In the Blade

Zheng Qixing, this is a name that Du Chengfeng and Coyote have never heard of.

This made them think that they had resurrected the wrong person. After all, the person who called himself Zheng Qixing did not look like a powerful person. Of course, this may also be the time when the Sangmen Star realized that he was at a disadvantage. , a disguise made instinctively. As a powerful person, he must still have this reaction speed.

Therefore, Du Chengfeng immediately wanted to kill him on the spot. On the one hand, he wanted to test his own strength, and on the other hand, he also wanted to prevent the Sangmenxing from making any sneak attacks.

But the coyote moved faster than him. Before Du Chengfeng could take action, the bright moonlight had already outlined the appearance of a wild wolf out of thin air. The wild wolf knocked down the man who called himself Zheng Qixing in just an instant. On the mountain of corpses, the bloody mouth bit Zheng Qixing's neck directly.

The man who called himself Zheng Qixing had struggled hard, but he still couldn't defeat the wild wolf outlined by the moonlight.

"Who the hell are you!"

Zheng Qixing, who was about to have his neck bitten into pieces, yelled desperately.

"Why did you attack me! Could it be that this is my retribution!"

"This is... a test."

The coyote was silent for a moment and then dispersed the moonlight wolf.

Then he pulled Du Chengfeng and flew to the side.

"It doesn't look fake."

Coyote's expression was a little subtle.

"If it is really Sangmen Xing who is pretending, then he won't be able to defeat a wild wolf... Although the strength of this wild wolf is almost the same as that of an ordinary evil spirit master, he is a powerful one after all. He only needs to casually attack With this wave, even if a bit of death intention pops up, it can be directly..."

"Ah this."

Du Chengfeng scratched his head.

"you mean……"

"What we resurrected may be real."

Coyote nodded.

"But I don't know which part was resurrected... it's probably the part that was before he ascended to heaven."

"You can find out if you just ask."

Du Chengfeng thought for a while and decided to trust Coyote's judgment for the time being.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them flew back again.

Just as they were talking, the man who called himself Zheng Qixing had been walking on the corpse mountain for a while. Facing these white-bone corpses that were originally in the hands of Zangmenxing and were not even ants, There was a look of fear on Zheng Qixing's face - as a resurrected Sangmen Xing, he was even afraid of the slightest intention to die. This was somewhat outrageous.

This also made Du Chengfeng and Coyote even more confused. This was not what a powerful person should look like.

"Why be afraid?"

Du Chengfeng finally couldn't help but speak.

"These are all you..."

"Is it all my fault?"

Zheng Qixing sighed.

"That's right, no wonder I have such retribution...I knew that there was something wrong with evil spirits from the beginning."

"Ah this."

Du Chengfeng and Coyote looked at each other and were speechless for a long time.

The other party's expression didn't seem to be fake. Whether it was the fear just now or the compassionate attitude now, it all looked real - but that was the problem. The serious Sangmenxing was not like this, let alone This is so damning, what Sangmen Xing did was so insane.

For example, when the old man fishing was young, it was because he broke through the arrangement of the Sangmen Star that the disaster that should have killed millions or even tens of millions of people ended with only tens of thousands of people dead. Obviously, Compared to that inhumane plan, this mountain of corpses is nothing.

But this mountain of corpses, which was not even a hair, had already made Zheng Qixing frightened. He even closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look anymore.

"Is it such a contrast?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't hold himself any longer. He suddenly wanted to sharpen the dagger on the spot to see what the Sangmen star had gone through when he was young.

But that was definitely not possible right now. On the one hand, he didn't have time, and on the other hand, they still had to deal with Zheng Qixing's matter. Since Zheng Qixing was really not a threat, the originally expected fierce battle was not going to happen. Since they couldn't get up, they now had to worry about whether Zheng Qixing would be frightened to death by the hell drawing.

After all, no matter how outrageous Zheng Qixing is, he is still a part of the Sangmen Star. If Zheng Qixing also dies, doesn't it mean that the Sangmen Star can be resurrected in full glory?

"Actually, this kind of thing doesn't necessarily count that way."

Coyotes are vaccinated in advance.

"We only resurrected part of the Sangmen Star, just... you know what I mean, right? When the Sangmen Star was resurrected, it was very likely that he would be in full glory, and he would probably not lose any memories. After all, this kind of No one has tried this before..."

"That's good for us, too."

Du Chengfeng didn't think so.

"At least it gives us a way to understand our opponent... If it doesn't work, we can train him. At worst, we will spend more time. I would like to see if the Sangmen star can beat his younger self."

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to decide the outcome with him?"

The coyote was dumbfounded. He never thought he could fight like this.

"I just said that I always feel that you are more suitable to be a beast than me... How could you do this?"

"It's true that the winner is determined."

Du Chengfeng's words are upright and stern.

"The worst case scenario is that I'll teach him and he uses my skills to challenge his other self. Rounding it off means that the winner will be decided between me and that Sangmenxing."

"This..."

The coyote was silent.

He suddenly felt that bringing the Tin Man to heaven might be the worst decision he had ever made in his life.

He originally thought that he was already a beast enough by giving up his human body and devoting himself to the wild way of preying on the weak. But who would have thought that he would actually meet a master.

On Du Chengfeng's side, after finishing his small talk, he had already moved closer to Zheng Qixing and put his arms around Zheng Qixing's shoulders - so, after drinking a pot of old wine, the two sides began to treat each other like brothers. .

Coyote didn't even see clearly where the Tin Man took out the flagon.

"I'm probably a little older than you, so I call you brother."

Holding Zheng Qixing's shoulders, Du Chengfeng ignored the fact that the person opposite him was clearly older than him, and directly started to increase his seniority.

