in the edge

Chapter 535 Dead but not stiff

Du Chengfeng finally took the sword.

Although Zheng Qixing, with his eight heads, looked like a place where no strangers could enter, the most ferocious face had its eyes closed, while the other seven faces looked like they had just had a drink with them - so after taking a deep breath, he agreed to Zheng Qixing's request.

The sword that looked bloody red turned out to be as smooth as jade in the hand, without any trace of the bloody aura from before.

Especially when he held the hilt of the sword, Du Chengfeng even felt that Zheng Qixing was standing with him.

This is the result of the hard work of the eight Zheng Qixings. It may not be useful to kill others, but it is a sure kill when used to kill Zheng Qixing himself.

The tide of death also left, and Zheng Qixing took them back. Although Zheng Qixing, who now had eight heads, was no longer the unlucky star he once was, he was still prepared to take on all the things his future self would do - he might not be able to fulfill the wishes of all the undead, but he could at least restrain these undead from going out to cause trouble.

During this process, Zheng Qixing will also work hard to let these undead souls return to eternal sleep.

"This is what I should do."

Before leaving, Zheng Qixing left these words.

"Resurrecting the dead is more about attachment to life than research on death... Perhaps it's because I died once, so this future me doesn't want to die no matter what. He seems to be studying death itself, but he's actually looking for a way to achieve immortality."

Having said that, Zheng Qixing shook his head, with an expression of endless emptiness on his face.

"What is the so-called eternal life? Is it eternal happiness or eternal torture? My future self probably never thought about this question. He just regarded survival as his ultimate belief, but he forgot that survival itself has no meaning at all. Life is originally..."

Seeing that the two heads on Zheng Qixing's neck were about to start chanting, Du Chengfeng and Coyote hurriedly sent Zheng Qixing away.

Fighting itself is always the simplest thing. When two sides fight each other in close combat, with swords flying and it is a life-and-death battle, this kind of revenge is often the fastest. The real trouble is often what happens after the battle - just like now, facing the devastation after a great battle, Du Chengfeng and Coyote are already exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Actually... it's still a big loss."

The coyote sighed.

Although theoretically, it was true that they had withstood the external enemy, and not only were they not killed by this powerful being who had mastered the art of death, but they even defeated this powerful being himself. However, as the battlefield for the battle between the two sides, the coyote's cave had already been devastated.

Repairing the cave itself is not a difficult task. After all, Coyote only used his mental strength to open up the cave. However, getting rid of the deathly aura in the cave is not something that can be done in a short time. In fact, Coyote himself cannot stay in the cave for a long time. After all, under the influence of the strong deathly aura, he cannot guarantee that he can stay completely awake.

Once he is not sober, he will be like his cheap mentor, the old man fishing, who will suddenly fall ill without any warning and kill himself in various strange ways.

"Why don't you stay at my place first?"

Du Chengfeng once again donated generously.

"It just so happens that I have an extra cave. It's very big and the environment is suitable for you to live in."

"you……"

Hearing what Du Chengfeng said, Coyote's expression suddenly became subtle.

Yes, it was not until this time that he realized that they had indeed suffered a great loss in this battle, but he was the one who suffered the loss - on the contrary, the Iron Man was not affected at all, but instead got a long sword that could kill a powerful person for nothing. Although this long sword could only be used against a powerful person like Zheng Qixing, he still took something back.

Not only did he not suffer any loss, he did not even return empty-handed. On the other hand, he himself was simply...

“In fact, we still gained something.”

Seeing that Coyote's expression began to look a little strange, Du Chengfeng also noticed the uneven distribution of the spoils.

"For example, this sword..."

"Only one sword."

The coyote's expression became more subtle.

"Can you still split this sword in half?"

"I don't mean the sword itself."

Du Chengfeng shook his head.

"I mean, the technology used to make this sword."

"……oh?"

The coyote suddenly became interested.

Just now, Coyote also saw that it was not an ordinary weapon at all, it was more like Zheng Qixing took out a part of himself - obviously, this technology came from the death star's research on death, after all, the weapons they used were not made in this way.

"Technology sharing."

Du Chengfeng put forward a plan for dividing the spoils in a concise and concise manner.

After knowledge is communicated, it will become two, so neither of them will suffer too much.

Du Chengfeng has never been the kind of person who would eat alone, so he naturally would not let Coyote bear all the losses alone.

"You are so... sorry."

Although he said this, there was no trace of embarrassment on the coyote's face.

"So how is this kind of weapon made?"

"Just touch it and you'll know."

Having said this, Du Chengfeng handed the sword to Coyote.

And when the coyote bit the sword, he vaguely felt the feeling of standing with Zheng Qixing.

This also made Coyote understand the origin of this weapon.

Weapons are, after all, external objects, foreign things - but the coyote never thought about this before. To him, weapons are just weapons, and this has been established since he was still a mortal.

Of course, there is no warrior who doesn't want a weapon that he can wield with ease, and the same goes for Coyote.

So the question lies here. How can one make a weapon communicate with one's mind?

It is actually very difficult to achieve this, after all, the holder and the weapon often have to adapt to each other, but this adaptation also means that neither the holder nor the weapon can actually exert their full potential - from this point of view, those monsters have an advantage, they will directly sacrifice their own claws and fangs into weapons, which are originally part of their bodies.

But this still cannot be considered the best method. After all, there are times when minions are not useful.

However, when faced with this unsolvable problem, the unlucky star found another way.

