Luo Yi didn't want to single out this forest again, if it wasn't for the last time he had an idea, I admit that it was just the author who gave Luo Yi a hanging, and Luo Yi would not have survived the massacre two years ago. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, it was the Luo Yi massacre. The low-level undead can't even beat a peasant who has worked diligently for more than ten years in simple hand-to-hand combat, but, yes, it's the word again.

But the low-level undead have a bug-level innate ability, and the breath of death is complicated but cannot be concealed and controlled, so there will be a field around every low-level undead, which is the condensation of the complicated power of death, because the soul of the low-level undead is incomplete, at least unstable, so even if the peasant uncle can pick up the hoe and harden the low-level undead, but the low-level undead are almost immortal, unless the already mutilated soul is annihilated, otherwise even if all the bones are broken, it is a big deal to wait a few minutes to become a ghost, and it is already dead, unless the soul is directly pinched into powder, it is impossible to die again。

Moreover, life is always fragile in the face of death, and a low-level skeleton soldier can also infect a ninth-level powerhouse into an undead after a series of accidents.

Of course, this is not rabies, and it is not transmitted through scratch bites.

However, if you are bitten by zombies, ghouls, bone monsters, etc., or scratch (don't talk if you don't break the defense!), as long as there is a wound, then the breath of death will gradually crawl all over your body along the wound, rejoice in every vein of you, and then turn all your cells against you, so that your whole person faces death in endless pain, and then becomes an undead creature.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to leave some desperate, painful and resentful souls, maybe one day you'll suddenly wake up with a cry and recall the bits and pieces before you get up (really only bits and pieces, because memories come from the soul, unless you directly become a high-level undead, otherwise the soul will definitely be broken, even if it becomes a high-level undead, then the soul is not what it was originally, and there will definitely be some other things, such as about darkness (death?). There are some other things in the source, and in the end, mottled memories, extra worldviews, values, and outlook on life will change the original appearance of this soul. But that's already a matter of the previous life, at most there is some regret, at most a little sadness when I meet the person who used to be, at most it is to help some inconsequential favors, and then the dead return to the dead, and once they die, they will be separated from the living forever by a river of Styx.

It's not clear if there is a Styx in this world, because the author hasn't figured out whether to talk about these troublesome things yet, but it looks like there will be a future so I won't say much about it here.

Although the River Styx is not very certain, there is a place in this world called the underworld, also called Hades, hell, and hell, and heaven, which is a lower plane of this world, a place similar to the shadow plane, and a semi-independent plane, but it leads all the souls of this world.

In other words, I am afraid that the deceased in history, as long as their souls are still intact before they die, have not been eaten by any ghost things, or are used by some ghost things they don't know, or are infected by the breath of death, then they will appear in the lower plane called the underworld.

Legend has it that there is a god in the underworld who presides over death, and the so-called foreign monk is good at chanting scriptures, so this underworld master does not know that he ran from the horn in the void.

The gods do not rely on faith to exist, those are false gods, the real gods are attached to the concept, they exist that is, there is no objection to time, and they who are on the same level as the world anyway, the author doesn't want to bother to talk more, so he ignores it next.

Faith needs believers, and the so-called fallen people in this world believe in things that are also called evil gods in some places, but in fact, the more practical currency in the void is the soul than faith.

Faith comes from a pious soul (even if it is not religious, it is not a big deal, in fact, disgust and fear are also a kind of faith. Faith is like overdrawing the power of the soul, (just like when you are bungee jumping, the overdraft is adrenaline) on top of this, and the soul of a fanatic is not even comparable to the soul of a passing husky.

The former has wasted a lot, the latter (because I can't find the words to describe it, so there's nothing here!).

In short, there is no distinction between high and low souls, and the soul is in a concept of absolute equality.

The soul of the strong, the soul of the weak, the soul of the mentally retarded, and your soul sitting there and self-righteous are actually exactly the same, whether it is in use or quality, whether it is a person or a god, whether it is invincible in the other world before death, or it is strangled in the womb by the previous one before birth.

The weight of the soul is still valuable, exactly the same, without deviation.

In a certain world, mad scientists have discovered that after death, the body of a person is lightened by twenty-one grams.

So, that's the weight of the soul, that's right, but it's not absolute, the soul is definitely not twenty-one grams.

Because there are twenty grams in other worlds, cough, this may be the mass conversion problem of each world, so I won't get entangled here.

Whether you are born in a prosperous life or not at all, the soul is always the same. Knowledge cannot change the strength of the soul, and feelings are only useless additions to the soul.

The weak and the strong, the genius and the mentally handicapped, are also absolutely equal only in soul.

The world also has souls, but it is the sum of all the souls in a world, and there are also mad scientists in the void, who use the birth and death of countless worlds to really do the same thing, no matter how large the world, no matter how weak the world, their souls are all the same weight.

And according to a former mad researcher who did not want to be named, the mass of the soul in the void is an absolute value, which means that the destruction of a world will also lead to the birth of a world, and the world that is born and destroyed at every moment in the void is in an absolute equilibrium.

There is no time in the void, so an instant is equivalent to eternity.

The author who digressed here again said that he was very sorry, but he was unapologetic.

(Continued from the seventh natural paragraph) the unlucky will be in the endless physical pain and the endless despair of the spirit, crushed all the souls, and finally become a real low-level undead, and it is the kind of guy whose luck is against the sky to be used as the antonym of the spearman can evolve into a high-level undead, and that kind of guy is generally the protagonist of an era in a world, and there is only one at most in each world, and there can only be one.

With the soul almost crushed, the life is almost certain to be dead, unless you use a bug like the Heart of Glory, which is really dead......