In the Blade

Naturally, nothing can be revealed about a dead body, at least not to other people.

But for Du Chengfeng, it's a different matter. After all, he already knows that there is no real death in this world. Just like the Xiangtou just suffered a fatal injury, he can still stand up through mental blessing. He can do the same here. To bring the dead Xiangtou back from his long sleep again.

Although it was true that he was not good at this aspect, Zheng Qixing, who was proficient in death, happened to be still wandering around the town without leaving.

"Isn't this...not good?"

When Du Chengfeng went to the mansion outside the king's house, Zheng Qixing, who was still looking after the corpse soldier, hesitated.

"My little brother wants to let these dead souls rest in peace, but it's not like before that they can't let these dead souls rest in peace. It's really a bit difficult to do this kind of thing..."

For this reason, he actually wanted to refuse, and the reasons were even very good. This kind of thing had a serious conflict with Zheng Qixing's own practice - if he was the former Sangmenxing, it would be natural for him to do such a thing. But now Zheng Qixing's cultivation direction has gone completely in the opposite direction, so naturally it is no longer easy to do this kind of thing of resurrecting the souls of the dead.

"Ah, how about I do it myself?"

Du Chengfeng started scratching his head.

It's not impossible for him to do it on his own, but it's hard to say whether he can achieve success. After all, the person he wants to resurrect this time is not a strong man with a strong will as strong as iron, but an ordinary person who burns incense - maybe the other party has the blessing of Wushi Powder It can make one's will so strong that it can be called crazy, but after the effect of the medicine wears off and the person turns into a corpse, Du Chengfeng is actually not sure whether the person's spirit can sustain the resurrection.

However, since the matter was here, he had to do it, so Du Chengfeng simply prepared to force it.

"Forget it, let me do it my little brother."

Seeing that Du Chengfeng was really ready to force himself, Zheng Qixing sighed and agreed.

After all, if he does it himself, things will still be under control. But if Du Chengfeng is allowed to do it, God knows what the undead will become - although according to Du Chengfeng, this undead was doing He had committed some sins, but in Zheng Qixing's eyes, this undead soul was just an undead soul.

Sins are reserved for the living, and Zheng Qixing has always treated the sleeping souls equally.

"Fortunately, this corpse is still quite warm, so there is no need to make any other preparations... But I have agreed in advance that after you finish asking my questions, brother, you must let this undead sleep well."

"rest assured."

After seeing the corpse gradually opening his eyes, Du Chengfeng also nodded slowly.

Facts have proved that Zheng Qixing's secret method is indeed reliable. In just a moment, Xiangtou, who was already dead, woke up again - but the first thing that happened to Xiangtou when he woke up was not panic. , but ecstasy, that expression of joy is simply unparalleled.

"Bless me in my next life, Maitreya! I am immortal..."

Snap——

Before he finished speaking, Du Chengfeng, who couldn't stand it anymore, slapped Xiangtou on the face.

Perhaps it was because the body that had died once was too fragile, even though Du Chengfeng had carefully controlled the force, the Xiangtou's neck was still twisted twice on the spot, and his head was turned towards the direction of his back.

But even so, the Xiangtou was still conscious, and even took the initiative to twist the twisted neck again, and continued to scream at Du Chengfeng - as for the content of the scream, it was nothing more than the blessing of Maitreya in the past life, and he was If he is immortal, no matter what method Du Chengfeng uses here, it will be meaningless. When Maitreya comes to this world in the afterlife, he will definitely receive retribution.

Facing Xiangtou who was unable to communicate, Du Chengfeng could only turn his head and look at Zheng Qixing.

"What can you do?"

"this……"

Zheng Qixing was also a little confused. Obviously, he had experienced a lot as a knight, but he had never seen such a villain before.

As for the name of the deceased Maitreya, Zheng Qixing didn't even know it. Even if Du Chengfeng asked repeatedly, Zheng Qixing still looked at a loss - this was not even a matter of his lack of knowledge. After inheriting the position of Sangmenxing After that, Zheng Qixing also inherited everything from this future self, including strength, knowledge, insight, and even various aspects.

