A mob of clones

Chapter 259: Those who pray to the name of God

"Finally cleaned up..."

Lying next to the fireplace in his villa, feeling the heat waves emanating from the flames beside him, Wu He stretched out his hand and tightened the blanket around him. This man felt so comfortable that he wanted to ascend to heaven.

If there was no such thing as Tianzun, on this December day, Wu He would be lying in bed with an electric blanket stolen, watching videos on his mobile phone, and did not fall asleep until his phone hit his face...

As his consciousness sank into the dream, Wu He's consciousness gradually became hazy, and pictures that seemed both real and illusory appeared in Wu He's dream.

Wu He dreamed that he was freed from Luen's poor diet, and that he was surrounded by a variety of Chinese dishes and condiments.

Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised salted duck, soy sauce chicken, bacon, pine flowers, tripe, dried meat, sausages, assorted suet dishes, smoked chicken, White belly, steamed eight-treasure pig...

Various fictitious or just imaginary dishes that Wu He had tasted, heard or seen in the animation appeared in front of him. A long row of dining tables was arranged, and the sumptuous dishes were even like stars. Dots dotted the air, forming a very flavorful dream...

Unfortunately, Wu He's sweet dream did not last long. At one moment, a stream of clear water suddenly rushed from the spinal cord to the brain.

Wu He felt like he was back in high school. When his best friend put his hand that had just finished playing in the snow into the back of his collar, the cold air rushed straight to the cerebral cortex, and his whole brain suddenly woke up.

And at this moment, Wu He's originally wild dream also instantly became reality. Stars representing food dotted in the sky fell to the earth and landed on the dining table in front of Wu He.

Although he is asleep now, it does not mean that Wu He has lost his perception of the outside world.

Whenever there is any dangerous scene in reality, it requires the ability to instantly pick it up and burst out with a power that even the guardian cannot fully defend, and kill the incoming enemy to ashes.

However, in reality, Wu He did not feel any danger, and there was no warning from his spirit.

That being the case, the person who interfered with Wu He's dream should not represent any subjective malice, and his strength did not reach a level that could threaten Wu He.

"A mid-sequence or low-sequence Beyonder?"

Muttering in his mind, Wu He also remembered the plot in the original work that was similar to his current situation.

He is now afraid that he has been dreamed by some extraordinary person with the ability to dream.

Combined with the limited scope and Backlund's situation, it might be a Sequence Five Dream Walker, or...

"Nightmare?"

And that's when Wu He's thoughts came to this point.

"Ding dong~"

The sound of the doorbell suddenly reminded him of the familiar feeling and familiar operation. Wu He remembered that the last time he encountered a similar thing was the last time...

Wu He originally thought that his personal consciousness guide was protected by scarlet pigment, and that he could be immune to these nightmares and dream-walking abilities to a certain extent, but now it seems that this is not the case.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a gold-rimmed pocket watch appeared directly in his hand, which was the hypnotic pocket watch he seized from Milgram.

The reality of this thing is still with Mr. Eye of Wisdom. As for the one in Wu He's hand, it relies entirely on his own memory and the blessing of the information data about the audience sequence in the scarlet pigment surrounding the island of his consciousness. become.

Wu He's spiritual intuition told him that such a configuration was not just an illusory shell in a dream, but in a sense it actually seemed to have some of the realistic characteristics of a hypnotic pocket watch.

Looking at the hypnotic pocket watch in his hand, Wu He also had a look of surprise on his face.

He just had a whim and gave it a try, but he didn't expect it to actually succeed.

The last time Wu He entered the gray fog, perhaps due to his own special characteristics, Wu He directly glanced at the current Backlund with an almost alien vision from the posture above the Source Castle. and certain surrounding areas.

At that moment, Wu He almost understood everything about Backlund that had any slightest connection with him.

Everything from Amon's entire body position, who was plotting against Wu He, to everything experienced by his relatives and friends who were just passers-by, were all captured by Wu He.

And the amount of information brought by that glance was like an endlessly divided causal tree, almost bursting Wu He's entire brain, directly filling his soul, and exploding directly, making him directly become a part of the spiritual world. .

