Dimensional Eroders

In the room, Bailang looked at another self.

The 'Ghost Wave', who was like a twin brother, made a fart at this time, was in a bad mood, and responded to him with a very awkward expression. Let his handsome face, which he never tires of, become extraordinarily mocking and beating.

But this is definitely not my fault! Lang can be sure that the black thorn is not a normal clone.

The ghost has a close relationship with itself, like a projection of the soul, but it does not have absolute control over the relationship. Bailang can command it to fight, telepathy can make exquisite tactical cooperation, and even let it die without hesitation.

But the black ghost has its own way of thinking, which Bailang can't control and interfere with. The two sides share the thinking channel, Bailang only occupies an absolute dominant position, and although the ghost is passive, it has its own self and thoughts, and grows bit by bit. Like an immature stupid son.

In the past days, the black ghost was born not long ago, lacking in intelligence and very simple, stupid and innocent like a puppet. But as time went by, he had been used for a long time, died more, and absorbed more thoughts of self-release. He was influenced by Bailang's precepts and deeds, and had a set of independent thinking modes.

The relationship between the two, the black thorn is more like the shadow of Bailang's soul, which is a polymer composed of uncontrolled thoughts (crazy 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 clearly felt the displeasure in Black Thorn's heart.

Part of it is because it was not released to participate in the battle recently, so it can only watch and feel uncomfortable, and the hero is useless; That meager bit of 'charm'.

At the same time, Bailang also sensed that the black ghost had symptoms of split personality. There is still a personality of the "thorn lady" sleeping in its mind?

If you master multiple shadow clones yourself, the ghost clone will continue to split into more individuals, each of which is different, and the second clone will definitely produce a "thorn lady" with independent personality!

He thinks the 'black thorn' is very interesting, like a bubble made up of distracting thoughts, colorful and unpredictable. Death is equal to being punctured by a bubble, and after disappearing, a new one is blown by IBM particles, which is still it.

If you master multiple clones and repeatedly cut this bubble, it can split into more bubbles. If all the bubbles are condensed, they can quickly fuse into one.

Hassan the Hundred Faces, this is it.

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He circled around the ghost clone, nodded in satisfaction, it looked exactly like himself, and had a similar temperament, and the next step was to test his IQ. Let's see if he can take on the responsibility of playing himself and being a qualified stand-in?

"Say something and listen." Bailang ordered.

"Say~ say something, come and listen~ listen... say something, talk, listen... say something and listen!"

The ghost clone kept repeating. For the first time, the voice was like a mechanical sound with electrical noise, without emotional fluctuations. The second time it became coherent and smooth, and by the third time, it was no different from Bailang's voice, and it was full of emotion.

Bailang felt the ghost's emotions and thoughts, but it couldn't express it fluently, so he had to wonder if the other party's IQ could communicate normally?

"Do you have a brain?"

"Have you got a brain? . . . have a brain."

The ghost avatar imitated perfectly first, then cut and pasted it, changed the tone and speed of speech, and answered with Bailang's voice.

Bailang said in surprise: "Huh? Amazing, you've become smarter! Damn it."

The black thorn on the opposite side sat down, recalling the "Bailang Lexicon" that he had copied for a long time, sifted out the words he wanted to express, and scolded mockingly: "You... idiot, thief grandson."

He was not angry when he was scolded, but a little happy. Bailang continued to check the ghost's ability.

After this kind of avatar is monopolized by the eight wives, it cannot inherit chakra, qi and blood, or true qi energy, but after it is formed, it can be used as a piggy bank in advance and used normally.

In addition, it retains enhanced strength and agility, masters the only magic-like ability of "Thorn Retaliation", can use IBM particles to create mental pollution, launch "snarl" to shock the spirit, and the duration of existence corresponds to the amount of IBM particles in the body. Charging is supported, other ability bars cannot be shared.

Finally, the ability to transform into a werewolf is retained.

"Transform!" Bailang ordered.

"Roar!"