"I can understand how you feel. Killing someone is indeed a bad thing. After all, if you can live a normal life, who doesn't want to live a normal life?"

"That's true! Brother is right!"

Zheng Qixing, who was blushing from drinking, nodded repeatedly.

"But if you don't have power, you can't do anything. If you want to have the power to protect your life, you can only kill people... Hey, this is the way of the world!"

"That's right! The world is so bad!"

Du Chengfeng also nodded, which made Zheng Qixing agree more and more.

While pushing cups and changing cups, the two of them became close friends for a while and wished they could have sworn sworn friends on the spot.

After drinking, he naturally had to eat, but he couldn't eat on this mountain of corpses, so Du Chengfeng took Zheng Qixing and flew directly back to the coyote's jungle, specifically to let the coyote restore some vegetation. , so under the moonlight, the two of them started the picnic directly, drinking and drinking together, so happy.

Just when they were immersed in the happy atmosphere, a will-o'-the-wisp began to flash in the distant tide of death.

Surrounding the will-o'-the-wisp are countless corpses and soldiers. At this moment, they are all kowtowing in the direction of the will-o'-the-wisp, chanting something in their mouths - so with the blessing of this huge wish, the Sangmen Star, with half of his face rotten, He walked out from the dancing pale will-o'-the-wisp.

Of course, Sangmenxing is just an insulting name given to him by the outside world. After all, studying death will always make people bored. As for himself, he is definitely not called Sangmenxing.

"I am……"

The living corpse with half of its face rotten looked at the corpse soldiers below and announced his name expressionlessly.

"I'm back, I'm immortal, I'm... huh?"

Halfway through the words, the living corpse with half its face rotten suddenly choked.

"Who is this person?"

Looking at the corpse soldiers at their feet, the living corpse was suddenly stunned.

All this should have come naturally. After all, it was just a name. How could he not remember who he was? Such a simple thing...

He really couldn't remember such a simple thing.

But this is normal. After all, no matter how sophisticated the resurrection is, there will always be some shortcomings - if death is regarded as a long sleep, then some necessary things will always be forgotten after waking up.

And this is the so-called lack of soul, but this is not complicated for him who studies death intensively.

If the soul is missing, then just get it together again. Anyway, he is already prepared for this kind of thing - just like now, if he just forgets the name, he can just ask any corpse soldier. After all, he also Say your name often.

"It turns out that I am Zheng Qixing."

After a moment of questioning, the living corpse got the answer he wanted.

But the gathering of souls he wanted did not appear, and he even began to wonder who Zheng Qixing was.

"...What's going on?"

The living corpse became increasingly confused.

A name also means an experience. Normally, when he recalls the name, the experiences related to the name will also appear in his mind - but this time, But he didn't expect any experience at all, as if this name was just a strange empty shell to him.

"What's wrong with me?"

The living corpse is trying hard to recall its past, and the current situation is somewhat abnormal.

Something must have happened, there must be some enemy plotting against him.

So he must prepare a way to deal with the enemy, such as finding his own weapon first...

"……Um?"

The living corpse subconsciously touched his sleeves, but found nothing.

This also made the living corpse even more confused.

Weapon? It seems that he really needs to use a weapon, but where is his weapon? In other words, what is the weapon he often uses?

"Who is that, come here."

Thinking of this, the living corpse called another corpse soldier over and started asking.

He got the answer again. He should be using a dagger, but that was the problem. He had no memory of the dagger in his mind - in fact, he had begun to question why he wanted to use it. Use a short sword. After all, a short sword is not as useful as a long sword. How could he use this kind of weapon that requires close combat to exert its power for so long?

"Oh, you said there is also evil spirit... Wait, what is evil spirit?"

This time, the zombie remembered the answer. Evil spirit is one of the three turbidities. It can be used as power, but it cannot be relied on too much... But the problem is here. How could he forget such an important thing?

"What is going on!"

The zombie has become a little irritable. This is a completely different emotion from the peaceful death.

Originally, he was walking on the road of death, and he should be as calm as death, but his state of mind has already had some cracks.

"Something must have happened in the middle... Oh, I remember! I died once!"

Thinking of this, the zombie finally recalled some memories. That was when he was fighting with a tin man. The tin man claimed to agree with his way of death and even threatened to surpass him in his understanding of death - so at that time he simply gave up the usual fight and started to compete with the tin man in understanding of death.

Of course, it turned out that this insidious tin man deceived him and had no intention of competing with him in the way of death. Instead, he took this opportunity to tear his body apart.

"But I am still alive."

The zombie looked at his dry palm with a fierce look in his eyes.

"This time, I will not be fooled by you again. I want you to experience the true meaning of the way of death!"

No one can understand death itself better than him. The zombie has such confidence.

But the problem is here.

Why did he appear in this death that he could not understand at all?

Why did his memory suddenly become defective? Why can't he remember many things... No, not just many, but more and more things, he began to forget!

"Someone is ahead of me and gathers my soul!"

Rarely, the zombie was shocked.

"Who! Who did it! I will tear him into pieces!"

As he said this, the tide of death also moved with it and surged into the distance.

Although he still didn't know who did it, the zombie could feel that his other souls were over there.

"It's you... It's you!"

The zombie vaguely recalled some memories and identified the enemy in that direction.

That Greedy Wolf Star Lord, and that damned Tin Man...

"It must be you!"

The zombie was furious.

It turned out that his feelings were indeed correct.

Because, at the same time, in front of the barbecue grill in the woods, Du Chengfeng and the coyote, together with seven Zheng Qixing, were already drunk.