A mob of clones

Chapter 27 Newcomer sleeping in space

"Ok?"

After slowly coming back to his senses from his thinking state, Wu He looked up at the fog and graves around him, and countless question marks suddenly flew to his head.

But Wu He reacted in an instant, and was filled with joy as soon as he got on board.

He didn't know that he was in the foggy space again...

Without any hesitation, Wu He jumped out of the carriage. The carriage and the horse were brought in subconsciously when he entered the foggy space. In fact, they did not exist. Wu He had used fish to do this before. Experiments have been conducted, and real-life fish are not affected.

Therefore, he didn't care about the horses and horses around him. He directly observed the direction of the tombstones around him, and then walked forward directly.

After some progress, Wu He soon saw a figure exuding a faint mist in the faint mist.

But when Wu He walked in, he realized that something was not right, because the figure in front of him was not the Wu He that Wu He had expected.

Wu He would never admit his mistake. After all, Wu He's obvious gray hair and gray animal ears were not too obvious, and there had never been a so-called disguise technique that could conceal racial characteristics in the world of Kuiba.

Therefore, Wu He judged that this should be a new person joining the foggy space.

"Is this place opened once every time there is a new person? That should be the case. At least Wu He seemed to be the only one who opened it the first time, the second time I came, and the third time there was such a new person... "

While thinking, Wu He came to the back of the figure, stretched out his hand and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Hello~"

However, as soon as Wu He's hand touched the shoulder of the person in front of him, the other person suddenly felt a tremor all over his body, and flew towards him with an elbow strike.

How could Wu He bear such grievance!The third level of martial arts he had just learned was breathtaking.

Immediately, Wu He blocked the elbow attack with one hand, and grabbed the opponent's throat with the other hand. Then his right knee directly pressed against the opponent's back, giving him a knee-high throw. He was immediately knocked to pieces.

In this foggy space, everything is fake, and even death is just a dream. Although Wu He and Wu He have not experimented with the corresponding things, but serious injuries can only be recovered in the blink of an eye, and death is probably not possible at all. will appear here.

After knocking down this new guy, Wu He also began to take stock of the situation of the person in front of him.

The person in front of him is similar to Wu He, except that unlike Wu He, who has long hair, this guy has short short hair, is wearing casual clothes, and seems to have a pair of glasses on his nose. He looks very similar. Although Sven Wen has no fat on his body, he obviously has no muscles. He seems to be a Wu He who has traveled back to modern times and has a sub-healthy body.

Seeing this situation, Wu He suddenly felt a little unbalanced. Damn it, if possible, he would also like to travel to modern society.

Modern society has mobile phones, computers, novels, animations, happy water, fried chicken...

If all these things could be realized in ancient society, how could Wu He have such a body of muscles.

Isn't it just that I'm too bored at ordinary times and can only play iron and kill time to practice?

How can I say that I am moving forward with a heavy burden, but it turns out that someone is enjoying myself for me...

And just when Wu He secretly felt unbalanced in his heart, a gray figure also broke through the fog and came to this area.As soon as the figure appeared, he saw Wu He's ugly expression as if he had eaten Xiang, and was slightly startled.

"What's wrong? You look like you've eaten Jacky Cheung?"

But then, the figure also saw the newcomer who was thrown to pieces on the ground. He thought of something similar to Wu He, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.

Damn, I can bear it if we all suffer together, but if there is a live charger in the team, I can't bear it!
Wu He and Wu He didn't say much, but their eyes said a lot.

"Yeah! We must drill this guy hard during training! We must not let this guy be so comfortable alone!!!"

Of course, although they were thinking about how to deal with this comfortable guy below during training, Wu He and Wu He did not wait. They could not share their memories and strength, so they talked about their recent experiences.

The recent experiences of both of them can be regarded as thrilling. Wu He was the first to speak, and he described how when faced with Liang Zhi's multi-layered routine, he went from confident to weak to almost desperate, and finally there was a bright future.

Wu He can write novels, but his story-telling skills are average. He doesn't know what tone to use to express his mood at a certain moment, but his devotion makes a strange picture appear above his head. What Wu He sees is a strange scene. The face is dull.

But Wu He didn't notice this at all. It wasn't until he finished speaking in one breath that he felt a little thirsty. Then he realized that the expression of Wu He beside him was wrong, so he turned his head and said doubtfully:

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Seeing the picture above Wu He's head disappear, Wu He returned to normal, touched his chin, considered his tone and said:

"This thing is a little hard to explain. When you were immersed in telling a story, a screen showing your memory appeared above your head. It should be the product of the subconscious like the previous fish. It disappeared after you finished telling..."

After hearing Wu He's description, Wu He raised his head in confusion, but saw nothing.

In response to this, Wu He touched his head in confusion, but in a blink of an eye he looked at Wu He and said:

"Tell me what happened over there? Let me see if something similar appears above your head..."

After hearing this, Wu He also nodded in agreement, also entered the state, and began his speech.

Unlike Wu He, Wu He was obviously better at telling stories to people, and he was more immersed in telling stories. Wu He got involved as he listened, but after a moment, Wu He's eyes widened.

Because as Wu He said, as the story entered the main topic, an illusory scene did appear above Wu He's head.

They can indeed read other people's memories in this way, and Wu He even observes more carefully than Wu He. Wu He can even see clearly the tadpole-like words on the books in Wu He's memory.That is the official font of the sacred beast kingdom in the world of Quiba.

Wu He subconsciously wrote this kind of text when he first explained it. Wu He could vaguely recognize Xuan Gu and other corresponding characters.

Suddenly, Wu He's spirit perked up.

Don't think that this is just a difference in the translation of information from language to pictures. It seems to be just a difference between animation and novels. However, in the past few weeks, I have experienced trying to train alone, receiving systematic training from Xie Qian and Liang Bo, and self-help without teaching. Wu He, who has systematically trained in three training modes, understands the difference between seeing and hearing very well.

"It seems that the expectations for space can be raised to another level..."

(End of this chapter)