The face that originally belonged to me began to distort and become ferocious, the mouth was stretched 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 swelled rapidly and broke through the clothes, and turned into a human standing And then, the muscular black giant wolf let out a beast's low cry from its throat. Calmly looking down at the white waves.

Werewolves!

A proper werewolf transformation, but without the bloody aura of the beast. This is not true werewolf blood, but a form of mimicry.

After the research, Bailang gave Black Thorn 2.0 ten points. Its quality has surpassed that of the shadow clone, almost equal to the long-standing wooden clone, and it can operate independently.

Let the black thorn undo the transformation, and the original broken clothes came back. Hidden 'teen safety mode'? It's really enviable.

Thorn was left to act as himself, while Bailang performed the transformation technique and turned into a little black cat, which jumped into the silly fufu's backpack.

Xiao Fufu joyfully held Bailang's cat's head, and rua'd it affectionately on her little face, the whole cat was deformed, and then happily put on her schoolbag and slipped out of the Snow Clan.

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After going out, Xiao Fufu turned left and right, and soon found a relatively remote dwelling. She took out a card, checked the address on it again, and raised her hand to knock on the door after confirming that it was correct.

squeak...

The closed door was opened with a gap, and the inside was pitch black, and the light was projected in to illuminate one eye, who was watching her quietly.

Silly Fufu didn't feel any panic in her heart, maybe she was really stupid, so she couldn't feel the fear. She smiled sweetly at the figure behind the door, nodded politely, and handed out the card in her hand: "Hi sister, here it is."

After seeing the card in Xiao Fufu's hand, the door was pulled open. Ta said indifferently: "Come in." But his eyes became softer, no longer scrutinizing his prey, obviously affected by the charm of silly fufu.

"Where's Bailang?"

She asked a question, and then saw the backpack being pushed open, revealing a black cat head with stupid eyes and a stupid look on its overall expression. He fell to the floor and writhed until the Polymorph was released.

Only then did he get up calmly, as if nothing had happened, Bailang asked mysteriously, "Did you bring it?"

Ta pointed in one direction, and answered concisely: "The storage room." Then, ignoring the idiot Lang, he took Xiao Fufu's hand and took her to the living room to eat some fruit. It was his first time to be a guest, and Bailang relaxed very casually. After nodding his head, he walked straight to the direction pointed by the tower.

The two sides get along in a flat and harmonious way, just like an old married couple for many years. This is a girl who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Opening the door of the storage room, Bailang was startled: "Lie down! What's going on?"

In the limited and oppressive small space, there is only enough space for the chestnut string pill to lie flat, and there is no place for a cone to stand. The space is about 2.3 meters high, and a dim light bulb is installed. Staying here seems to be short of oxygen.

Li Shouchuanwan was weak, and his eyes were dull, but they reflected a strange green light from the eyes of dead fish. He has been in a state of mental breakdown, completely paralyzed from the neck down, and a needle was inserted into his wrist by emergency means, and a "magic rabbit cadre" hung above the needle as a blood bag, delivering green blood for his life.

The tower is obviously afraid that the rabbit will lose too much blood and die, so he hangs a normal blood bag for the rabbit, hangs the rabbit for his life in the nesting doll mode, continuously injects fresh blood, and artificially synthesizes evil spirits containing natural energy through its biological dialysis device Rabbit blood can be used to supplement nutrition for string pills.

"It's time to show real medical skills!"

With a solemn expression, Bailang changed into a white coat of a decorator, and successively put the cross knife, adjustable anesthesia wrench, storage battery defibrillator, rusty nails for acupuncture, electric wires, a poke ball, and a bundle of shivering The little rabbits are placed on the floor, arranged neatly in order of size.

The whole process is methodical and step-by-step, full of ritual sense of sacred medical treatment.

Finally, he took out the fel totem cross, made a shrine in the corridor, began to pray devoutly, and recited the healing gospel. The witch doctor's painting style of the original dance master was sublimated in an instant.

Time freezes at a moment, world-famous painting: "The Holy Father Spreads the Gospel of Healing on Earth"