The woman who claimed to be an intern looked to be in her early thirties.
She had a typical oriental face, but she had a pair of special eyes.
The pupils of his light blue eyes were even embedded with resplendent little gems, which appeared abnormally bright under the illumination of the fire.
Through these eyes, Han Dong could be sure that the woman in front of him was not human at all.
Because the corresponding world of Tomb corresponded to humans, this employee disguised herself as a human. Due to the uniqueness of her eyes, she did not transform at the same time.
From the looks of it, it was true that she was an intern.
The human appearance that the woman transformed into was also quite outstanding.
Compared to other necromancers, such as Xu Zhengyang.
The woman wore a luxurious and feminine Daoist robe. She also had a talisman hanging on her waist and an eight-trigram longsword on her back. It seemed that she was also hiding a Destiny Equipment.
Overall, she gave off a feeling of ethereality and lightness.
Moreover, since the Black Vortex mark existed in her eyes, this woman's main system should also be Eye, which was the same type as the revered Eugenice.
"Sorry, because I've been in this world as a dead person for too long, I've lost contact with the Black Tower. I haven't had the time to introduce myself.
My name here is Chen Xinying. As for my real name and origin, I'll talk about it in detail when I have the chance to return to the Black Tower. "
Han Dong could feel a trace of despair from the woman's words. She even cared more about the identity in front of her than her original identity as the Black Tower.
"Dead person? Lost contact? "
Following Han Dong's question, Chen Xinying also had a puzzled expression. "Are you not in the state of the 'dead'? You haven't lost contact with the Black Tower?"
Han Dong immediately noticed a problem, a difference between himself and Chen Xinying.
However, he still answered her question first.
"Whether I'm in the state of the dead or not depends on how you define it. My body is indeed dead, but my head is alive.
Because of the uniqueness of the brain, it can function normally even without oxygen. My brain can produce oxygen without limit.
In addition, my connection with the Black Tower exists. As long as I use the coffin that can be used as an exit, I can return. "
"Impossible! You! "
Hearing this, Chen Xinying immediately reached out and touched Han Dong's head.
Inside the skull, she indeed felt a kind of life force. At the same time, she also felt that Han Dong's head had formed a body of its own, completely isolated from the outside world.
"Why is this happening?"
Han Dong explained it simply. "When I came to Tomb, the connection to the world was already very low. This world had a great rejection of the Black Tower's transporter, so my physical body was left outside the barrier. Only my head was brought in, and I was revived by a local corpse.
In other words, my head is separated from my body.
They were using the bodies of the locals to move around and carry out the cultivation of zombies.
The head ensures the independence of the body and separates it from the environment. "
Chen Xinying couldn't help but sigh. "Is it because the world's connection is so low that the physical body rejects it? Coupled with the brain's adaptive isolation … You're really lucky. "
"What do you mean?" Han Dong wanted to know what happened to this batch of employees when they came to Tomb.
"Employees like me, who came here about a year earlier than you and went through the 'out-of-control treatment' process.
The moment we set foot in this world, we were affected by the out-of-control effect. You should have noticed that there's a big problem with the air here.
The information given by the Black Tower didn't mention this at all, so we couldn't take corresponding defensive measures at the beginning. Naturally, our bodies absorbed a kind of 'out-of-control substance.' We call it the Zombie Transformation Factor here.
Why were the living people here able to turn into corpses after death, and even retain their consciousness and be able to live freely as corpses?
It's the effect of the Zombie Transformation Factor.
Once you absorb this substance, you'll be on a path of no return. Your body will slowly decay and die. The system will determine that you're dead and cut off the connection.
Even if you're barely alive, you'll have to be tested if you want to return to the Black Tower. There's a high chance that you'll be judged as a 'Rampager' and refused to return. "
Han Dong remembered something.
Among the employees who entered Tomb, there was an official employee who successfully returned to the Black Tower. After returning to the Black Tower, he was immediately executed. He didn't even have the chance to speak.
"Wait, aren't you a necromancer?
A necromancer should be a position that only the living can take. Why did you say you're dead? You look like a normal human in your current state, right? "
"Normal?"
Chen Xinying showed a very strange smile. It was a smile that contained both luck and melancholy.
She didn't answer directly through words.
Instead, she did something that Han Dong didn't react to. Chen Xinying took off her clothes and undergarment in front of him.
However.
The scene in front of him wouldn't be 404, and there was no risk. It could be described.
Under the undergarment wasn't human skin, but a series of complicated and precise mechanical devices.
Except for the heart, which remained the same, the rest of the body was replaced with metal. The most important thing was the 'lung filtration system,' which was used to filter out the toxicity of the Zombie Transformation Factor.
"My eyes are quite special. When I came to this world, I immediately saw the Zombie Transformation Factor in the air.
But I was still a step too late. My body absorbed part of it. Before I died, I joined the imperial court. With my ability, I was put in an important position by the imperial court. I was listed as a necromancer and obtained a circulatory system to support my body.
Do you think this is a body that a living person should have? In this state, I was judged as dead by the Black Tower and cut off contact. "
The above statement contained various emotions. Most of them were a kind of despair and helplessness, but in the end, it evolved into a kind of compromise.
Han Dong didn't comment too much. He simply replied, "If there's a chance, let's go back together."
At this time, Chen Xinying took out a metal cigarette from the metal device in her body cavity. She used this way to ease her emotions.
"If there's a chance … I've completely adapted to the life here, and it's not bad. I'm confident that I can survive. It doesn't mean much to me whether I go back or not. "
"Since you chose to see me, it means that you still have such thoughts." Han Dong said the key point.
Chen Xinying was silent for a while and slowly buttoned up her clothes.
"With your uniqueness, maybe you can really go back … Okay, I can help you."
In this case, Han Dong continued to ask more in-depth questions. "Miss Chen, have you determined the source of the loss of control?"
"The source isn't confirmed yet, but there's a direction.
The Zombie Transformation Order issued by the Zombie Kingdom must be the starting point of the world losing control. As long as we find out who issued the order, or find out who was the first zombie transformation, we should be able to find the target. "
"The source of the loss of control is in the zombies? Then what was with the monster under the chains? Can't the source of the loss of control be in the monsters? "
"Your question involves another secret in the Zombie Kingdom. Even with my current identity as a necromancer, I can't touch it. I've only heard some rumors.
The situation in the imperial court is more complicated than you think. It's tightly shut like a maze … You're still too weak.
If you really want to find the source, at least your current body can reach the level of Black Zombie. "
"Can you help me?"
"Yes, but you have to help me with one thing …"
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