The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Heaven and earth.

A pair of black ghosts, above the head of the crying boy.

Li Chuyi slowly opened his eyes, and consciousness returned to himself again. His expression was gloomy, but he was also slowly becoming determined.

As a flower from the same "seed", he could feel that the crying boy was truly dead, without any residual soul or consciousness carrier left behind.

"So that's how everything is."

Li Chuyi sighed softly. At this moment, everything became clear to him. All the secrets that were once hidden in the abyss were revealed and presented before him.

However, he still had a question.

Those are the twelve immortal deities, or the twelve 'spirits of immortal deities'. Why do they let people carry the immortal deities?

In Li Chuyi's opinion, there is absolutely no need for this.

But in the next moment, twelve figures suddenly appeared in front of him, all of them had strange smiles on their faces, staring at him.

Wang, Changle, Gongbei, Weiyang, Qingting, Xingluo, Bingxian, Fugui, Jieyi, Huachao...

These twelve people are actually the immortals of this generation, but their bodies have been controlled by the 'Spirit of Immortality'.

Li Chuyi took a quick look and found that the immortal destiny with the character "果" fell on his deceased wife, and the one carrying the immortal destiny with the character "杀" was a man he did not know.

But it can be speculated that it was probably the one who killed Rong Yan and Tu Mu.

"Li Chuyi, where did your consciousness go before?", 'Bingxian' asked with a smile.

"You're dreaming, what's it to you?" Li Chuyi replied coldly.

Hearing this, the killing immortal man manifested a blood sword in his hand, "Why are you talking so much? Just kill him directly."

Hearing this, the 'funeral fairy' slowly shook his head.

"You can't kill him yet."

"Believe it or not, even if we kill him a hundred or a thousand times, he will still come back to life."

"Besides, he is now in the eighth dimension, his mind is unstable, and it is difficult to imprison him. What if he voluntarily abandons his body, soul, and consciousness and escapes into the eighth dimension?"

“I don’t know where he will pop up next time.”

The corners of the 'Burial Immortal''s lips curved up, and he continued: "Whether in 'reality' or 'falsehood', the twelve of us are the biggest piece of the sky, and no one can ever overturn it."

"So, keep him for now."

On the other side, Li Chuyi said nothing.

The words "funeral immortal" seemed to be correct, but he was not sure how much of it was true or false, or whether there were other intentions.

But he was right about one thing.

If we kill Li Chuyi, other people will appear, and we will keep killing them and they will keep appearing.

All we can say is "a thought and the flower blooms", it's so terrifying, as long as the "flower seeds" exist, the flowers will bloom and fade continuously, repeating endlessly.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Li Chu said expressionlessly.

"Of course, some small things." The Funeral Immortal smiled.

Li Chuyi pondered for a moment, looking at the familiar faces, such as Xingluo, Qingting, Fugui and others.

His voice and appearance were still there, but now he is dead and unknown.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask: "For you, it has its own logic, which overrides everything."

He lowered his head again and looked at the remains of the word fairy cast on the "Black Twin Devils".

His tone was low, "I really don't understand why you let people bear immortal lives time and time again, but in the end, you kill them again."

Hearing this, the twelve figures burst into laughter at the same time.

The laughter was mocking and piercing, like a sharp blade. The extremely discordant tone made Li Chuyi shudder for no reason, and he even couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Seeing this, they laughed even more wantonly, with a strong hint of sarcasm in their voices.

After a few moments, Fugui suddenly restrained his expression and stared at him fiercely.

He said in a fierce voice: "Why?"

"Hehe, you ask me why?"

"Because if I don't do this, I will feel uncomfortable. I feel so uncomfortable that I want to hit my head against the wall and die. It's like countless ants are biting me non-stop. Do you understand now?"

Hearing this, Li Chuyi was stunned.

"Uncomfortable?"

He never expected that this would be the answer.

“You are feeling sad, but don’t those countless lives that were killed feel sad?” Li Chuyi asked angrily.

However, the twelve figures all looked at him with cold eyes.

"You know nothing," said Fugui disdainfully.

"Money is endless, desire is hard to satisfy."

"For me, these infinite worlds, whether 'real' or 'false', everything tangible or intangible in them can be regarded as money."

“And they are all mine.”

At this point, a hint of scarlet gradually appeared in Fugui's eyes.

"They are my money, but where can I fill my ever-growing desire for money?"

Fugui panted heavily and continued, "I want more money, but unfortunately, I can't do anything about it."

"Because I couldn't get enough, I could only watch my ever-increasing desire for money eat away at myself bit by bit..."

Suddenly, Fugui returned to normal with a smile on his face.

He said, "It's so uncomfortable. It's really so uncomfortable that I'm dying."

"So, we have to find a way to make ourselves more comfortable."

"Am I right?"

Hearing this, Li Chuyi's eyebrows trembled slightly.

"So, that's why you keep letting living beings bear immortal lives time and time again?"

He had roughly understood what was going on.

Not far away, 'Fugui' nodded.

"of course."

"The twelve immortal lives all have different methods of cultivation."

"Take me as an example. A practitioner needs to fill six money holes."

"Every time a money hole is filled, the power of the money immortal life that he can exert will become stronger."

"Fugui" said this, his tone sounding particularly nonchalant.

"To tell you the truth, these cultivation methods were actually invented by us."

"If we are willing, we can just find someone to carry the immortal life. Why is it necessary to go through so much trouble?"

Li Chuyi lowered his head.

"I understand. You guys are tinkering with those methods of cultivating immortality."

"The purpose is to select the 'medicine' that can cure your discomfort."

Upon hearing this, Fugui couldn't help but look him up and down.

"Oh, that's pretty smart."

"The reason why I feel miserable is that my desire for money cannot be released and satisfied."

"But what about those Qian Zixiu?"

"When they were cultivating their immortal life, it was the exact opposite."

"You need to constantly control your desire for money, otherwise you will fall into its trap and die."

"Only by doing this to the end can they successfully bear the immortal life."

'Fugui' shook his head and sighed again.

"But they don't know how hard they've worked."

"It's just a 'medicine' I picked out to control my desire for money, so that I don't feel so bad."

"However, this 'medicine' can only provide temporary relief."

"So, we keep letting new creatures carry immortal life, which is to constantly change the 'medicine'."