in the edge

Chapter 531: Resurrection of the Shareholding System

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

This made them think for a moment that they had resurrected the wrong person. After all, this man who called himself Zheng Qixing didn't look like a powerful person at all - of course, it was also possible that the Death Star instinctively disguised himself when he realized that he was at a disadvantage. As a powerful person, he must have some reaction speed.

Therefore, Du Chengfeng wanted to kill him on the spot as soon as possible. On the one hand, it was to test his own strength, and on the other hand, it was to guard against any sneak attack from this unlucky star.

But the coyote's movements were even faster than his. Before Du Chengfeng could make a move, the bright moonlight had already outlined the shape of a wild wolf out of thin air. The wild wolf pounced on the pile of corpses in an instant, and bit Zheng Qixing's neck with its bloody mouth.

The man who called himself Zheng Qixing struggled very hard, but was still no match for the wild wolf outlined by the moonlight.

"Who the hell are you!"

Zheng Qixing, whose neck was about to be bitten off, screamed desperately.

"Why did you attack me? Is this my retribution?"

"This is... a test."

The coyote was silent for a moment, but still 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 was really the Death Star in disguise, then he wouldn't be unable to defeat even a wild wolf... Although the strength of this wild wolf is almost the same as that of an ordinary evil spirit master, it is a powerful one after all. He only needs to wave his hand casually, even if it can eject a little death intent, it can directly..."

"Ah this."

Du Chengfeng scratched his head.

"what do you mean……"

"Our resurrection may be real."

The coyote nodded.

"But I don't know which part of him was resurrected... It's probably the part before he went to heaven."

"You can find out if you just ask."

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

Then, the two of them flew back.

At the time they were talking, the man who called himself Zheng Qixing had been walking on the pile of corpses for a while. Facing these skeletons that were once so easy to control in the hands of the Death Star that they were not even as big as ants, a look of fear appeared on Zheng Qixing's face - as the Death Star who was resurrected, he was actually afraid of even this little bit of death, which was a bit too outrageous.

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

"Why should we be afraid?"

Du Chengfeng finally couldn't help but speak.

"These are all yours..."

"Isn't it all my fault?"

Zheng Qixing sighed.

"That's right, no wonder I got such retribution... I knew that evil spirits were problematic from the beginning."

"Ah this."

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

The other party's expression did not seem fake, whether it was the fear just now or the current attitude of compassion, it all looked real - but that was the problem, a real death star was not like this, let alone a few deaths, the things that the death star did were much more cruel and insane.

For example, when the old fisherman was young, he failed to discover the plan of the unlucky star, which resulted in a disaster that should have killed millions or even tens of millions of people, but ended with only tens of thousands of people dead. Obviously, compared with that inhumane plan, this mountain of corpses is nothing.

But this mountain of corpses, not even a hair's breadth, was enough to terrify Zheng Qixing. He even closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look anymore.

"Is it such a contrast?"

Du Chengfeng was a little overwhelmed. He suddenly wanted to sharpen the dagger on the spot to see what this unlucky guy had experienced when he was young.

But it would definitely not be 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 no threat, the originally expected fierce battle could not be fought. Instead, they now had to worry about whether Zheng Qixing would be scared to death on the spot by the current drawing of hell.

After all, no matter how outrageous Zheng Qixing is, he is still a part of the Death Star. If Zheng Qixing dies, doesn't it mean that the Death Star can be resurrected in its prime?
"Actually, this kind of thing doesn't necessarily count that way."

The coyotes were well prepared.

"We only resurrected a part of that Death Star, just... you know what I mean, right? When that Death Star is resurrected, it is very likely that he will be in his prime. He will probably not lose any memories. After all, no one has ever 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 that doesn't work, we can train him. It will just take a little more time. I want to see if that unlucky guy can beat my younger self."

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to compete with him?"

The coyote was stunned by what he heard. He never thought that he could fight like this.

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

"It is true that the winner is determined."

Du Chengfeng spoke righteously and sternly.

"At worst, I can teach him, and he can use my skills to challenge my other self. Then, rounding it off, that means I've won against that unlucky guy."

"You this..."

The coyote remained silent.

He suddenly felt that bringing the tin man to the sky might be the worst decision he had ever made in his life.

Originally, he thought that he had been a beast enough by giving up his human body and plunging into the wild way of the jungle, but who could have imagined that he would actually meet a master.

As for Du Chengfeng, after finishing his small talk, he moved closer to Zheng Qixing and put his arm around his shoulders - so, after drinking a pot of old wine, both sides started to call each other brothers.

