: 487 Observing the death of death

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When the party came back, he already felt that there was a dead silence around him.
So, Fang Fang slowly opened his eyes.
However, only one piece of darkness and deadness permeated it.
There is no end to the darkness.
Because there is nothing here.
The square floats in such an empty darkness, like the water floating on it, the body has no gravity, but it can feel the cold feeling that spreads throughout the body.
In such a place, there is only one thing that can be observed in the square.
A form that constitutes the endless darkness around.
"fog?"
That's right, it's fog.
The black fog has been filled all the time, as if all things have been isolated, telling the party, the reason why it is dead here is because of the ubiquitous black fog.
This dark fog is known in the square.
Because, it is something that is very familiar in the party.
"dead…"
Yes, this is death.
The death of a character named "Cai Yue Yue".
In the moment when the vegetable moon was killed, the square was swallowed up by such a fog.
In other words, Fang Li was involved in the death of a character named "Cai Yue Yue".
This is not a strange thing.
Considering the unique ability of Caiyue, it may be a normal development.
It is better to say that in order to observe this thing, the party will come to this world.
"And since I am involved in it, but can maintain consciousness and memory here, it means that my original vision is at least correct."
With that said, Fang Li raised one of his own hands.
"Hey..."
A faint ray of light emerged from the device that was suspended in the square, and although it did not dispel the darkness of the surrounding "death," it illumined itself.
That device is exactly a zero-time fan.
A treasure that can interfere with time to a certain degree, letting time get lost at zero.
"Although I can't avoid the retrospection of time, I can at least interfere with my time in this irreversible backtracking. My original idea is correct."
Therefore, when I saw the copy world of "Different World Life from Zero" became an option, Fang Li chose the world and entered it.
In order to observe the death of the vegetable moon.
"Then, the next step is to see if this death can solve my doubts."
So whispering, the party put away the zero-hour geek, looked up in the fog of death, looking to the front.
"Hey..."
The black fog is stirring.
In the dark fog called "Death", the eyes of the square unconsciously turned into the magical eye of ice blue, and everything in the surroundings was included in the field of vision.
Perhaps this should be the first time?
For the first time, look at death with a magic eye that can look directly at death.
The ability of the dead eye can make all deaths in front of themselves, through the hands of the holders to make everything go to an end.
However, at this moment, the "death" in the eyes of the party is extremely vague.
A crack-like dead line sometimes appears, sometimes disappears, like a mirage, flickering, very stimulating human vision.
"Well…"
The square could not help but cover his head.
A tingling sensation like a needle was introduced into Fang’s mind, causing a pain in his head.

Is this a burden on the brain when using the dead eye?

There is no doubt that this is the first time this party has created this burden.
After all, the party can understand all the deaths, and when using the dead eyes, it should not bring a burden to the brain.
However, at this moment, everything that permeates the vision in the square is already dead.
Since it is already dead, how can we find out the death line of death itself?
Therefore, this contradictory concept has caused chaos in the eyes of the dead, and the head seems to be hurt by needles.
At the same time, Fang Li also felt it.
Deep in my own soul, the ocean that recorded all deaths began to surge.
"Do you even have contradictions in your soul?"
Fang Li suddenly felt that even the soul began to sting.
Feeling this unprecedented change, Fang Li finally realized it.
"It turns out that the two rituals just want me to see this?"
The two rituals have said that in order to solve the hidden dangers of the soul and find out the essence of oneself, it is necessary to observe the people who often accompany death.
At that time, Fang Li was actually very skeptical.

Is it really useful to observe a person’s death compared to the countless deaths recorded in the ocean of my soul?

In the past, Fang Li once said that the death of a person is too small in the face of the death of everything.
In this case, is it really useful for me to observe such a small death?
With this suspicion, Fang Li still implemented two ceremonial suggestions.
Until this moment, Fang Li understood.
"Perhaps, a person's death is really small, but what I am facing now is also the death of one person, the weight is the same."
Indeed, there are countless deaths recorded in the soul of the square, and the general death is not enough to see in front of this.
However, what the party needs to understand is not countless deaths, but why its own soul can record the essence of death.
"So, what I should look at is not the death in the sea of ​​death, but the record of these dead souls themselves."
"And what I need to observe is not the death of a person, but the death of this person."
In other words, the party needs to observe death, not to observe those people, things, and things that will die.
"But what exactly can this explain?"
What is death?
It is just death.
Besides, what else can it be?

Feeling that the two rituals let me see it is not just that.

There was a pair of ice blue eyes in the square, staring at the black fog in front of him.
The concept of contradictory death lingers in the soul and mind of the party, causing the party to collapse.
However, the party did not care, just to observe the death in front of him.
"In the end, what else is there?"
Just as the gaze at the death in front of the square, suddenly, the black fog around began to stir up.
A pair of ice blue eyes in the square suddenly shrank.
I saw that in the darkness of nothing, behind the square, there was a pair of hands suddenly protruding out, like hugging the square, and ringing his neck from behind the square.
It was the arm of a pair of white women.
Then, a voice whispered in the ear of the square.
"dead."
When the words fell, the black fog around the square rolled up and swallowed it.