novelhk Chapter 37: Even a clone can have clones
Chapter 37: Even a clone can have clones
The clone traveled underground for over an hour, searching most of Jinshan Temple, but still couldn't find the source of the bell's sound.
"This entity is really careless. Didn't it check the surroundings before it made its move? Now it's shrouded in the ghost realm and running around everywhere. It might accidentally run into a ghost."
What should we do? We need to think of a good solution.
Hiding in the body bag, the clone racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good solution. He had to be wary of the old ghost and find the unknown vengeful spirit. It would be difficult for him to succeed on his own, as he didn't even have a guinea pig to test the supernatural.
The thought of mice sparked a brilliant idea in my mind.
"I am the guinea pig myself. Since the main body can create clones as guinea pigs, can't I do the same? I also possess some of the main body's supernatural abilities."
The clone couldn't wait to try it out; if it succeeded, it could change the current situation.
The clone opened the body bag and began searching for a suitable target, but unfortunately there were no living people on the ground anymore. The corpses lying on the ground could not be used as experimental subjects, as their heads were like smashed watermelons, unable to contain his consciousness.
He had no choice but to turn his attention to the things that were wandering in the ghost realm—a group of stiff, numb corpses, aimlessly wandering in the ghost realm, all of whom had become the old ghost's slaves.
The clone took a liking to the ghost servant closest to it, which was the thin corpse of a monk.
The clone used a phantom ghost hand formed by supernatural forces to grab the ghost slave and drag him to the ground.
The illusory ghost hand grabbed the ghost slave's head, rendering him immobile. The clone skillfully reached into its own head, pried out a small piece of consciousness, and placed it into the ghost slave's head.
"Don't let me down!"
The consciousness within the clone's head is limited, making it impossible to allocate a large amount of consciousness for experiments. With only a small amount, the success of this thumb-sized lump is uncertain.
After the consciousness merged into the ghost slave's head, the clone sent a phantom ghost hand, waiting for the ghost slave to change.
Creak~ The ghost slave's body twisted stiffly, its joints making a creaking sound.
But this ghost servant was encased in mud underground and could hardly move, yet it still moved about strangely.
The ghost slave struggled to raise his arm, and from somewhere he produced a single-lens reflex lens, which he pressed with great effort onto his eye socket.
Instantly, the flesh on the ghost slave's body began to writhe, and its face became seven or eight parts similar to Su Qin's, except that it still had that withered and thin body, and its hair had not grown back.
The ghost slave's eyes remained empty and lifeless, completely devoid of any living spirit. The stiff muscles on his face twitched at the corners of his mouth, making it slightly open and looking extremely eerie.
"Can't you spare a little more consciousness? Even my main body isn't this stingy. How am I supposed to go out in public like this?"
The ghost slave spoke, complaining that the clone had given him too little consciousness.
It was just a tiny clump of consciousness, barely the size of a thumb, barely enough to keep it conscious. It could only control the corpse with great difficulty, and the amount of supernatural power it possessed was pitifully small. At most, it could borrow about 30% of the supernatural power within the clone, which was probably not even as good as many C-level vengeful ghosts.
Seeing that the ghost slave had been successfully controlled by his own consciousness, the pressure on his mind and body was immediately relieved.
"Be content! I'm not the original body, I only have this much consciousness in my head. If I gave it all to you, I'd be finished. Get to work! I still need to get a few more brothers out for you."
The clone grinned wickedly and urged the ghost slave to take over his work.
The ghost slave seemed to be a bit slow-witted and tongue-tied. He didn't banter with his clone and walked stiffly and numbly through the mud.
Seeing that the ghost slave could move freely in the mud, the clone stopped paying attention to him and looked up at the dozens of stiff and numb figures above him, his eyes shining.
He just wanted more clones; if one wasn't enough, he'd have ten, and if ten weren't enough, he'd have twenty. Anyway, there were plenty of ghost slaves in this ghost realm. If he could really make them all his ghost slaves, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger to find that ghost.
