Chapter 478 World Famous Painting: 'The Holy Father Spreads the Gospel of Healing in the World'
In the room, Bai Lang looked at his other self.
The 'ghost wave' who was like a twin brother made a fuss at this time and was in a bad mood. He responded to him with a very unsmiling expression. This made his handsome face, which he could never tire of, become particularly mocking and begging for beatings.
But this is definitely not his fault! Lang can be sure that the black thorn is not a normal clone.
The ghost has a close relationship with himself, just like the projection of the soul, but it is not an absolute control relationship. Bailang can command it to fight, telepathically make exquisite tactical coordination, and even let it die without hesitation.
But the black ghost has its own thinking mode, which Bailang cannot control and interfere with. Both parties share the thinking channel, and Bailang only occupies an absolutely dominant position. Although the ghost is passive, it has its own self and thoughts, and grows bit by bit. Like
Immature and stupid son.
In the past days, the Black Ghost was born not long ago. He was weak in intelligence, very simple, stupid and naive, like a puppet. But as time went by, he was used for a long time, died more, absorbed more thoughts released by himself, and was influenced by what he heard and saw.
Bailang taught through words and deeds, and developed an independent thinking model.
The relationship between the two is that the black thorn is more like the shadow of Bailang's soul, a polymer composed of uncontrolled thoughts (random thoughts) and extreme mental fluctuations every time he dies.
At this time, the ghost appeared in the form of a 'clone', and its independence was further strengthened, just like a real person. Lang could clearly feel the displeasure in Black Thorn's heart.
Part of it comes from the fact that it has not been released to participate in the battle recently, and can only sit on the sidelines to hold back the discomfort, and the hero has no place to use it; the other part is that it hates Bailang for stuffing the "Ode Collection" into his body, turning it into a thorn girl, and rubbing it against him.
That little bit of 'charm'.
At the same time, Bai Lang also sensed that the black ghost had faint symptoms of split personality. Is there a "Thorn Lady" personality sleeping in its mind?
If you master multiple shadow clones, the ghost clones will continue to split into more individuals, each of which is different, and the second clone will definitely produce a 'Thorn Lady' with an independent personality!
He thought the 'black thorn' was quite interesting. It was like a bubble made of distracting thoughts, colorful and unpredictable. Death was equivalent to being popped by the bubble. After it disappeared, IBM particles would blow a new one, and it would still be the same bubble.
If you master multiple clones and repeatedly cut this bubble, it can split into more bubbles. If you condense all the bubbles, they can quickly merge into one.
Hundred-faced Hassan, this is.
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He circled around the ghost clone and nodded with satisfaction. It looked exactly like him and had a similar temperament. The next step was to test his IQ. Can he take on the responsibility of playing himself and being a qualified stand-in?
"Say something and listen." Bailang ordered.
"Say something, come and listen... Say something, come and listen... Say something, come and listen!"
The ghost clone kept repeating it. The first time, the sound was like a mechanical sound with electric noise, without any emotional fluctuations. The second time, it became coherent and smooth. By the third time, it was no different from Bailang's voice, with a hint of emotion.
emotion.
Bailang felt the ghost's emotions and thoughts, but it couldn't express it fluently, which made him doubt whether the other party's IQ could communicate normally?
"Do you have a brain?"
"Do you have a brain?...You have a brain."
The ghost clone first imitated perfectly, then cut and pasted, changed the intonation and speed, and answered in Bailang's voice.
Bailang said in surprise: "Huh? You're so amazing. You've become smarter! Damn it."
The black thorn opposite him sat down, recalling the 'Bailang Dictionary' that he had copied for a long time, filtering out the words he wanted to express, and scolded with mockery in his eyes: "You?... Idiot, Thief Sun."
He was not angry after being scolded, but rather happy. Bailang continued to check the ghost's ability.
After this kind of clone is monopolized by the eighth wife, it cannot inherit chakra, blood, or energy, but after it is formed, it can be input in advance as a piggy bank and used normally.
In addition, it retains enhanced strength and agility, and masters the only magic-like ability of 'Thorns Counter-Injury'. It can use IBM particles to create mental pollution, activate 'Howl' to shock the spirit, and the duration of its existence corresponds to the amount of IBM particles in the body. Support
Charging, other ability bars cannot be shared.
Finally, he retains the ability to transform into a werewolf.
"Transform!" Bailang ordered.
"Roar!"
