Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

"For thousands of years, or rather, since the emergence of the human species, the most discussed topic, and the eternal one, is life and death. When people die, where do they go? Why didn't they come back after leaving? What happened to them after that?"

A pedant in a gray suit, who took the host's words, thought for a moment and then spoke eloquently, saying: "This is a philosophical question, and philosophy is mostly far-fetched, only to verify our own opinions, so it is more reasonable for us to look at it from a scientific point of view." Strictly speaking, those people never really died, but collapsed, resulting in the deconstruction of the original substance, and became another structure for their existence. In fact, these were described in early religions. "

"Well, it seems very interesting, do you think this is the kind of world that is often mentioned in the Far East? will you go to a certain dimension, and then there will be various doors, or spots of light?

That's a metaphor, not the end. Each person who experiences a near-death experience has a very different sensory experience. Some will stand in a flowing river, some will be stuck in a huge canyon, and some will simply appear on a train. In fact, none of them really went to the Pure Land after death, but only stayed on the surface. This space is called the line of life and death. "

"Since people have a way back when they die, then our theme, souls and ghosts, why don't they stay, play the world? How did this come about? If there are a lot of such things, why can't we see them on weekdays, and if they see them, they will scare half their lives?"

"That's because the space is different because the matter is different. The vision of bacteria is a straight line, and they can't see anything else; the caterpillar's vision is only front and back, left and right, and it can't tell the difference between up and down; our vision is defined as three-dimensional, and higher organisms live in five dimensions, so you ask what about four dimensions? Four dimensions is a concept, and you can't actually go there. The world that life sees is very different, some of which are spheres and shapes that we observe, and the same thing, in the eyes of higher beings, is linear or even teardrop-shaped. Therefore, ordinary people cannot see it in reality, and if they can't see it, it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. "

"So, what kind of life do you think souls and ghosts, since they have been verified to exist?"

"It's a huge and difficult problem to generalize, and if you studied it half a century ago, it would have been criticized as heresy, so it needs to be illustrated by example. In fact, humans are a particularly awkward form of life, which is one level lower than all the initial stages of life. And the soul is the most rustic initial stage, like the original configuration of a computer just leaving the factory. Therefore, the soul can span length, breadth, and different time and space, and initially has the vision of a five-dimensional being. As for ghosts or demons, they are terrifying on the surface, but they are very pitiful things, and they are far from being a form, but the product of incomplete transitions or failed transformations after the deconstruction of matter. There's something called a goat, and that's it. "

Many years later, a program suddenly appeared on the big TV network, called Grafting the Chasm. And it doesn't choose to broadcast in prime time, one episode a week, and the most puzzling thing is that it turned down all sponsors, and there were no interstitial ads in the two-hour show. When it was first broadcast, because this kind of theme was a cliché, there were few clicks. But as time passed, some people gradually discovered many strange phenomena of this show, so there were more and more onlookers, and a phenomenal variety show gradually formed.

Because of the explosion of the grafting chasm, a series of rising stars followed, such as the dark side of time, the silk thread on the other side, meeting in another world, and so on. The reason that people have never been able to figure out is who the financier behind the show is. At this moment, I am sitting on the sofa, drinking a little wine and nibbling on the pig's hand watching those answers that are sitting on the front of the box, and I feel extremely funny, that is because the buyers of these shows are all well-known families in the dark world and the pan-world, they don't care about money, but hope to popularize these common sense, and raise the awareness of the masses, so that when the unexpected situation suddenly comes, people can have a psychological warm-up.

Then you have to ask, what is the purpose of this? This is because the pace of war is already at hand. When will it erupt, in what form, how many lives will it be swept in, and how many families will be annihilated? No one knows.

As a young owl, through years of research, I slowly learned how to drift the time and space line, or step on the starlight jump, compared to the many battles I have experienced, the battle of the Stone Gorge of Condia on the night of September 10, 1998 is insignificant, but it is the beginning of all the cruel dreams I have experienced, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life. From a simple point, it extends and expands, involving the joys and sorrows of countless people, the collapse of faith, and all kinds of regrets, all of which are entangled in this gradually erupt.

In the distance, thunder and lightning illuminated the lead-blue dome of Évora's Cathedral, and a rainstorm was imminent. I walked to the window, looked at the silent night, and my mind returned to the distant past with the darkness under the shadow.

The shattered crates exploded in the corridor fifty meters away, causing damage to the stacks of paint buckets on the side, staining the four walls in a patch. The withered widow did not wait for the sheep to attack, and took the lead in attacking. She struck a scythe along the way, knocking down the already unstable board handrail, and when the two demon bodies collided in one place, the board could no longer bear the weight and tilted towards one end. The hostess twisted Lygia's head, flipped it in the air, kicked it down, and jumped herself onto the heavy brass chandelier.

