Chapter 176 (1/2)

After rummaging through his backpack, he sadly found that the food in his backpack was only enough for Lu Ziming to eat for two days, saving a little for up to four days. The answer must be found in four days, otherwise he didn't even know what the result was.

If you are really dead, you don't have to worry. The food in your backpack can be saved. Who has heard that dead people have to eat.

But he didn't die. At least Lu Ziming thought so for a lot of reasons. I don't know whether the dead have consciousness, but think about it. Otherwise, he denied the reason for what the eighteen layers of hell are used for. Consciousness can't represent that he must not have died. As for right or wrong, there is no way to verify it.

He doesn't know whether the dead man is hungry. Anyway, he is very hungry now. After walking for several hours, his stomach has been ”cooing” for a long time, and he urgently needs to supplement some carbohydrates.

The dead should also be conscious, or the Lord of hell will answer what he asks. Have you heard from the old man that people who are reincarnated should drink Mengpo soup? As for whether it is superstition, no one knows. Anyway, it should be conscious and logically in the past.

Lu Ziming studies science. Science stresses the strictness of logic. Everything is worth deliberating. There must be an end at the beginning, and there is a continuous verifiable process in the middle.

He first had to prove whether he was dead or alive. This seemingly simple question baffled Lu Ziming. It's more difficult to prove whether you're dead or not than to prove that my mother is my mother. Now that you're in the Bureau, you don't have much problem if you're an outsider.

How to prove that you are not dead? Did not see black and white impermanence, or did not see angels to meet themselves, or did not see a monster, for some far fetched reasons, but it was also reluctantly said in the past. His perception, consciousness and even the things in his backpack can only prove that he may not be dead from the side. In addition, all the strange and different common sense around him is not like hell and heaven in the book.

Ninety percent of Lu Ziming believed that he was not dead, and then there was another question: where he was, where he was, and why he was here.

He vaguely felt that when he was falling, he seemed to fall into a net vortex composed of purple thin lines. The purple sky above his head seemed to verify this, ”it can't be a huge bubble, or the legendary Dragon Palace”. Maybe he was paranoid again after watching journey to the West, Would link their situation to a fairy tale.

He seemed to grasp something vaguely after he lost his smile, but his idea was rejected by himself. This place is too big, and it is very strange. The grassland is flat, and the terrain doesn't even fluctuate at all. The purple sky above my head is like a huge pot cover on the ground, but I can't see the end there. There was no sound, no wind, and I didn't even see an insect except myself. Any explanation can't stand here.

There is too little information on hand. I can't tell what this place is for the moment. I can only turn around first. Maybe I can find some clues.

After a period of rest, he could only rely on instinct to infer whether it was day or night. If you are hungry, it may be time to eat. The normal eating pattern of more than ten years can not be changed at once. If you are sleepy, it is probably time to go to bed. Looking at the watch in your hand, you can roughly infer that it may be midnight. The thick sleepiness makes him unable to open his eyes.