Casting spells

"Do you think death is the end of everything? Then what is after the end?" Xu Ying didn't repeat what he said before this time, but raised a new question.

"After the end?" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought again.

Undoubtedly, such compulsively induced questions usually have only two purposes, one is to drive people crazy, and the other is to make people think deeply until they find the correct answer.

Of course, if the person answering the question is not smart enough, or has insufficient knowledge reserves, the possibility of being driven crazy is also very high.

After all, you will never know whether the person who makes this kind of thing is more inclined to rational materialism or emotional idealism.

This is just like the definition of death, which often has two types: philosophical and physiological. The latter emphasizes the external characteristics of various organs of the body, while the former emphasizes the abstract spirit. It is not only used to describe the creature itself, but is often used to describe it. used elsewhere.

Chapter 8 The Mystery of Death

"You think death is the end of all things? So what's after the end?"

"Are you sure that death is the real end?"

"When everything withers, what is the meaning of death?"

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After answering the first question, the black phantom seems to have been activated by the internal artificial intelligence program, asking questions one after another from different angles, just like a buzzing fly. .

If it wasn't for the fear that destroying it would cause irreparable damage to the entire consciousness space, Zhang Cheng would have used the characteristics of his own magical soul to slap this broken mouth to death.

But unfortunately, he can only think about it at most right now, and can't put it into practice, and he is even more unwilling to answer any questions before figuring out the specific situation.

Because in the mysterious space purely composed of consciousness, no one knows what serious consequences the use of supernatural power will cause, let alone whether it will cause harm to oneself.

Although there are times when Zhang Cheng doesn't mind releasing the crazy side hidden in his subconscious, but it's definitely not now.

He squinted his eyes in silence for a long time, and at the same time observed for a long time, then he said to the black phantom in a tentative tone: "Why are you so obsessed with death? If you really represent some kind of mystery of death, why are you still alive?" ? Don’t tell me that undead are not living beings, even undead will decay in the face of ultimate death.”

"..."

This time, the black shadow didn't make a sound, and the eyes that were originally lifeless suddenly shone with a gleam of light.

"Ah, it seems that I discovered your little secret."

How could Zhang Cheng, who has always been a keen observer, fail to notice the strangeness of the flash, and immediately leaned forward, looking directly at the face of the other party with only bones left: "Tell me, what is death in your understanding?" What is it? And who created this understanding of death?"

"You are very smart, mortal, and you are one of the smartest mortals I have met." A faint red light emerged from the phantom's skull-like eye sockets.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Cheng immediately nodded in satisfaction: "Sure enough, as I expected, you are intelligent, or this space is intelligent, right? But I am curious, you said I am you One of the smartest mortals ever met means someone else has figured out this little secret too."

"That's right! The last person who found me was also as young as you, the only difference is that his mental state was a little bit crazy, full of all kinds of whimsical ideas. Oh, I remembered, his The name is Faust." Xu Ying raised his hand and touched his jawbone, as if recalling the distant past.

"Faust? What did he get from you?" Zhang Cheng's face was calm, obviously he had expected the result long ago.

After all, Faust had given him this book. As the holder, it would be strange if he didn't get what he wanted from it.

"A little bit about the mysteries of death. To be precise, I led him on the road of death, becoming the last mortal in this world who can control the rules of death. Now, tell me, you are eager to pry into the mysteries of death and Are you willing to pay the price for this?" Xu Ying opened his arms and seduced loudly in an extremely serious tone.

If it was another person, he might not be able to resist the desire for strength, and agreed without hesitation.

But how could Zhang Cheng be fooled by this, and he pursed his lips and sneered: "Huh! Don't you think that before you say this, you should introduce your own history, for example, who created you, and for example, what you said What is the price?"

"Oh? Compared with knowledge and power, you seem to be more curious about my origin?" It was obviously the first time that Xu Ying encountered this kind of intruder who did not play cards according to common sense, and his attitude suddenly became cold.

"I'm just more cautious than most people. At the same time, I understand that the more you gain, the more you lose. There is no way in the world that you can easily obtain power without paying a price. If you really master the mystery of death , then the price of exchanging it must not be too low." Zhang Cheng calmly analyzed.

"What if I don't want to give an answer? Are you going to be trapped in the world of consciousness forever?" Xu Ying asked fearlessly.

Zhang Cheng shook his head meaningfully: "No! This place can't trap me. As long as I want, I can destroy it at any time, but I need to pay such a small price."

"Impossible! This is a world completely made up of consciousness. According to the rules, only one person's consciousness can enter at a time. To destroy it, at least two complete and independent consciousnesses are required."

"Hehe, well, it seems that I need to show my uniqueness..."

The voice just fell!

Zhang Cheng's body, which was completely composed of consciousness, suddenly began to tremble, and not long after, another person who looked exactly like him but had the opposite temperament appeared.

"This...how is this possible!!!!" Xu Ying shouted tremblingly.

You must know that in the world of consciousness, there is no way to use any illusion magic. An independent consciousness is one person, and two independent consciousnesses are two people.

"Damn it! Why did you wake me up?" Another Zhang Cheng roared angrily.

"Sorry, I ran into a little trouble and need your help." Zhang Cheng himself shrugged his shoulders pretending to be innocent, and didn't take the yelling to heart at all.

No need to ask, he awakened the second personality that was born when he awakened his psychic powers.

"I want control of my body for three days!" The other Zhang Cheng immediately offered the terms of exchange after he figured out the situation.

"Yes! But you have to promise that you won't destroy my plan."

"make a deal!"

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Since the sub-personality produced by psychic powers does not have strong rejection and confrontation with the main personality like most psychopaths with dual personality, the two quickly reached an agreement and set their threatening eyes on the only opponent.

Xu Ying was obviously scared, and immediately asked nervously: "You... what do you want to do?"

"It's very simple, we want to know all the secrets of the entire consciousness space including you." When the protagonist said this, there was undisguised malice in his eyes.

"Of course, you can also choose to keep a secret. But please believe me, this choice may not be very good for you. No matter who created you, you have your own life and consciousness, even in order to continue To live, it is best to tell us your choice after careful consideration." The sub-personality is even more naked, with strong threats between the lines.

After all, psychic powers are originally a kind of supernatural power born from self-awareness. As long as the master and deputy personalities join hands, the instant opposing ideas will be enough to easily tear the consciousness space into pieces.

Chapter 8 The Mystery of Death

It is said that there is nothing scarier than meeting a madman with a brilliant mind and clear logical thinking.

If there is, it is encountering two at the same time.

Obviously, the phantom standing in the spiritual world has encountered similar troubles right now, and these two lunatics are absolutely capable of destroying the entire space, destroying themselves that have existed for thousands of years.

As a saying goes, life without intelligence is not afraid of death, even death itself.

The end of all things means nothingness, the denial of all possibility and existence, and also the eternal silence.

Anything with independent thought and wisdom will instinctively resist such a result.

After a long silence, this phantom representing the entire space of consciousness finally compromised helplessly, and said in a slightly ethereal voice: "I was born in Egypt in ancient times, and I was created by Anubis, the god of death. At the beginning, he just grasped it as a notebook that simply recorded the death list, but as the recorded names became more and more complex, I was given a new ability, which is to guide the souls of mortals Go to the kingdom of the dead. And it is this ability that allows me to see the real mystery of death, it never belongs to any god, and it will never be controlled by God, God has only obtained part of its authority."

"You are "Book of the Dead"?!" Zhang Cheng's protagonist's eyes lit up instantly.