At the same time, Krys waved at me and began to run down the corridor on the left, trying to slash a pole and once again offer the fire of St. Elmo to burn the goat. And I was unwilling to be a man, and began to detour to the right, crackling and shooting fog bombs along the way, all hitting the soles of the old demon's feet, and the yellow mist of the wolf bite not only seriously interfered with the vision, but also smelled invisible. Seeing that he was already dizzy, I immediately replaced it with a salt bomb, and hit Liguia's forehead steadily, and the old demon's head instantly skyrocketed more than ten times, bursting like a balloon!

The old demon, who was already overstretched, was pushed out by the wave of air spread by this rough salt, and it broke the railing like a gourd, rolling over to the fourth floor. Krys happened to run to the stairs, and when he got to the water, he jumped on the handrail and slid down with the momentum. I poked in, and she was scuffling with the goat, her claws digging deep into the headless cavity, as if digging for something!

Only the noise of electricity was heard, and the gray-brown body of the old demon became transparent, and an arc of light the size of a fan broke free from the skin and rotten flesh, burning a large hole in its abdominal cavity and rushing out, just falling to the ground like a ball rolling on the floor. Krys and I quickly retreated towards the wings, only to see a heavy chest of drawers pushed down in the air, crushing the goat to the bottom, and a bloody human face stretched out from the fifth floor, and then kicked down the two desks and smashed them into the rubble.

Shallow from under the pieces of furniture, an asphalt-like goo, Krys looked out from his cover, startled, and whistled at us. By the time we got down to the fourth floor, she had cleared some of the collapsed planks, and under the pressure was a large pool of charred, snake-like intestines, with faint visible broken bones and dry skin, apparently dead.

"If you smash it, you'll lose it!" Krys, with a sad face, jumped to his feet at the widow, "Then everything you've done before has been in vain, why are you in such a hurry to kill it? What now?

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"How did I know it was so fragile," the waitress was also at a loss, and tried to think for a while, and defended herself: "Also, you didn't explain how to extract the crown velvet cloud from beginning to end, it's not clear, how can it all depend on me." "

Seeing them arguing, I stood silent, skeptical, but what I was thinking was something else. The current situation is too similar to the Zang Pin Room battle against the Bone Shattered Skeleton in the Lu Kugu Yin Mansion at the beginning, the strength of the other party is overestimated, but it is not as powerful as imagined, and the eldest sister of Flavis herself knows this, so it has taken a very cautious approach, that is, to completely conceal its whereabouts, and wait for the most favorable time before wielding the long whip and giving us a fatal blow.

Although this broken building that was struck by lightning is small and windy, the pool is shallow and greasy, giving people a sense of being very similar to it. The widow is a melee elite, with decent offense and defense, and a fierce sword, which can be called a tie with the sheep; while Krys is slightly inferior, her moves are based on a wide range of holy fire chakra rolls, and give the opponent endless harassment, can be called a qualified mid-range player; the rest of me, the actual combat is weaker than Krys, but the trick, although she does not have her vacuum blood explosion self-defense, but does not participate in the first-line hand-to-hand combat, can rely on remote repair guns to fill the shortcomings. In this way, the three drills are smooth and cooperate tacitly, no matter how you look at it, the sheep are at an absolute disadvantage. So, with what kind of courage does it take risks alone? Instead exposing its weaknesses to counter our strength?

Lygia didn't have to attack like a bone-shattering skeleton that needed to protect the golden crate, it could have waited for the moment to sneak attack, if it hadn't broken its brain, it would have harbored evil, it was not so brave and resourceful, otherwise I would have heard the glass shattering as it broke through the mirror. Everything points to it, it played a trick, replaced itself with something else, and then ran away.

The widow argued with Krys for a few words, and finally realized that she was the one who was impulsive, and began to help her clean it up, and when she carried away a few slightly larger plates, a crushed skull appeared from underneath, mixed with the center of her intestines. When I saw this thing, I felt so bad that I yelled and reached for Krys, and Luna opened a pair of confused blood holes and yelled at me what was wrong

I just wanted to explain that a three-foot volcanic obsidian blade was stabbed out between the thick plaster, and the widow couldn't avoid it, and it was cut into two sections by the corridor with people, accompanied by a long roar, and smashed headlong to the ground floor, breaking all the horizontal and vertical corridor fences, and finally fell in the middle of the elevator corridor, and the rotten floor was smashed out of a big hole, disappearing from view!

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"I've always felt that something is wrong, and the encirclement seems to be going so well!" I said, twisting Krys' wrist and running at a rapid pace.

