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Chapter 2191 The genre of death

Cai Gen's words were so thin that he collapsed on the spot as he waited for the answer to be repeated.

He grabbed the cigarette case from Kushen's hand, lit one for himself, and said angrily.

"Okay, stop playing with me, I don't remember all the questions.

I guess if I say it again, the answer will be the same.

Just pick and choose what you can say. If you can't say anything, I won't ask."

Kushen didn't expect that Cai Gen's mind would be so flexible, and he didn't look like a stupid boy.

As if to comfort him, he patted Cai Gen on the shoulder and touched his bald head.

"You, you should pay more attention to your health, you are already bald at how old you are.

When I was your age, I could fly a kite with my hair.

I know you are bullshit, and many of the problems you encounter cannot be solved by you.

There is nothing you can do, who made you wake up?

Don't say you are depressed. When I see you like this, I am also very depressed.

Let's make peace with it as it comes, and move forward to straighten it out. How will it be shaped? That's what it will look like.

Don’t put too much pressure on yourself and don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Should I say it or not? The seemingly comforting words of the god of suffering are actually the same as Cai Gen, with a bit of a broken jar and a state of doing whatever he wants.

At the same time, Cai Gen felt a sense of resistance in his heart. Was he that unbearable?

Looking back on my progress step by step, it’s really quite unbearable.

I rarely solve problems with my own strength. Most of the time I either rely on others or luck. There is indeed no glorious record.

I wanted to retort a few words, but feeling guilty, Cai Gen could only nod his head in shame, expressing his agreement.

"Cai Gen, actually, I can't answer 90% of your questions.

It's not that I have anything to hide, it's just that I don't know.

I don't know about the sea of ​​suffering, I don't know about Xie An'an, and I don't know why the wheel of fate doesn't turn.

I came to the Nordic world in the year 2256 of the Hard Calendar. At that time, the life wheel had only completed one level, and then I was trapped here.

According to what you said, the life wheel finally completed 8 and a half levels.

That is to say, there are 7 and a half floors of projects that are not handled by me. You ask me so many things. I am not present, so of course I don’t know.

If I am in the place of return, the god of pain who I will mess with later can still share information with me at the grave.

But I have been here, suppressing Suterte and Odin's two grandsons, and have never returned at all. I have not even been given a chance to visit the grave to listen to gossip.

So if you ask me these things, isn’t it difficult for me?”

Cai Gen tried his best to think about it. Last time he was in Lashi World, what was written on the snowman should be more than 7,900 years of hardship.

In other words, there is a difference of more than 5,000 years between the engineering of the Nordic world and the engineering of the Diarrhea incident.

This is also said to be a normal speed of space-time. If the dimensions and speeds of different space-times are taken into account, I don’t know how long the difference is.

Therefore, it is understandable that the God who has suffered for more than 2,000 years does not know what happened in the next few thousand years.

It's like asking Nunu, how much horsepower does a car's 8-cylinder engine make?

Nunu could only say that mammoths are dangerous and being stabbed by ivory hurts.

As for the issue of return, Brother Cai suddenly remembered that the time he was tricked to death by the God of Death, Hela, the dimension he went to had mountains and fields full of graves, which should be the place of return mentioned by the God of Bitterness.

"I should have been to the place of return you mentioned once. What is it like there?"

The God of Ku was greatly surprised that these words could come out of Cai Gen's mouth.

"Damn it, you actually went in once and still came out. Are you lucky or unlucky?

As for, what is the situation there? This question needs to be discussed from the beginning.

There is no beginning or end and I can’t explain it clearly.

Although I have a lot of things, I don’t even know if I haven’t experienced them.

But judging from the current results, I can make a rough guess.

As for whether this is what actually happened, I am not responsible."

If you can have a guess, it's pretty good, and it was guessed by the god of pain himself, so the credibility is definitely very high.

What else is Cai Gen dissatisfied with? He nodded quickly.

"You said you said you don't need to be responsible. No matter if you made it up, with your knowledge and knowledge, I can't even make it up."

The god of pain suddenly became unhappy. This flattery was made with no skills at all. Even if it was made up, could you not say it?

"Cai Gen, you are such a bad mouther, you need to be more careful in the future.

In the past, we suffered from the consequences of our mouths and old noses. Misfortunes come from our mouths, misfortunes come from our mouths...

Since you have been to the Land of Return, I believe you also know that we, the Bitter Gods, did not start in a difficult mode, mainly because the living environment was too harsh.

To be able to continue to this day, it can be said that we have survived all the way. This was our only capital in the beginning.

If you suffer, suffer it. If you start over, start all over again. At least you still have a chance. If you die, you will get used to it.

The reason why there is a place of return is because we are not suitable to stay in the human world and will destroy the balance.

The good thing is that it is a place of return; the bad thing is that it is a dangerous goods recycling station."

Cai Gen felt that this statement was not surprising. The tombs of the gods of suffering and countless cuties were as if they were radiated. If they were buried anywhere in the world, the world would have been conquered by cuties.

Yes, no surprise.

“The model we followed at the beginning was the repair flow.

That is, no matter how seriously injured you are, you can be resurrected with full health on the spot, and you can be resurrected no matter how many times you die.

At that time, the strength was very weak, the influence was small, and the cost of each repair was not high.

Later, as the strength increased, the repair flow became unavailable.

Each repair requires more and more energy. I'm not rich, so I don't have that much energy.

So, he played new tricks with death and started to follow the stream of resurrection.

Although rebirth takes longer than repair, the energy requirements are about the same, and after rebirth, you have a certain foundation and do not necessarily have to start all over again.

It indirectly improves efficiency and becomes an unavoidable choice.

Later, as his strength became higher and higher, the energy needed for resurrection was no longer enough.

The biggest limitation affecting our development is that it requires too much energy.

So, I abandoned the resurrection flow and changed it to the reincarnation flow.

Although the body has been replaced and everything is starting from scratch, the methods, methods, and experience have been preserved. They have certain inherent advantages and the efficiency is reasonable.

When I messed up in the Nordic world, I took the reincarnation route.

Even though I die here, I don’t know who will be reincarnated in the belly of someone else next time.

In our lineage, no matter what method we choose to face death, there is an eternal rule.

In order to maintain the purity of the soul, in order not to limit the upper limit of the development of each suffering god, every time he dies, he must be separated, and both the body and the soul must stay in the place of return.

The judgment of the next generation of sufferers will not be affected by any regrets or unnecessary emotions left by the previous generation of sufferers.

Can you understand what I say?"

Cai Gen really wanted him to say it again, but he didn't dare, for fear that he would do it.


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