The face that originally belonged to him began to twist and become ferocious, the mouth was elongated into a wolf's snout, split at 90°, the canine teeth in the mouth turned into sharp fangs, black hair quickly covered the whole body, the body quickly expanded and broke through the clothes, turning into a human body.
Standing up, a giant black wolf with well-defined muscles emitted the low roar of a wild beast. It calmly looked down at Bailang.
Werewolf!
A proper werewolf transformation, but without the bloody smell of the beast. This is not a true werewolf bloodline, but a mimetic transformation.
After completing the research, Bailang gave Black Thorn 2.0 ten points. Its quality has surpassed that of the Shadow Clone, and is close to the Wood Escape Clone that can exist for a long time, and it can operate independently.
After the black thorn detransforms, the originally broken clothes are back. It actually hides the 'teenage safety mode'? It's really enviable.
Leaving Thorns behind to play himself, Bailang used his transformation technique to turn into a little black cat and jumped into Silly Fufu's backpack.
Little Fufu happily held Bailang's cat head and rubbed it on her little face affectionately. The whole cat was deformed, and then she happily put on her schoolbag and slipped out of the Snow Clan's land.
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After going out, Xiao Fufu turned left and right, and soon found a relatively remote residential house. She took out a card, checked the address on it again, and after confirming it was correct, she raised her hand and started knocking on the door.
Squeak...
The closed door was opened a crack, and it was dark inside. The light was projected in and illuminated one eye, which was watching her quietly.
There was no trace of panic in Silly Fufu's heart. Maybe she was really stupid, so she couldn't notice the fear. She smiled sweetly at the figure behind the door, nodded politely and said hello, and handed over the card in her hand: "Hello, sister, here it is."
After seeing the card in Xiao Fufu's hand, the door was pulled open. Ta said coldly: "Come in." But his eyes became softer, no longer looking at prey, and he was obviously affected by the charm of silly Fufu.
"Where's Bailang?"
She asked, and then she saw the backpack was pushed open, revealing a black cat head with stupid eyes and an overall expression that exuded a sense of stupidity. He turned around in a ghostly manner, jumped out uncoordinated, and fell down with an ouch.
He fell to the floor and twisted around until the transformation spell was released.
After getting up calmly, as if nothing had happened, Bailang asked mysteriously: "Have you brought the goods?"
Ta pointed in a direction and replied succinctly: "Storage room." Then, he ignored Foolish Lang and took the initiative to take Little Fufu's hand and took her to the living room to eat fruit. It was obviously his first time as a guest.
Bailang was also very casual and relaxed. After nodding his head, he walked straight in the direction pointed by the tower.
The two parties get along calmly and harmoniously, just like an old married couple for many years. This is a girl who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.
Bailang opened the door to the storage room and was startled: "Go and lie down! What's going on?"
In the limited and oppressive small space, there is only enough room for Kuritsumaru to lie flat, and there is no place to stand upright. The space is about 2.3 meters high, and there is a dim light bulb installed. Staying here seems like there is not enough oxygen to even breathe.
Kurisu Kushimaru's body was weak and his eyes were dull, but they reflected a strange green light from the eyes of a dead fish. His spirit had been in a state of mental collapse, and he was completely paralyzed from the neck down. A needle was inserted into his wrist using first aid, and the needle was hung above it.
He uses a 'Magic Rabbit Cadre' as a blood pack to deliver green blood to him to extend his life.
Tower was obviously afraid that the rabbit would die from excessive blood loss, so he hung up a normal blood bag for the rabbit, hung it up in matryoshka mode, and continued to inject fresh blood. Through its biological dialysis device, it artificially synthesized evil spirits containing natural energy.
It can absorb rabbit blood and supplement nutrients for Chuanwan.
"It's time to show off your true medical skills!"
Bai Lang's expression became solemn, he put on his white coat as a decorator, and in turn changed the cross knife, the adjustable anesthesia wrench, the battery defibrillator, the rusty nails for acupuncture, the wires, the elf ball, and the bundle of shivering
The little bunnies are placed on the floor, neatly arranged in order of size.
The whole process is orderly and step-by-step, full of a sense of sacred medical ritual.
Finally, he took out the evil totem cross, made a shrine in the corridor, began to pray devoutly, and recited the healing gospel. The original painting style of the witch doctor who danced with the gods was instantly sublimated.
Time freezes at a moment, world-famous painting: "The Holy Father Spreads the Gospel of Healing in the World"
