Hanging up the phone, Zhang Cheng began to inspect the wild animals in the living room with a rather headache look.

According to his habits, the best way to deal with an ordinary animal like this with low IQ and no special abilities is to destroy it humanely and directly use dissociation to decompose into harmless dust particles that drift away with the wind.

After all, he was not an animal conservationist, and he never felt that wild animals had any value worth protecting.

Survival of the fittest is originally a part of the evolution of life, if a certain animal cannot adapt to the changes and destruction of the environment by humans, it proves that it has been eliminated, and there will naturally be other organisms to fill its position in the food chain.

However, considering that Elizabeth might use some of them, Zhang Cheng finally held back and didn't do anything, but hurried them into a room in the corridor on the right side of the first floor.

After doing all this, he lazily lay on the sofa in the living room, looking at the missed calls and messages that he had been away from for a while.

Soon, one of the not-so-remarkable pieces of information caught his interest.

Just as he was about to call to inquire about the specific situation, the magical energy that filled the air suddenly fluctuated strongly, and then a familiar figure directly tore through the space and came out from the other side.

"Ahh Faust touched his chest with one hand, and bowed slightly.

The strange man with the title of the strongest necromancer was even paler than he had been a few months ago, and if it weren't for the fact that his internal organs were still working as usual, he would be no different from a corpse that had come back from the dead.

"How did you know I was back?" asked Zhang Cheng with a little surprise.

You must know that he has only recently left Hell, and he has not met anyone so far, and he is constantly on his body with various evasive spells that are enough to resist all kinds of magic detection.

"It's easy! through your phone. I've found that every time you disappear somehow, your phone is always turned off or unconnected, but as soon as you come back, it's immediately connected to the communication network. Faust grinned and gave an explanation.

I have to say that this answer is both unexpected and reasonable.

Zhang Cheng pretended to be helpless and sighed: "Alas, well, it seems that you have discovered a little secret of mine, haven't you?

Faust smiled and shook his head: "No, it's not a hurry. On the contrary, I am here to tell you the good news that the body of the goddess has been made, and she is one of the top three masterpieces of all my works. As a token of my gratitude to you for giving up the competition, I have decided to give you a book, a secret book of the mysteries of death. ”

"The mystery of death?!" Zhang Cheng heard these words, and his eyes suddenly lit up with expectation.

During his time in the world of Harry Potter, he once caused a global thermonuclear war, with billions of people wanting to get a glimpse of the secrets of the rules of death.

But who would have thought that in the end, it was interrupted by a strange light cluster.

"Yes, the mystery of death! I can feel that, at heart, you and I are the same kind of people, both obsessed with knowledge and power. Trust me, this book won't disappoint you......"

As he spoke, Faust gently placed a dirty, old-looking book with black-brown pages on the table, and then left a meaningful smile, and the whole person gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared in place.

Feeling the strong death atmosphere emanating from this book, Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned, and took the initiative to stretch out his right hand to turn the first page to see what was written inside.

The moment the fingertips touched the cover, the pages suddenly flipped to themselves.

Before he could react to what was going on, he realized that a force had pulled him into another world, one made entirely of spirit and consciousness.

"This is !!," Zhang Cheng looked around with wide eyes.

As far as the eye can see, all of them are gray and leafless dead wood, and the visibility is very low, giving people a very strong hint of death.

"What is death?" asked a loud voice from a figure shrouded in a gray cloak.

"Who are you, and where are you?" Zhang Cheng did not answer the other party's question, but instead raised his own question.

Sadly, however, the apparition apparently does not intend to answer any questions, or rather does not possess the ability to answer them, but simply repeats the question, "What is death?"

Every time it made a sound, the entire deadwood forest would produce a creepy echo, as if something was hidden in the depths.

"Damn, I seem to be in trouble......" Zhang Cheng complained in annoyance.

Obviously, this secret book is not a book at all, but a connection point, a teleportation key, which directly pulls the consciousness of the person who touches the page to tighten this mysterious space.

On top of that, he wasn't sure if there was any difference in the speed of time between the two worlds.

If the flow of time in the real world is stationary, that's fine, but if it's about the same as the flow rate in the real world, then the unconscious body will be in a very dangerous and unprotected state.

As someone who is quite vigilant about everything, it's almost like a fish lying on a board and being slaughtered.

And because the whole world is completely composed of consciousness, all the equipment and magic items on Zhang Cheng's body have not been able to bring in, so the only thing he can rely on at the moment is his own mind.

"What is death?" asked the Phantom again and tirelessly.

"Death is the end of life, the final destination of everything in the world and even in the universe. Nothing escapes ultimate death, not even death itself. Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment, and quickly gave his understanding of death.

"You think death is the end of everything, and what is after the end?" the Phantom did not repeat what he had said this time, but instead raised a new question.

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

Undoubtedly, this kind of compulsive questioning usually has only two purposes, one is to drive people crazy, and the other is to make people think deeply until they find the right answer.

Of course, if the person answering the question is not smart enough, or if the knowledge reserve is not sufficient, there is a high possibility of being driven crazy.

After all, you never know whether the people who make this kind of thing are more inclined to rational materialism or more inclined to emotional idealism.

This is the same as the definition of death, which is often philosophical and physiological, with the latter emphasizing the external characteristics of the various organs of the body, and the former emphasizing the abstract spirit, and is often used not only to describe the organism itself, but is often used elsewhere.

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