This is really bad. If he still doesn't know what "what he should do" is, even if he uses "I am an angel" as an excuse, it still seems too stupid.
Xishu quickly came behind the Demon Duke, aimed at the center of his back—under the angle between the roots of the two dark wings—and struck with all his strength.
Icharint Hincades paused, turned around, and blinked.
"Yeah." Xishu felt that he had to say something. He pulled his fist back - the arm had just passed through the demon's chest with ease, while both sides remained unscathed (like clouds at different heights. Well. Metaphors never solve problems or enhance understanding, they just delay time. La) Chief Maier had told him so.) He turned to look at the lining, trying to get help—any kind of help. The undead just looked at him calmly with its round little eyes, as if to say: "You are the undead angel. You are the leader of the action. You command yourself. No. You have to at least command yourself. And then... There are more--"
No more. He neither knew how to proceed nor what he was to direct.
"It seems like I have to kill you."
Xisu turned around again and faced the Demon Duke—Zhaint looked quite peaceful anyway.
Dominance. Xishu suddenly thought of an unfamiliar word.
It stands to reason that they should all seize the dominance of this room (whoever seizes the dominance of this room is equivalent to seizing the dominance of the entire underworld, or the entire world? He really doesn't want to think like this, it's too complicated). At the very least, that's what Izaint and Shang Lin should do - it would be very convenient for him, and he could just imitate the actions of these two extraordinary beings. Nothing could go terribly wrong - especially now that he's dead.
The problem is that neither of them are moving forward, and if he tries to imitate...
He couldn't imitate.
"But look."
Xishu smashed his arm on the demon's chest again (he didn't know what it meant to abandon oneself. How about an ignorant angel who committed numerous crimes and performed awkward and ill-intentioned actions on the demon after his death?) "This is obvious. It's not possible." (The perpetrator asks the victim about the method of murder, hoping that the other party can teach him how?) "You said that the reason why the necromantic angel was created is to destroy the devil. And you will also be the one who dies. The first dead soul under the wings of the spiritual angel."
The devil seemed to frown. "I didn't say the second part." But he was still very relaxed, and even shrugged towards Shenchang Lining. This action made Xishu feel a sense of self-ashamedness due to being unlucky at work.
"I should know the right way," Xishu said. He looked back at Shenchang Lin again, hoping he wasn't talking to himself. On the one hand, this is indeed talking to himself. Although he can't find the solution and the problem, he can at least realize that he has a problem.
On the other hand, shouldn't Shangchang·Ling be helping him no matter what? This is his purpose. his intention. He should try harder, right?
well.
He did not expect that the souls of the dead would communicate with each other and achieve great ideological harmony, or anything like that. But I really don’t want this to be the case (as a dead person, so what if I have hope?) No matter what, he should gain new insights and suddenly gain insight into new principles, thus becoming a reborn, brand-new, dead person.
But he really didn't notice any big difference.
Xishu supported the Zhaotai. Close to his wet corpse (he fully hoped that Shenchang·Li could stop him in the process and tell him all the tips and behavioral guidelines for the Angel of the Dead, but no. Obviously, this was not a test. At least Shenchang · Lin is not the question maker). He reluctantly stretched his hand towards it.
His palms touched his own skin. Slimy and cold. It's like a cloud that has too much dirt mixed in it and is preparing to rain. (No. Stop using irrelevant words in your mind. It won't help at all. He still doesn't know. Is he really lying there. Or is he standing aside now? Or is he really lying there? That. But it feels like walking around this room. Otherwise, why would the demon ignore him?)
"I'm supposed to control my body. Right?" Xishu asked again. "I should be able to do that. And that would also allow me to touch him. Right?"
Contrary to expectations, he didn't get any answer. So he started to exert all his strength——
Use the simplest method, grab your shoulders and lift your body up.
Um. He can do it, but not easily. He carried his own body on his shoulders - what it would look like from the eyes of others, he could not yet imagine. Why didn't they interrupt him? Is it because they think the current scene is not funny enough, or is it too funny?
He had heard of creatures that lived in resource-poor areas (wonder, why would they do that?) and used tools to move resources. Sometimes it is a long bar like a scale, with resources tied to both ends in the form of weights. Sometimes it is a container like a basket, which can be conveniently placed at a point where force is easily applied. Sometimes it's wheels and ropes - the principle of the Jizhi wheel is similar to it. When the wheel rotates, it uses other forces to lift the originally heavy things smoothly.
The principle of the Scattered Wheel should also be close. Um. If that’s even close…
(How about sending something that would have fallen quickly through the rotation of the wheel and the rope smoothly to prevent it from hitting the ground directly?)
Xishu looked around. He soon understood.
Not long after, his corpse snatched the lens from the grasp of Zhanchang Lining and pointed it straight for inspection. The movements are smooth, smooth, free and beautiful.
He saw it with his own eyes.
Xisu asked his corpse to move the handle of the lens forward, and the tip of the gem on the handle pressed against the demon's skin, making an indentation. The demon waved his hand as if chasing away the hanging branches in front of him, but Xishu moved quickly and drew a half arc to the left with his long lens, dodged the wave, poked the demon's upper arm, and then pushed it again. On his neck.
The demon winked at him. As if to say: "No need to compete. You are faster than me." Xishu was a little happy. He wanted to laugh, but then the whole room suddenly reverberated with a shrill wail.
He was startled. The wailing stopped immediately.
He realized it was his own laughter.
Xishu looked back. The edges of the feathers are scorching and fading. Similar to what he had seen in nightmares before - early symptoms.
In addition, he also saw things that he had not seen before - ghosts and ghosts, grabbing the tips of his feathers and sucking hard, and the airflow as long as an umbilical cord connected their bodies to the Sanzhi Wheel.
I see. This is the Angel of Death. he thinks.
"I will destroy you." Xisu said to the Demon Duke.
(End of chapter)