This trick, the substitute ghost thrown by the sheep, is the yin that it devours in the vortex, and after it eats it, it becomes a captive, and whenever it encounters a lore, it will be spit out to resist for a while, and hide itself under the filth, waiting for an opportunity to jump out from elsewhere, and then seal the throat with a sword.

"It's too far away for me! I can't remember the details!" Krys exclaimed angrily when he heard me mention the Zang Pin Room of the Ancient Mansion of Lükugu, "Don't let me guess the riddle again!

"What I want to say is that this sheep is cunning, it knows the situation of the battle, so it is always doing the layout of cutting or dividing us. I can't remember how many of them were swallowed by it, maybe one, maybe several. But Lycia will definitely continue to use them to block her guns. So at the very least, this guy will do another yin attack and kill one of you and me. Only then will the power be equal!" I took Krys's hand and scurried around the board, letting the thing follow behind, a necessary tactical adjustment to retreat. As we ran and ran, we soon went back to the fifth floor and came to Ingram's dilapidated house, when I let go of her and exclaimed, "Therefore, we must not be led by the nose, but let it follow ours, so that its plot may be completely crushed!

Krys hurriedly said yes, turned and charged towards the goat, knocking me on the spot. Did she dismiss the meaning? It was too late to drag it out, and in the blink of an eye she rushed up the board like a whirlwind. I had to stand still and raise my gun to aim at the head of the sheep, but this stupid girl was in the same line as me, and her eyes were all stopped by her shoulder. Seeing that she was about to collide with the old demon, I didn't hesitate anymore, and fired three bullets quickly, and the gun hit the old demon's forehead, and the salt spray that rushed to the sky rose for a while, engulfing these two figures. I heard a boom, and a heavy object jumped down in the air and turned to the fourth floor to pounce. It was Krys, who glanced at me angrily, and jumped back into the air with two flips in the air before jumping back to where the splintered planks were.

"Whew, did you hear what I said?" I shouted at the bottom, but when there was no response, I poked my head again. She didn't know what she was busy with, and the man scurried into the corner of the wall and ran into the corner behind the board.

"Take care of yourself, I don't need your protection!" she replied scribbling, continuing to crouch there and pick up the rotten wood, then raised her head to find my place. Krys's willow eyebrows immediately twisted into a ball, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "Why are you standing stupidly? Don't you understand me?

I nodded at her, and simply closed my eyes, and since she was dragged into the nightmare, I didn't stop worrying for a moment, and it was time for this stupid girl to experience it. Krys did this premeditatedly, otherwise the whole set of movements would not have been so coherent, and after she jumped back to the fourth floor, the sheep did not go to catch her, but rushed steadily towards me. It is also common sense to interpret it as a moving target that is difficult to catch, and a fixed target that is easy to deal with. However, I don't think so, but I am keenly aware that this is another big gamble!

I'm always a nuisance to the sheep, and no matter how much of it doesn't show it, it's extremely difficult to threaten my remote. So if it wants to take down everyone, getting rid of me is the first thing to do. The reason why I chose to stay in this position was also in my strategy, because there was a suspicious break behind me. If you want to clamp your opponent to death, you will inevitably adopt a combination of virtual and real, and this trick has been staged on the third floor of the small mansion on Foggy Dragon Tooth Island. Thinking of this, I suddenly turned around and threw a sharp pepper bubble!

With a long go, the fragile glass walls shattered, the compressed gas exploded, and I was bombarded by this tremendous impact, crashing like a cannonball into the sheep. Seeing this, the old demon happily let out a series of strange cries of stepping on mice, and sure enough, he poked out his claws and began to fish for people. I had already rounded my arm and threw a fog bomb at its door. When the smoke rose and my body staggered, I threw my arms around its waist, kicked my legs on its knees, and threw it out with a large fancy backpack and smashed it into the rising mushroom cloud!

Looking around, as I expected, under the dazzling white light, in addition to the old demon, there was another black shadow dancing wildly, which was the yin it spread in the dark. The two demons are entangled together, which is called cocooning and humiliation.

"I thought you're going to be finished!" said a pale-faced Krys, waving at me from below, "You come down first!"

I grabbed the dangling wires and jumped down steadily, only to see that she was busy putting on her shoes, daring to take the right adventure to retrieve the lost thing. I've always been curious about this thing, I remember the first time I broke into Condia at night, Krys found his left foot, and when the soul was sent away, he was wearing the right shoe on his foot, after all, what are these beautifully made high heels?

"An indispensable tribute! I don't have time to dwell on them now, they are coming! I will deal with the gloom, and the madwoman will leave it to you, and keep it in motion, so that it will never rest. Krys pushed me as hard as he could, motioning for us to part ways again.