latent syndrome.

Chapter 456.

"Whether there is free will."

"Or is everything just a phantom manipulated by fate."

The firewood of the stove was under ablation, and from time to time it made a crisp sound of small pieces of coke bursting, and some sparks burst out.

The all-wooden furnishings in the station and the walls and roofs are full of unpainted logs, making it full of medieval style.

On a wine table, two unknown beings sat facing each other.

"Please stop your pretentious behavior."

Another being said so.

"If there is free will, it is not governed by all causes and effects."

"Then there is a free decision beyond the chain of causation, a free decision that arises for no other reason, but which cannot exist, because nothing can happen without a cause."

"It just means that there is no free will."

"But the reason for everything that happens is also caused by other reasons. If you go back and forth like this, you can only push it to infinity, and you can only stop asking arbitrarily in the end. The infinite causal chain must be established in a free environment. On to the decision."

"There must also be a... existence of free will."

Ignoring the other party's cursing, he continued to add.

"Can you fucking shut up?"

Another being has grown impatient.

"I just want to relieve your anxiety. You are too nervous for this plan."

"This trouble will not stop."

"In this world of absolute spirit."

"If time is finite, it means that before this world exists, there is another stage. Before this world did not exist, before it began, it was empty, but empty time has no change, so our time must be is infinite."

"Just as we'll never reach true death."

A being emphasizes this concept.

In this deep realm of absolute spirit, there is no death. Even if it is destroyed, the thoughts are only decomposed, and they will be condensed together after the long years of precipitation, but they will be like newborns, without any memory and only a kind of transcendence. sexual cognition.

But in a sense, it is no different from death. All wandering spirits or unwilling resentments, any wandering souls that cannot be erased, will suffer in this eternal hell.

The other being couldn't take it anymore.

"If time is infinite, then there must be an infinite past, and an infinite wait must still have passed in order to arrive at the moment we are in now."

"But an infinite wait is impossible to complete."

"It's all fucking over."

"So let's get down to business."

"We have too many enemies to kill."

After all, Da Zhen glanced at the dead souls in other post stations, his eyes were extremely fierce.

Because of the constant eruption of chaos at the edge of the deep world, a terrifying will submerges everything, thus affecting countless eras and universes.

Too many material worlds, or the projection world, the undead with endless resentment were swallowed up by disasters and their wills were shattered. After a long time of precipitation, they gradually gathered in various parts of the deep world.

There are more and more dead people, and the speed at which the terrifying will is submerged is also getting faster and faster. In the end, it may return to the One and return to nothingness.

Although it doesn't sound very good, all the wandering souls in the deep world are overjoyed, it seems that this is a completely inverted world.

The corpse-hunting fever broke out everywhere, and they didn't care whether it was destroyed or not. If you're tired, let's end it, as long as you have a good time at the end, don't care about the original chaos.

The monetary system, the economy, exists forever in the cluster of all structures.

In the case of maximizing the utilization of multiple resources and efficient allocation or transaction, it will exist in the form of bonds.

In the completely barren and hopeless physical world, it will appear in the form of weapons and bullets.

And in this absolutely spiritual world.

It is the soul that acts as currency,

In this absolutely spiritual world, the era of corpse-hunting has begun. Dreaming of getting rich overnight, or directly devouring the soul, maybe you can become the master, this is just a way of saying.

It is called differently in different places. The place with abundant martial arts is called the master, and the wild and sloppy place is directly called the authority dog. There are also some places with unclear meanings who think that this kind of existence is like a fool, and it can also make trouble for the one-third of an acre. If you have the ability to fucking put down the chaos.

But all the references represent the same kind of existence, that is, extremely powerful dead souls. Due to their strong will, they can even become part of the framework of the spiritual world and interfere with the affairs of the main material world to a certain extent.

But now that disasters are ravaging, the connection between the material world and this place has become extremely weak, and it is impossible to interfere at all, and you can only set up a stick locally.

Having said that, most souls of the dead long to be this kind of existence, and many people are still trying to find themselves in this hell, to find their original memory, who is it.

Electric Power and Big Shock also joined the corpse hunt, eager to get rich.

Because apart from the basic concepts here, all the remaining existences are dead souls who have passed away, and they don't care about the name at all, and they can come here no matter how crazy, cool, mentally retarded or speechless.

"Is it impossible to wait infinitely..."

"Natural concepts, spiritual concepts, logic."

"The shackles of three."

"It's amazing."

Electric power says so.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Got to invest in some more weapons."

"Even if you can't find it by then, you can still grab other people's."

Da Zhen was a little anxious, with an extremely stern expression on his face. He wore six head ornaments on his waist, all of which were souls he had collected that had not yet been devoured.

Although the name is very random, many souls of the dead were not even human beings before they were alive, but under the influence of some original things, their mental forms have also been alienated under various disciplines. Other aspects are various.

"Okay, go to town and ask if there is a weapon shop."

"I've recently become obsessed with cyberpunk."

Electric power says so.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

Shocked and dumbfounded.

The souls found in the corpse-hunting fever can also be processed by craftsmen, and various weapons can be produced according to the characteristics of this soul. Even the most garbage quality is far more useful than the Chaos Blade.

The Blade of Chaos is something between a pen and a sword. It can be picked up everywhere. No one knows how it came about. It may be a basic concept, but it is also the most useless weapon.

No matter how strong a person's spirit is, he can use the Chaos Blade to burst out with equal power, but here, it's like listening to the king's words.

"Forget it, you are a mental patient, so I won't tell you."

"Sister."

"Bill, please."

The big shock took off a human head and put it on the table as wine money. These wines are actually souls, and some extremely weak souls will be mixed together by the chef to become fine wine.

The two left the post station and looked for a weapon shop. Before leaving, they took a shocking glance at these people who were drinking here.

Every lunatic who licks blood at the knife edge is eager for the soul to become the nourishment on the journey of finding himself.

Finally find your own essence.

But no one has ever done it.

(End of this chapter)