A mob of clones

Chapter 4 You are me, fireworks of different colors

"Hello~"

After hearing the other party's self-introduction, Wu He almost subconsciously wanted to reach out and respond out of politeness.

But almost immediately he stopped moving, shut up and said nothing, as if he didn't see the young man in front of him at all.

According to the legend in the village, there is an unjust ghost in the forest who will transform into a human being, trick others into killing them before they are killed, and make others become their scapegoats. Then he will take on the identity of others and live in that person's place.

Wu Hezhi originally thought that it was an old man in the village scaring the children and not letting them run around in the forest. Getting lost in the forest was the same as hearing in his previous life that a golden dragon would come to catch the children if they disobeyed their parents. He never believed it. I just thought it was feudal superstition.After all, Wu He had never seen any demons and ghosts while walking on the mountain roads all day long. Even after following his grandfather for so many miles, there were no signs of evil except for thieves.

Could it be that these demons and monsters really only appear in front of those who believe in them? It is really just "if there is" and "Tathagata", right?

But seeing the situation in front of him was so special, Wu He had to sigh that he was still too young. Sure enough, practice is the only way to test the truth. Whether it is proven or not is not unreasonable. Everything in front of him overturned Wu He almost instantly. The evidence that "there are no monsters or ghosts" collected by Crane in the past.

Wu He vowed that if he could go back alive...

Looking at Wu He who directly ignored him by not talking, not contacting, and not believing in the Three Nos, the young man opposite who called himself Wu He looked a little distressed. He still didn't understand the reason for Wu He's behavior.

However, he was not embarrassed at all. He just frowned and retracted his palm. He glanced at Wu He in front of him with some suspicion. He spoke directly while thinking in his heart, and muttered indifferently:
"Did he travel through time and become a blind man? That's not right. Even a blind man should respond to such a loud voice..."

"Even if you are blind, you can't still be deaf..."

"No, where did Helen Keller come from, where did the suffering in the world come from..."

After making some unscrupulous remarks, the boy named Wu He still couldn’t believe that a male version of “Helen Keller” wearing linen clothes and obviously not from a wealthy background could live to be 16 years old and still be so tall and strong. If you don't reply all the time, you must have your own ideas.

Therefore, he pretended that he had not thought of this, and turned his head again, with his hands in a trumpet style, looking up at Wu He, who was more than a head taller than himself, and shouted to Wu He:
"Hey, can you hear me? I am Wu He and I am Wu He. I am you, another kind of fireworks of different colors..."

In response to this, Wu He frowned, but he still acted as if nothing had happened and nothing had been discovered. He even sat down on his knees and untied the vines and leaves balled up in his hands, revealing the inside. small fish.

Then he took out a portable fire stick from his waist and directly lit the dried rattan and leaves wrapping the small fish. He planned to barbecue on the spot...

While it was boiling, this guy was still mumbling.

"Brother and uncle, please do well. I'm just passing by. I don't know what gods and ghosts are, but I still ask everyone to do well. In the coming year, my book of Rebirth Mantra will be sent to you to reincarnate as soon as possible, instead of suffering here..."

Wu He learned these words from his cheap grandfather who was an opera singer in the past. Every time he passed by a place with graves, his cheap grandfather would say this. Wu He originally disdained it, but now It can only smell so good...

After all, Wu He couldn't tell whether the scene in front of him was a foggy space or a "sitting and forgetting path".

Wu He couldn't tell, he really couldn't tell. For the sake of his own life safety, he couldn't verify it himself. He had only one purpose in doing so - to hand over the right to verify to the other party.

If the opponent is a monster that can easily kill him without any action from him, then it doesn't mean much whether Wu He takes action or not.

If the opponent can hurt him without any action from him, but cannot kill him easily, then he will fight back when the time comes.

If the other party is just bluffing and he can't hurt Wu He without reacting, that would be best, which means Wu He can leave with peace of mind.

As for the last one, the foggy space, the Wu He opposite is indeed "Wu He".Then the opponent should be able to roughly understand his intentions, and just take action to prove it to himself.

Seeing this, the young man opposite seemed to understand something. He raised his head and glanced around, then touched his furry ears, and then showed an expression of realization, and soon the young man chuckled.

"Oh, it turns out you are scared. How can I say that you are acting so weird, but that's right. You are walking on the road and looking at such a scene. No one is afraid..."

But the next moment, a blue light flashed on the boy's shoulder, and a blue halo bloomed with dazzling light on his shoulder.The light passed from top to bottom and reached his right hand in an instant.

Wu He saw with his own eyes that Wu He made a power-charging gesture, leaning his right shoulder back, bending one palm and stretching it back like a spring. An inexplicable sense of oppression enveloped Wu He's heart, but he still had to bite the bullet Kneel down and sit on the spot.

Until the strong wind came, and a strong sense of oppression rushed directly to the tip of Wu He's nose.

At this point, Wu He could no longer suppress his body's instinct. His body suddenly stood up from his kneeling position, his arms instantly blocked him, and he suddenly collided with a group of blue matter rushing forward.

It was obvious that the other party was just a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, his body had just grown, he was even a head shorter than Wu He, and his weight was even different.

But the force of this punch violated physics and directly lifted Wu He up from the ground. He tilted his body and flew out diagonally.

Fortunately, Wu He didn't do too hard, and Wu He's physical coordination, which he had trained all year round and was trained by his family's theater troupe, was not compromised.

Although Wu He felt pain in his forearm, feeling the position he was in now also triggered alarm bells in his heart.Even with a forced twist of the body, he could barely see what was going on underneath him.

Wu He, who was about to slow down and fall to the ground, had quick eyesight and quick hands. He directly grabbed the corner of a tombstone and forced it to stop. However, this strong grip also directly caused the edge of the tombstone to scratch Wu He's finger, and blood flowed down on the tombstone. A long bloodstain was drawn on it, which made the scene look even more horrifying.

But Wu He, who barely stopped before he could hang up, breathed a sigh of relief. In the next moment, a dark shoe sole quickly magnified in his eyes, so frightened that he had to put his hands back and elbows to parry.

The person opposite who calls himself Wu He is indeed extraordinary. At such a young age, his weight is estimated to be less than two-thirds of Wu He's, but he is surprisingly strong and extremely dexterous.

It was clear that his body was in the air and there was nowhere to catch the ball, but he forcefully stepped on Wu He's elbow for three steps before turning over and landing.

After landing, Wu He didn't swing back at all. He just raised his foot and hit Wu He with a knee.

The series of moves flowed smoothly, and the force was so unreasonable that it made Wu He doubt his life.

In the end, Wu He struck the top of his knee, stepped on his chest, turned around and kicked his temple, knocking Wu He down to the ground, and forcefully knocked Wu He, a 1.7-meter-[-]-meter-tall, [-]-meter-weighted man, unconscious.

However, in response to this result, Wu He did not feel depressed in the moment before he fell into coma, and there was even a smile of relief on his face.

"Okay, sure. If I can wake up later, I will believe his words..."

"Goldfinger? I hope you won't disappoint me..."

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(End of this chapter)