However, after searching for the information in his mind, Zheng Qixing still could not find any clues related to "Paramount Maitreya".

"This is not right."

Zheng Qixing also frowned.

If it were anyone else, they would have never heard of it. After all, everyone has their own lives, so it would be normal for them to have never heard of it - but this is not the case for Zheng Qixing. He still manages a large number of people under his command. The knowledge and information about the dead souls was almost as if he himself had understood them.

The information of the dead souls comes from the mortal world, and the information of Zheng Qixing himself comes from the sky. No relevant information can be found on either side, which means that whether it is between the powerful people or the mortals, they actually have no relationship. I know very well what happened to Maitreya in his past life.

But looking at the appearance of the incense head, this Maitreya in the past life doesn't even look like something new.

"...Is there really any explanation?"

Du Chengfeng was also a little surprised. He didn't expect Zheng Qixing to react so strongly.

"Didn't you say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

"this……"

Zheng Qixing smiled sheepishly.

That was indeed a bit embarrassing, after all, he was not willing to help at first, but now that he heard the name "Rebirth Maitreya", Zheng Qixing inexplicably felt a sense of crisis in his heart - especially the word "rebirth", which sounded so eye-catching that Zheng Qixing almost held his breath and concentrated immediately.

After all, he was doing the same job now.

He was trying to let these dead souls return to eternal sleep, which was actually equivalent to sending these dead souls to rebirth.

"So it's because of the same profession!"

Du Chengfeng immediately understood what Zheng Qixing meant.

As the saying goes, actors hope to win awards, and crosstalk performers hope to die. Zheng Qixing is not a crosstalk performer, but the crisis brought by this kind of colleagues is even stronger - after all, crosstalk performers will not chop each other with weapons, but the great ones will really fight to the death.

Especially in this situation where the Taoism is extremely similar, it can almost be said that the two sides must be separated.

For these powerful people, seeing a person of the same lineage reach a higher position than themselves almost negates everything about him, which is no different from killing him.

In fact, death can be considered a better ending, after all, death does not mean that he will be eaten up.

But for powerful people like Zheng Qixing who have studied death, they have ten thousand ways to make their opponents unable to die. After all, even the dead soul has its own value. Before contributing the final value, death is too extravagant.

"Anyway, try to ask the question first, this kid..."

Looking at the still shouting Xiangtou, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but have a headache.

Obviously, this Xiangtou was the kind of person who was eaten up. Even though he had died once, he was still shouting the name of the Reborn Maitreya - although this Xiangtou seemed to have independent consciousness, his thoughts and ideas had basically been swallowed up by the Reborn Maitreya of unknown origin.

Just chanting the name of Maitreya, and opening his mouth to say Maitreya is coming, this is not something a rational and normal person can do.

Moreover, this is too noisy.

"Let me do it, I know what's going on this time."

After realizing that it was probably his colleagues who were causing trouble, Zheng Qixing no longer had the intention to hold back, so he raised his hand and waved, and the incense head who was still shouting fell into a stagnation.

This suppressed most of the incense head's consciousness, and it was also the way Zheng Qixing usually suppressed those dead souls. This was the posture of asking questions seriously.

However, Du Chengfeng held Zheng Qixing down at this time. He didn't want Zheng Qixing to ask about "Maitreya" when he opened his mouth. After all, if he really asked like this, it would be too unskilled, and the incense head would definitely give a long speech like before.

As a head of the police, Du Chengfeng has his own professional qualities, and he also knows a little about interrogation methods.

"How many people are there in your sect? Where do you usually gather?"

"I don't know."

The dumbfounded Xiangtou shook his head stiffly.

"I don't know, I don't know."

"...Hmm?"

Du Chengfeng frowned slightly.

How could he not know how many people there were? He didn't even know where the gathering place was? What was wrong with this group of people?

