When Emiya saw him, he was not afraid at all.

On the contrary, there is a little excitement in my heart that is difficult to hide.

This thing is so incredible, a form between life and death, standing alive in front of you.

However, this must first define what life is and what is death.

In Emiya's view, a human body is dead when it loses its vital features and terminates permanently, becoming an inanimate object.

On the contrary, it is survival.

However, as for zombies, it is difficult to define whether zombies are alive or dead.

Because, he himself is transformed from a state of death, and this person, no matter what he has done in his life, he has already died once.

However, if you want to say that he is really dead, this body, in addition to not having metabolism, can now walk and jump, can perform simple language expressions, and looks like a living person.

However, if he was to be said to be alive, no matter how you looked at it, the smell of decay emanating from his body, the pulse of his heart that stopped beating, and the loss of his five senses, all signs had to push him to the category of dead things.

Wei Gong was confused in his heart, and he couldn't tell what form it was.

Perhaps, not being alive or dying is the best definition of a zombie.

……

"I want to know your name." Emiya said coldly.

"Wang Yue."

A flash of thunder flickered.

……

At the same time, a naked man awoke from his sleep.

He sat up all at once, his upper body muscles exposed to the air, and he was sweating profusely.

There was a jingle next to him, and a white, silky palm touched his back.

A beautiful woman climbed up and pressed her skin against his back.

"What's wrong?"

He glanced back at the charming woman, and his heart was full of confusion.

"It's as if I'm dreaming of my dead father."

"Silly Sicong, you are suspicious." She snorted lightly and smiled with a smile in her eyes, "Don't worry, since he is dead, he won't threaten us......"

The woman picked up from behind and rested her head on his shoulder, ready to give him a fragrant kiss.

Si Cong lowered his head and dipped a dragonfly on her lips.

"No, I'm still a little anxious, I need to find something to see."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the Qiankun mirror from the bedside table next to him, and then swiped the screen on it.

With a manipulation of the mind, the relevant information was slowly revealed in the Qiankun mirror.

It was at this moment that Si Cong's whole body suddenly shook.

The woman sleeping next to her also felt that something was wrong, so she got up from the bed.

"What's wrong, Heart?"

She lowered her head, Si Cong's body was obviously covered with cold sweat, his skin was covered with goosebumps, and his body couldn't help shaking, shaking the whole bed.

"He, he ......"

Si Cong turned his head, his face turned pale with fright, and he said inarticulately, "He seems to have suddenly appeared in the family information column just now." ”

"Who?" The woman frowned, "In the middle of the night, don't scare me, baby." ”

"I, my father, Wang Yue!"

"What?!"

This time, it was her turn to be scared half to death.

……

Wei Gong looked at the Qiankun mirror held by the zombie in front of him, and his face showed a huge look of surprise.

The Qiankun mirror can be regarded as the greatest invention in this fairy sword world, simple and convenient, powerful, and portable.

What's more, its account secrecy is top-notch.

Because it needs to be driven by consciousness, even if your Qiankun mirror is lost, or you encounter robbers, it will not cause property damage due to personal damage.

What's more convenient is that no matter whose Qiankun mirror is, it can automatically identify the current user's consciousness and log in to the account.

Just now, Wei Gong let Wang Yue log in to his account.

And so it was.

Wei Gong let out an admiration in his heart, and couldn't help but re-examine one of the most difficult philosophical propositions.

Do people really have souls, and are souls bound to the body?

Before he got the zombie sword, he wouldn't think that people have souls, no matter how strange this world is, people are dead when they die, and there will be no ghosts and other things.

The operating principle of the Qiankun mirror, Wei Gong has always explained that it can recognize people's brain waves, just like recognizing people's fingerprints.

It was only after he got the zombie sword that his thoughts were completely overturned.

First, the skill of soul search allowed him to clearly see the golden light in every spiritual individual.

They are so amazing and astounding that Emiya is like a humble ant peering into the vast universe.

It can no longer be explained by simple thermal radiation or brain waves, and the word "soul" used by the system is probably a more reasonable way to describe it.

However, Emiya also wondered if the soul would disappear after the body died.

……

When Wang Yue was able to log in to his account, Wei Gong's heart was extremely shocked.

He almost thought that the soul was bound to the body, because Wang Yue's existence showed that.

However, when he launched the [Soul Search] to investigate Wang Yue, he received another 10,000 points of damage.

In the body of the zombie in front of him, there was only a free thin light, and the thing called the [soul] could only be regarded as the last remnant of the broken according to the system.

In other words, the soul will die with the death of the corpse.

It wasn't long before the body was supposed to be dead, so the last bit was retained.

Wei Gong couldn't help but feel a little lucky, if he was summoned a little later, would there be only an empty shell left.

And, judging from the current signs, its soul is also gradually dying out.

If energy is conserved, and the soul is also an energy, I don't know what it will be transformed into and where it will go......

……

Emiya shook his head and pulled his mind back, there was another thing to do.

He walked around behind Wang Yue and looked at the information on the account, showing a hint of disappointment on his face.

"Name: Wang Yue

Former patriarch of the Wantong family of the Heavenly Sword Country

Assets: 0

”

The Wantong family of the Heavenly Sword Country, a familiar name.

If Wei Gong knew that he was the former patriarch of the world's first consortium, he was afraid that he would be frightened by ten thousand points.

He was originally lucky, thinking that Wang Yue would at least have some money, but it turned out that he thought too much.

But it doesn't matter, what Wei Gong needs is actually just his account.

The perverts of the Thirteen Kingdoms Spiritual Power Director Association are very annoying to track down the account, if they don't have this vest, they will get into trouble when the time comes, and they are afraid that they will be chased in minutes.

……

Wei Gong asked Wang Yue to spread a message through the Qiankun Mirror-

Zuntian newcomer take-off list - one of the biggest lies.

He tearfully described how the masterminds behind this list used fame and fortune to defraud rookie swordsmiths of their money, and according to the investigation, more than 1,000 people have fallen for the scam, and tens of millions of people have been cheated of money.

The daily price of the first place alone has been speculated to 200,000 a day.

Finally, and most importantly, I attach a stripping video of the little fox fairy.

The note is: The gender of the people to be served is fake, is there still credibility in this world?!

Emiya read it several times in a row, corrected a few more typos in it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Well, well, it's really brilliant, and he deserves to be a teenager who has crossed over.

……

After doing all this, Emiya slowly returned to his room.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

The rest is left to time.

There will be a fermentation process.

Emiya looked at the zombies in his home, then collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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