish: "As expected of Mr. Qin, he can throw the blame so naturally and so handsomely."

Mockingjay: "Shut up, you sycophant."

"?"

The quarrel between a few people here attracted the attention of the monster Qin Lang who was squatting next to the pit not far away looking at the corpse. He turned his face, and after seeing the two little ones, he exclaimed in disbelief, "Peace? Joy?!"

"ah?!"

"It's daddy's breath!"

Rush forward with peace and joy.

To the gods, breath is most important.

Appearance can be disguised, but breath is difficult to disguise.

"This is this?!" Mockingjay looked at Qin Lang, then at the monster Qin Lang, "What's going on? Why are there two of you?"

"There are not only two of me, but there are two of you who are dead. You are buried in the third pit in the second row, and you are the fourth one, Fathead Fish." Qin Lang raised his finger weakly.

"Peace and joy!"

Monster Qin Lang hugged the two children, and his muddy brain seemed to wake up a little under such stimulation. He sat on the ground and cried loudly.

The fat-headed fish and the mockingbird came to the pit to look at themselves.

own body.

"As expected of me, even the corpse is so handsome." The fat-headed fish stared at the corpse for a long time and choked out this sentence.

"You can even boast about a corpse, but you have no one left. Get out of here." The mockingbird bared his teeth, as if he wanted to bite someone.