"Then you know."

"Rebirth of Maitreya..."

The Xiangtou opened his mouth and said the same old thing, which made Du Chengfeng directly hold his mouth and press it back.

Du Chengfeng was a little scratching his head for a while after failing to ask. Now it seems that this kind of torture and interrogation is not really his strong point - if this Xiangtou has any weapons on him, it is actually good. He can directly learn about this Xiangtou's past by polishing the weapons. It is equivalent to directly adjusting the surveillance, and things will become very clear immediately.

But there is a problem here.

This Xiangtou has no weapons on him.

This incense head is made with the strength of the mind, and no weapon is needed at all. The firm will is his sharp blade, and the incense stick mixed with Wushisan is his knife handle. If this method is used, ordinary people in the martial arts world will die. There is really no need for any weapon.

But this also made Du Chengfeng a little numb for a while. It was the first time he encountered such a situation where there was no weapon to sharpen.

"Unless..."

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but think of a battle a long time ago.

That was the fight between him and the Southern Chen Taizu, and it was also one of the few battles in which he did not sharpen his weapon - just because the Southern Chen Taizu himself was the weapon. At that time, he touched the Southern Chen Taizu and was directly pulled into the Southern Chen Taizu's past experience. This is also an extremely rare and special situation.

So from now on...

"Can people also be considered weapons?"

Du Chengfeng began to fall into contemplation.

Theoretically, no, after all, people don't have blades or handles, and they are not made of iron, so they are naturally not related to weapons - but from an abstract perspective, people can really be considered weapons, and even people may be the best weapons.

Of course, this does not mean that people can be picked up and used to make a one-legged bronze man lance, but that people themselves do have the potential to be weapons.

Or, people themselves have the potential to be tools.

Just like this incense head, for the hidden Maitreya behind, it is a useful tool. This useful tool can increase believers for himself, harvest incense and vows, and can even be thrown out at a critical moment to cause chaos and guide the situation to the direction he needs - of course, when necessary, this useful tool can even be used to kill people. After all, judging from the meaning of this incense head, even if he is asked to die for Maitreya, he is willing.

Anyway, this incense head believed the words of Maitreya from the beginning, thinking that death does not exist at all. No matter how many times he dies, he can be resurrected again until he goes to the Pure Land.

"From what this incense head said, it should be the great power behind it."

Zheng Qixing's face has already looked a little ugly.

"Death is dead, this kind of thing should not be passed down. It is not an ordinary person to know how to use this kind of thing."

"So I came to you."

Du Chengfeng said this, but he was still thinking about the idea just now.

If people can also be used as weapons, then people can indeed be polished - or in other words, he has polished mountains and rivers, so there is no reason why people cannot be polished. What's more, what is in front of him now can't even be considered a person, but a ghost, and the previous death star has also used the ghost as a weapon.

In other words, the ghost itself can be polished, and its memory can be extracted.

Or in other words, there is nothing in this world that cannot be polished!

"What's wrong?"

Zheng Qixing on the side has already noticed that Du Chengfeng's expression is a little bit wrong.

"Is there something wrong? Look at your face..."

"It's okay, I just realized something."

Du Chengfeng smiled, but he felt relieved.

This is really realizing something. He hasn't felt so relaxed for a while. Although it is just a small step forward in thinking, it is a big step forward in terms of ability.

Since in this idealistic world where ghosts have been seen, as long as the will is firm, everything is possible.

Then when he firmly believes that the corpse of the incense head in front of him is a weapon, he can also polish the corpse itself like polishing a weapon!

"Please help me and ask Mr. Wang to bring a big wooden barrel over, and also hot water and towels, and preferably some soap beans."

"...What are you going to do?"

Zheng Qixing was stunned and didn't understand what this meant for a while.

Why do you suddenly have to use these things? What does this have to do with the question?

"Of course it has something to do with it."

Du Chengfeng pointed to the corpse of the incense head in front of him.

"I want to give him a bath."