People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

There was complete silence in the underground laboratory.

After a while, a Sarkaz mercenary finally mustered up the courage to step forward and prepare to operate the instrument.

As soon as he approached the sarcophagus, Qi Yan sat up suddenly, scaring the Sarkaz mercenary so much that his legs went limp and he fell to his knees.

"What are you doing? Even if you are grateful, you don't have to kneel down to operate it."

Qi Yan was shocked by the reaction of the Sarkaz mercenary.

The Sarkaz mercenary opened his mouth under the mask, but ultimately did not dare to speak.

Qi Yan looked towards W and threw out an amulet:

“This is Froststar’s stuff. If I get too carried away and forget about the important things, you should go find Amiya and stop her from fighting the Patriots.

You know what to do, right?

W tilted his head and thought for a moment, then simulated seriously:

"Old man, your precious daughter is in my hands. If you don't want her to be stabbed three times in the future, just surrender!"

Qi Yan nodded with satisfaction and added:

"Also, if he dares to resist, he'll just have to wait to become a grandfather!"

After saying that, Qi Yan lay back down and closed his coffin.

W gritted his teeth and snorted, "You wish for it. How can you succeed when I'm here?"

The Sarkaz mercenary kneeling in front of the sarcophagus moved forward, raised his hand and began to operate the instrument.

The machine kept making regular beeping sounds, and all sorts of fancy, headache-inducing indicator lights lit up one after another.

Just as the Sarkaz mercenary took a deep breath and prepared to officially activate the sarcophagus, the coffin lid was suddenly opened again, and Qi Yan stood up suddenly:

"Wait, I have something to give to W."

As he spoke, Qi Yan raised his hand and threw out his terminal, while admonishing:

"This is the most valuable thing I have. Kal'tsit threatened me that if I dared to break it, she would deduct another month's salary from me."

W took the terminal and rolled his eyes unhappily:

"With your character, I'll deduct as much as I want. I'll deduct more and more in the future. Just wait for your sister to support you."

"Hey, hey, it's not wrong to eat my sister's free rice."

Qi Yan lay down again with a strange smile and closed his coffin lid carefully.

The Sarkaz mercenary patted his frightened chest, raised his hand and knocked on Qi Yan's coffin, and asked carefully:

"Mr. Qi Yan, are you still going to pretend to be dead... No, are you still going to get up?"

"I can't get up. My waist hurts."

Qi Yan's dull reply came from the sarcophagus.

The Sarkaz mercenary breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the start button.

A long electronic prompt sounded, and the coffin lid of the sarcophagus was automatically locked.

Lying in the sarcophagus, Qi Yan felt some strange gas being pumped into the sarcophagus, with a hint of medicinal aroma.

"The sachet the general gave me is still on me. I was careless. I hope the smell won't get mixed with other things..."

Qi Yan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually fell asleep.

But soon, he regained his spirit, felt a little strange, and opened his eyes to look around.

He sat up and found himself passing through the coffin lid and floating in the air.

Below, W, Eldo and others were staring at the sarcophagus nervously.

The Sarkaz mercenaries gathered together and discussed in a low voice how to operate the sarcophagus next.

Qi Yan looked back, and through the sarcophagus, he found himself lying quietly inside, sleeping soundly.

"So, that strange gas directly suffocated me to death?" Qi Yan said to himself.

But in his current state, no one could hear him.

Then, under Qi Yan's personal witness, the Sarkaz mercenaries ended their discussion and tentatively pressed a button.

Another new stream of gas was poured into the sarcophagus.

The gas gradually seeped into Qi Yan's body.

Qi Yan saw with his own eyes the changes in his body, the blood circulated wildly in his body, and a faint golden light shone from under his eyelids.

But Qi Yan knew clearly in his heart that there was no source stone component in that gas.

"Return to our ancestors?"

Qi Yan seemed to be thinking about something.

Qi Yan's body began to change after he traveled through time, becoming more and more like a purebred human.

But at this moment, because of the effect of the sarcophagus, this process was reversed, and it even ran directly in the direction of its ancestors.

Qi Yan's consciousness floating above the sarcophagus was watching everything silently. When the process of atavism reached a certain critical point, he suddenly felt a mysterious connection between himself and his body.

A memory hidden in his blood slowly flowed into Qi Yan's consciousness.

"There are also short films to watch..."

Qi Yan's nagging came to an abrupt end, and he was dragged directly into the fragment of memory.

What meets the eye is a vast expanse of white.

The cold wind blew up snowflakes all over the sky, circling whimpering between heaven and earth.

A snow-white wolf walked silently in the snow-capped mountains, heading towards the top of the highest peak in the mountain range.

The white wolf's eyes were a golden color without a trace of other colors, pure and clear.

The wind on the snowy mountain seemed to be controlled by the will of some existence, blowing in the opposite direction of the White Wolf's advance, trying to stop His progress.

The white wolf remained silent and walked forward with firm steps.

The snow on the ground grew thicker and thicker, slowly covering the white wolf's limbs until half of its body was submerged.

Because of the white wolf's advance, a scar was left on the white snow.

Qi Yan followed the white wolf and looked up at its jaw.

"so big."

The white wolf seemed not to see him and continued to move forward. It gradually walked a distance in front of the top of the mountain and stopped.

A strange message overflowed from the top of the mountain, enveloping Bai Lang and Qi Yan.

There was no sound, but Qi Yan understood what it contained.

"What is it?"

White Wolf spoke slowly: "Stop the snowstorm."

Strange messages came again.

'Why?'

White Wolf's reply was equally concise: "My tribe."

The strange messages no longer appear.

The white wolf just stood there silently, its golden eyes like the morning light or the burning flames.

The snowstorm became more violent.

The snowy mountain was repelling the white wolf, trying to bury it under its snow.

The dense snow covered the figure of the white wolf, but the pair of golden wolf eyes penetrated everything and stared directly at the snow-capped mountains.

The scale of the snowstorm continued to grow, turning the entire mountain range into a pale tomb.

A white wolf shadow appeared in the midst of it, roaring and scattering the snow in the sky, and crushing the ice and ground on the mountains.

This battle, which was like a solo performance, lasted for several months.

Finally, the snow and wind died down, and the highest peak of the mountain range disappeared from the land.

The lonely figure of the white wolf slowly left.

Blood dripped from His white hair, leaving a red trail on the ground.

From then on, there was one less god in the world.

A group of Lupo people with white hair and golden eyes left their homeland, left the mountains called Kunlun, and left the land called Yan.

Qi Yan slowly opened his eyes. He was still floating in the air above the underground research institute.

A white wolf was lying in the sarcophagus, its golden pupils staring at Qi Yan silently.

"What the hell, my body turned into a wolf?!"