Due to his understanding of death and souls, the Death Star chose a more advanced solution - that is, to directly extract his own thoughts as a weapon. Of course, this weapon also needs a carrier, so the most ideal carrier is his own flesh and blood. "I was curious at the time, how did the Death Star do it? He cut me into pieces with just a dagger. After all, you know the strength of my body. It is impossible to do this with just a dagger."

Thinking back to the battle that had taken place, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh.

"But now it seems... the answer is actually very simple. The dagger was once used by Zheng Qixing's concubine to kill him. The blade is covered with Zheng Qixing's own blood. So after Zheng Qixing became the Death Star, the dagger became his research material."

Yes, although on the surface it was only a dagger that hit him, but in reality, it was the will of a powerful being that cut him, and the will to die that was directly derived from that will.

Of course, a dagger cannot cut through a body of steel, but willpower can.

After all, a firm will can change everything.

"Then...it's really not a loss."

After understanding all this, the coyote nodded slowly.

"Just this knowledge alone is enough to offset the loss of the cave. Zheng Qixing is really generous... From this perspective, we didn't lose much. After all, we gained more than just this knowledge."

"really."

Du Chengfeng also nodded.

What they gained was not only knowledge, but also the friendship of Zheng Qixing.

It is not the friendship with the evil master Zheng Qixing, but the friendship with the powerful Zheng Qixing. Although this powerful person is not very popular and was even once scolded as a death star, it is not a bad thing to make friends with such a powerful person who specializes in death.

More friends mean more paths, this is what Du Chengfeng has always thought.

So after the division of the spoils, Du Chengfeng once again parted ways with Coyote.

Coyote wanted to go to another cave to rest for a while. This battle had exhausted his energy. As for Du Chengfeng, he also wanted to go to the cave of the fisherman to rest for a while and deal with his spoils.

But he still remembered that he had not yet sharpened the short sword that served as the hilt of the long sword.

The long sword left by Zheng Qixing is strictly speaking a mother-and-child sword. The blood-red blade is also the scabbard, and the dagger serving as the hilt can be pulled out of the scabbard at any time - this saves Du Chengfeng a lot of effort. After all, if this thing is locked too tightly, it would be difficult for him to pull it out.

“That’s the real reward.”

Du Chengfeng returned to the cave and sat beside the pond with the long sword across his knees.

The technique of using souls as weapons can only be regarded as a gift from Zheng Qixing to the two of them. The memories attached to this dagger are Du Chengfeng's real trophy - as long as he polishes this dagger, he will be able to obtain all the energy of a powerful person and get a glimpse of his lifelong learning from it.

This experience can be called a treasure trove, especially for Du Chengfeng, who doesn't know much about the heavenly world yet.

At this moment, Du Chengfeng was already impatient.

"Let me see what you've been through..."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng took out the whetstone and began to sharpen the dagger in his hand.

It was still the familiar trance, and the scene in front of Du Chengfeng became chaotic. He felt like he was being hit by thousands of hammers, a feeling of being forged.

It was clearly a pain like being crushed to pieces, but it made Du Chengfeng feel nostalgic. He hadn't sharpened his knife for a while, and he hadn't felt such a hammering for a while. It even made him reminisce about the past for a moment.

But to Du Chengfeng's surprise, after this forging, the quenching he was familiar with did not appear.

The scene in front of me became blurry again, and the surrounding environment became pitch black.

"what happened?"

Du Chengfeng's heart shuddered. It was the first time he felt this situation while sharpening a knife.

It was at this moment that a large face with half of it rotten suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Finally waiting for you!"

An excited smile appeared on the zombie's face.

"How dare you interact with this sword? Today is the day you die!"

"You...are not dead?"

Du Chengfeng was stunned. The situation before him seemed a little wrong.

He clearly remembered that the zombie should have been suppressed by Zheng Qixing, and at this time, Zheng Qixing directly took the suppressed zombie back - in other words, this zombie was originally one with Zheng Qixing, and now that Zheng Qixing is gone, this zombie should also...

"Why, do you think I shouldn't be here?"

The big face of the unlucky star couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Speaking of which, I should thank you! If you hadn't summoned my former self, I wouldn't have thought that death is so mysterious... This sword was given to you by my former self, right? Aren't you curious about why I lost to my former self?"

"…Because you can't win."

Du Chengfeng answered calmly.

This is not some empty talk, but an objective fact. Facing the seven iron-willed Zheng Qixing, this unlucky star really has no chance of winning.

So this unlucky guy simply chose to admit defeat.

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng suddenly understood why, when Zheng Qixing left, one of the eight heads on his neck was listless with eyes closed - it was because this head, which was supposed to belong to the star of death, had its own arrangements from the very beginning!

Just as Zheng Qixing and others know Death Star well enough, Death Star also knows his past selves very well.

"Ah, judging by your expression, you should understand."

The unlucky star laughed even more wildly.

"Indeed, this is indeed intentional. Since I can't defeat these past selves, I might as well just take advantage of their own tactic... Anyway, to be on the safe side, they will definitely leave something for you. This is his indecisiveness, and it is also his fatal weakness."

Having said this, Death Star's face suddenly turned ferocious.

"But I don't! I don't have these weaknesses! I have seen through everything about you! Now it's my turn to use the same method on you!"

As he said this, the big zombie-like face of the Death Star suddenly pounced towards Du Chengfeng.

"Give me your body, your soul, everything you have!"

(End of this chapter)