The impact of that time was not completely resolved even after Wu He cleared the entire Backlund Amon.

Later, Wu He came up with a way to fill his soul with the source of life, making the source of life into a sieve, filtering those irrelevant memories into scarlet pigment over and over again, and throwing them into the sea of ​​memory.

In this regard, the amount of extraordinary information that can be called terrifying has been deposited in Wu He's sea of ​​memory.

These extraordinary information itself have certain extraordinary properties. There is no problem if they are separated from each other, but the power they can unleash when gathered together is also very considerable.

Wu He had also thought about this part of the information before, thinking about using this information as a weapon to see if it had any value.

But unfortunately, in reality, Wu He did not find a way to bring the extraordinary attributes in the information to reality.

Turning imagination into reality is already the power of a dreamer. Wu He is only a low-sequence person, not even a level seven. Thinking about it now is a bit of a dream.

However, this sudden lucid dream gave Wu He a good inspiration.

"Yes, you can do these things in dreams."

"Come to think of it, in the past I only used Dreamland as a large-scale VR game to relieve my boredom, but it was overkill..."

……

Wu He muttered in his heart, but the guest who had just entered his dream didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ding dong~"

Another doorbell rang, bringing Wu He back to reality from fantasy.

At this moment, Wu He waved his hand, put away the hypnotic pocket watch in his hand, patted the non-existent dust on his body, straightened his clothes, and then walked towards the door.

Although dreams are real, they also have their illusions.

For example, in Wu He's dream, there were hundreds, thousands, or even a variety of dishes placed in the room.

However, the distance from the sofa to the door is still the same as reality. The space where the dishes are placed in the middle seems to be extended. The contradictory space and the normal distance are placed together, which is quite strange.

"Click~"

"Squeak~"

The metal hinges let out a piercing scream, and Wu He opened the door directly, and then saw two figures wearing black suits and top hats standing outside his door.

When the two people outside saw the door open, they immediately took off their hats and bowed slightly to Wu He without waiting for Wu He to speak.

One of them, who looked slightly older, spoke directly to Wu He first:

"Are you Mr. Kaslana?"

Wu He was slightly taken aback by this, but he nodded directly, maintaining his formulaic smile and said:

"Yes, what do you two gentlemen have to do with me? If you want divination, please go to the Fortune Teller Club in the North District tomorrow morning or afternoon." "As long as you pay a certain amount of gold pounds, as long as your divination As long as the object does not exceed a certain limit, I believe I can meet your needs."

Although this was Wu He's first time facing an extraordinary person like Nightmare, his understanding of things like dreams was limited.

But thankfully, Miss Hazel is a senior believer in the dark night.

Moreover, Wu He's connection with her was close enough, so when he took a sudden glance, he not only saw him, but also his father, the bishop of St. Samuel's Church, who was his father's good friend, and the bishop. The red gloves I've seen.

Following these layers of connections, Wu He gained a lot of extraordinary knowledge about the dark night path.

Wu He can now be said to be well versed in how a person caught in a nightmare will behave, and with the power of the clown potion, it can be said that there is no difficulty in acting...

Looking at Wu He who was chattering in front of them, the two professionals in front of them also hesitated for a while. Looking at Wu He who was as enthusiastic as the sun in front of them, they always felt that it was a sinless thing for them to interrupt the enthusiasm of the gentleman in front of them. Forgivable things...

In response to this, the slightly older man could only sigh slightly, then turned his head and whispered to the other man beside him:

"Did you see it? When you use your nightmare ability, you must dominate the discourse from the very beginning."

"People's thoughts in dreams are wild and their attention can easily drift to strange places."

"If you don't provide guidance from the beginning, it will be very difficult to take the lead..."

Of course, even though he said that, this slightly older man was obviously experienced in this matter. He quickly caught the gap between Wu He's words and said:

"Mr. Kaslana, actually we are here to ask you some questions."

After hearing this, Wu He's chattering stopped immediately, and then he showed a confused expression and said with a very good acting skills:

"If you have any questions, just tell me."

Seeing this, the man also quickly asked:

"According to our investigation, someone once witnessed you crawling out of the sewer closest to St. Samuel's Cathedral in the early morning of December 9th."