The coyote didn't even see where the Tin Man took the wine jug out from.

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

Holding Zheng Qixing's shoulder, Du Chengfeng completely ignored the fact that the man on the other side was obviously older than him, and directly started to add seniority to him.

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

"That's true! Big brother is right!"

Zheng Qixing, whose face was red 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... Oh, this is the damn world!" "That's right! The world is too bad!"

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

As they drank and chatted, the two of them suddenly regarded each other as close friends and wanted to become sworn brothers on the spot.

After drinking, they naturally had to eat, but they couldn't eat on this mountain of corpses, so Du Chengfeng pulled Zheng Qixing and flew directly back to the coyote's jungle, specifically letting the coyotes restore some vegetation. Then, under the moonlight, the two men and the coyote started their picnic, toasting each other and having a great time.

Just as they were immersed in the happy atmosphere, a ghost fire began to flash in the tide of death in the distance.

The ghost fire was surrounded by countless dead soldiers. At this moment, they were all kneeling in the direction of the ghost fire, muttering something in their mouths. With the blessing of this huge wish power, the death star with half of his face rotten walked out from the leaping pale ghost fire.

Of course, "Death Star" is just an insulting name given to him by the outside world. After all, studying death is always annoying. As for himself, he is definitely not called "Death Star".

"I'm……"

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

"I am back. I am immortal. I am... huh?"

Halfway through his words, the zombie with half of his face rotted away suddenly choked.

"Who is this sir?"

Looking at the corpses of soldiers under his feet, the zombie was suddenly stunned.

All this should have happened 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 flaws - if death is regarded as a long sleep, then after waking up, one will always forget some necessary things.

This is the so-called loss of soul, but it is not complicated for him who has studied death in depth.

If the soul is missing, then just gather it again. Anyway, he is prepared for this kind of thing - just like now, if he just forgot his name, he can just find a corpse soldier to ask, after all, he often says his name.

"So I'm Zheng Qixing."

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

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

"……what happened?"

The zombies became more and more confused.

A name means an experience. Normally, when he thinks of this name, the experiences related to this name will also emerge in his mind - but this time, he did not think of any experience at all, as if this name was just a strange empty shell to him.

"What's wrong with me?"

The zombie tried hard to recall his past, but the current situation was somewhat abnormal.

Something must have happened. There must be an enemy plotting against him.

Therefore, he must prepare ways to fight the enemy, such as finding his own weapon first...

"……Um?"

The zombie subconsciously reached out to touch his sleeve, but found nothing.

This also made the zombies even more confused.

Weapons? He seemed to be using weapons, but where were his weapons? Or, what were the weapons he often used?

"Hey you, come here."

Thinking of this, the zombie called another corpse soldier over and began to question him.

He got the answer again. He should have used a dagger, but there was the problem. He didn't have any memory of the dagger in his mind. In fact, he had begun to question why he used a dagger. After all, a dagger was not as easy to use as a long sword. How could he use this weapon that required 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 strength, but it cannot be relied on too much... But therein lies the problem. How could he forget such an important thing?

"what is going on!"

The zombies have become a little irritable, which is a completely different emotion from a peaceful death.

Originally walking on the road of death, he should have been as calm as death, but his state of mind already had some cracks.

"Something must have happened... Oh, I remember now! I died once!"

Thinking of this, the zombie finally recalled some memories. It 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 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 the insidious Tin Man had deceived him and had no intention of competing with him in the Way of Death. Instead, he took the opportunity to tear his body apart.

"But I am still alive."

The zombie looked at his dry palms with fierce eyes.

"This time, I will not be fooled by you again. I want you to experience for yourself the true meaning of the Way of Death!"

No one understands death itself better than him, the zombie has such confidence.

But that’s where the problem lies.

Why did something happen in this death that he could not understand at all?
Why did his memory suddenly become defective? Why couldn't he remember many things... No, not just many things, but more and more things that he couldn't remember!
"Someone is one step ahead of me and is gathering my soul!"

Rarely, the zombies were horrified.

"Who! Who did it? I will cut him into pieces!"

As he spoke this, the tide of death began to move and surged towards the distance.

Although it is still unknown who did it, the zombie can feel that his other souls are 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 have been you guys who did it!"

The zombies were furious.

It turns out that his feelings were indeed correct.

It was because, at the same time, in front of the barbecue grill in the woods, Du Chengfeng and Coyote, along with seven Zheng Qixings, were already drunk.

(End of this chapter)