With previous experience, the clones successively captured those wandering ghost slaves and made them into their own ghost slave clones. However, unfortunately, the consciousness in his head was limited, and it was impossible for him to create a large number of ghost slave clones. Once the limit was exceeded, he would lose control.
"A dozen or so clones should be enough. This is equivalent to controlling a team of ghost tamers. It's just a pity that each of the ghost slave clones seems to be a little dim-witted, and their supernatural strength is not enough. They are far inferior to normal ghost tamers."
A dozen or so ghost slave clones roamed the underground, making a search more than ten times faster than the clones.
However, a serious problem remains: the eerie bell tolls with indiscriminate supernatural attacks, and the search must be completed within half an hour, or he will lose these consciousness entities for nothing.
If attacked, the consciousness within these ghost slave clones is absolutely unable to withstand the attack. While the clones can hide in body bags, these ghost slave clones have nowhere to hide.
The dozen or so ghost servant clones searched with all their might, almost scouring the entire Jinshan Temple. Finally, in a half-collapsed room, they discovered something that resembled a vengeful ghost. In an instant, all the ghost servants gathered in the basement of this room, and the clones also rushed over to join them and study the contents of the room.
It was a dark, black bell, only the size of a washbasin. The bell's shape was extremely strange; the round central cauldron resembled a bald human head. A huge ghost face appeared on the bell's surface, with a pair of ferocious eyes wide open and an exaggeratedly bizarre mouth that was opened to an unimaginable degree, completely covering the bell's opening. Inside, it was pitch black without a single ray of light, and even the psychic vision of the clone could not penetrate the dark abyss. A deep yellow medium line coiled around the black bell, indicating that this was an extremely terrifying thing, a terrifying ghost comparable to the ghost skeleton inside Su Qin's body.
"Is this the ghost? And what's the strange clock, and what's the pattern of its killings? Is it really just a fixed pattern that only lasts half an hour?"
The killing patterns of vengeful ghosts are incredibly varied, and it's not impossible for a vengeful ghost to exist that attacks indiscriminately according to a time pattern.
"With five minutes left, try to lock it up."
If it really is just a fixed pattern of once every half hour, then immobile vengeful ghosts like these can be easily imprisoned; they can simply be put into a body bag before the half hour is up.
However, imprisoning this ghost requires a body bag, and the clone only carried one. If the imprisonment fails, or if this ghost has some unknown killing patterns that are accidentally triggered, he will have nowhere to hide.
"Damn it! With such a large group of ghost slave clones, I don't believe this ghost can cause any more trouble."
With a wave of his hand, he handed the body bag to one of his ghost servant clones, who then swarmed forward. He hid underground, ready to escape at any moment.
He had already made up his mind that if anything unexpected happened, he would immediately run away to find the main body and have it create more clones, relying on the principle that more people means more power.
A dozen stiff, numb ghost slave clones slowly emerged from the soil, surrounding the ghost bell without making a sound.
The ghost slave clone opened the body bag and slipped it over the ghost bell from top to bottom. A dozen ghost slave clones rushed forward and hurriedly stuffed the ghost bell into the body bag.
"Is it really that simple? Will there be any problems?"
The clone, hiding underground, watched as the group of ghost servants put the ghost bell into the body bag. There was no thrilling supernatural confrontation, and no accidents occurred. It went exceptionally smoothly. The ghost bell seemed to be just an ordinary object, without making a sound.
A dozen or so ghost slave clones dragged the body bags and sank into the ground to rejoin the clones, avoiding being caught by the old ghost.
The clone took the body bag, weighed it in his hand, and touched the bulging bag to confirm that it was not empty.
Thump~ Thump~
Five minutes later, two muffled chimes came from the body bag, but it was just a sound. The clone and the ghost servants did not suffer any supernatural attacks, which made the clone believe that they had successfully captured the terrifying ghost.
"Very good, now that the troublesome problem of the bell body is solved, all that's left is that terrifying old ghost."
We still need to go back to the main body. We can't just risk our lives while he does nothing!
The clone, accompanied by more than a dozen ghost slave clones, traversed the mud and headed towards the basement.