"What's your purpose of going to the sewers or getting close to St. Samuel's Church?"

Hearing this, Wu He immediately understood the purpose of the two people in front of him.

The Amon mentioned probably just wanted to play in the dark, and the clones were thrown everywhere, including one at St. Samuel's Cathedral.

When he was eliminating Amon, Wu He wanted not to make too much noise and attract the attention of the official extraordinary people. At the same time, he was also afraid that if he got too close to the professionals, the traces left behind would be discovered by them and investigated, so as to obtain Wuhe's power information.

So he directly caught the Amon and destroyed it in the sewer.

That was the only Amon in Wuhe who eliminated the enemy for more than 30 seconds, and he was also the only Amon in Wuhe who eliminated traces on the spot...

"Hey, I tried my best to suppress the noise to the minimum at that time, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't hide it."

"And there were actually witnesses at that time. This so-called coincidence is a bit too much."

"Hmm~ There seems to be no problem. After all, as the goddess of the night, it is most reasonable to come to St. Samuel's Cathedral at night..."

"But to the real writers in Backlundry, this kind of thing is probably not a secret at all."

"Of course, that naughty kid Amon is not included. That guy is more like a tool of the villain used to promote the growth of the protagonist than a writer."

He was thinking secretly in his heart, but on the surface Wu He directly said the words he had already thought of and said:

“The other day a woman asked me to help her divine the location of her new gemstone ring, which she had lost.”

"Due to the short time of contact, the connection established between the two is not deep, so it is impossible to achieve direct dream divination."

"In order to keep my reputation, I went there in person, found the lady's ring, and received the fifteenth gold medal as my reward for this divination."

Hearing this, the two men opposite him nodded, and one of them even took out a notebook and started recording.

The other person continued to ask:

"What's that lady's name?"

"Helena Chavarante de Liste..."

……

Subsequently, the two Nighthawks asked Wu He how he obtained the extraordinary potion. After confirming that there was no problem, they released the ability to enter dreams.

Just away from Wuhe's villa, one of the younger men suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and said to the other man next to him:

"Let me just say, captain, Kaslana is just a playboy wandering among noble ladies."

"Ah, what a lucky guy, I'm so jealous, oh no~, it's so hateful..."

In response to this, the man known as the captain waved his shoulders and said without comment:

"Luck is also a kind of strength. Some things are destined from birth. If you also have a face like that gentleman, you should just open a calming club or something and you should be able to get along with that guy again. The same so-called good luck as Mr. Slana."

Hearing this, the young man was immediately discouraged.

He felt that he was indeed good-looking and somewhat handsome, but if compared to the Kevin that Wu He created, he would really be turned into a scumbag in an instant.

Now being singled out by my own captain is really heartbreaking...

Seeing the look of his team members, the captain of the professional team suddenly showed a smile on his face and said comfortingly:

"Actually, you don't have to think so much."

"It's just a different path."

"The first player Kaslana looks glamorous, but when faced with those real nobles, she is just an exquisite doll."

"As far as I know, Mr. Earl Hall recently purchased an antique mirror from the Tudor period, which was unknown whether it was genuine or not, because of his daughter's interest. There were no extraordinary marks on it, but the big banker still directly I spent a lot of money to buy it, just five thousand gold pounds..."

……

the other side……

Feeling that the two Nighthawks were walking away, Wu He, who was taking a nap by the fireplace, slowly opened his eyes. Today's events can be considered as confusing at this point. In general, Wu He said that he did not lose anything. I can only say that I have lost a good dream.

Sighing helplessly, but finally smiling slightly, Wu He closed his eyes again, ready to continue his previous dream, but this time he didn't even realize that Wu He had entered the dream, and a burst of illusory murmurs came directly into his ears. , and in an instant, Qi was brought back to reality from the hazy illusion.

The murmurs sounded over and over again, just like running water filled with fine sand being sifted over and over again, and the impurities in the sound were peeled off layer by layer, and finally turned into the prayer that Wu He was most familiar with.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun, Fusheng Xuanhuang God, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun..."

……

(End of this chapter)