"Spiritual world? Take them all!" The Purple Zombie said with great enthusiasm as he waved his hand.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's whole body trembled, his heartbeat instantly accelerated, pounding wildly, his blood was surging, and he was filled with waves of joy.
He knew that in his subconscious, the blood of the Corpse King was already telling him to agree. After all, they were all zombies, so how could he not help
He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed his inner restlessness. He looked calmly at the purple zombie in front of him and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I have my own position!"
After saying that, he pulled away and flew back, instantly returning to the center of the chessboard. He floated in the void, looking at the two parties that were about to engage in a fight. He raised his hand and made a stroke. The void trembled, and ripples spread out. The two parties that were originally suppressed by the intention of suppression were suddenly freed.
"Interesting!" When the Purple Zombie Master saw Feng Qingyang leaving, he just smiled faintly and immediately disappeared into nothingness. He came and went in a hurry, and the people below seemed to have never seen him.
Feng Qingyang also realized at this time that it seemed that the people on both sides could not see him at all, but he was like a chess player who could manipulate the chessboard at will as long as he wanted.
"Am I a chess player?" A bitter feeling suddenly welled up in my heart. If so, then is the way of heaven in the outside world like a chess game? The so-called way of heaven is nothing more than an invisible hand controlling everything in secret
He stood where he was, hearing the real sound of fighting, the surging blood flying everywhere, but it all passed him by. He was like a transparent man, watching the killing in the field mercilessly. No matter how tragic it was, it had nothing to do with him. In his eyes, this was just a game of chess!
A game endgame in which the world is shrinking has enveloped everyone. The black pieces represent evil, while the white pieces represent righteousness, representing the righteous path of heaven.
Good and evil, who will win? What is good? What is evil? In an instant, a struggle between heaven and man began in his mind. He thought about himself and his situation. It seemed that... he was an outlier.
He has the body of a zombie, and is the natural king of the zombie clan. At the same time, he has the soul of a human, and in his subconscious, he also regards himself as a human being.
This is why he often maintains his human form and does not transform into a zombie. After all, deep down in his heart, he never accepts the identity of a zombie.
The zombies are pitiful and despicable, and he pities the zombies, so he would rather make everyone his enemy and shoulder the zombies' mission himself.
I would rather accept all the disgusted looks just to explore the secrets of zombies and solve the curse of the zombie clan. All of this is not recognition, but sympathy.
"Am I a human or a zombie?" He muttered to himself, lowered his head, and glanced at the battlefield below. At this moment, the black and white chess pieces were intertwined.
The sounds of harps, flutes and pipes emanated a solemn and murderous aura. He felt extremely sad. It would be great if the zombie clan could be recognized by heaven.
"You are a human, and I am a zombie." A faint voice came from the front. When he looked up, he saw a man who looked exactly like him standing there, looking at him quietly.
However, he was in his original zombie form, with a green face, fangs, and growing nails. He looked down at himself, wearing a white crescent-shaped shirt, with his long black hair casually scattered, and a hint of elegance on his quiet face.
"I am a human..." As he murmured, a strong wind suddenly came, and the zombie-like man suddenly flew forward at an extremely fast speed. He raised his hand and stabbed him through with a puff.
"You..." Feng Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at himself in disbelief. At this moment, he suddenly felt heartbroken. He was not only heartbroken for the zombie, but more for himself.
Human nature is good, he sided with the human race and did not hesitate to turn against the powerful purple zombie of the same race, but the result was that he was deserted by everyone and even killed himself.
At this moment, he suddenly felt despair, and he kept hearing the roar of another self in his ears, as if he had done something that enraged God and man.
"You deserve to die, do you know that? If you die, you will be the real you." The zombie smiled evilly, pulled out his hand, and held a heart that was beating wildly.
The heart was bright red, and on it, there seemed to be a human face. That face was his own, but the expression on his face looked painful, but there was a hint of confusion in the pain.
In the outside world, that is, in the forbidden space, his face was dark, his body was surrounded by black mist, his expression was sometimes struggling, sometimes painful, his meridians were bulging, and seemed about to explode.
If there were someone here, they would definitely find that his current state was the moment when his inner demon appeared. If he could completely get through it, his state of mind would be elevated to a higher level. If not, he would lose his sanity and become a tool of his inner demon, a tool that only knew how to kill.
"Look at how much pain you are in. Is it worth it? How relieved it would be if it were all over. Crush him, crush him and you will be free. You will be yourself again."
It seemed that as long as he crushed his heart, he would be free. Feng Qingyang's face turned pale. At this moment, he felt extremely tired and seemed to want to have a good sleep.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and grasped it on his heart. Looking at the face with constantly changing expressions, he slowly exerted force in his hand, clasped his five fingers together, and suddenly he laughed as a zombie.
"Be yourself again, and you will be liberated." The zombie smiled even more deeply, watching Feng Qingyang holding his heart. He only needed to apply a little force to achieve his goal.
"Remember, I am you. I am the zombie you, and what you crush is just another you. You are still you, and I am you!"
Seeing Feng Qingyang still hesitating, he suddenly shouted: "If you don't crush it now, when will you?"
"crumb."
"Crush it!" Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice, and then a light burst out from his hand. Looking at himself struggling on his heart, he suddenly let go of his hand.
With lightning speed, he stabbed the zombie through with a bang.
This scene is so familiar, it seems to be the same scene as before, except that the roles are swapped.
"I am who I am. Why do I need you to tell me what to do?" Feng Qingyang raised his head, revealing his eyes hidden by his eyelashes. They were bright, without the turbidity and blood red from before.
“You…” The zombie seemed to want to say something. His lips opened and then slightly closed, but he couldn’t say anything.
"What do you mean, you want to ask me why I don't crush my heart, right?"
Feng Qingyang smiled. Although there was still some bitterness in his expression, there was also a sense of determination.
"I have my principles. No matter whether I am a human or a zombie, no matter how others see me, I have a clear conscience."
The words "I have a clear conscience" instantly dealt a heavy blow to the zombie.
"Remember, I am me, and you can never be me!"