Chapter 380 Cloning

Li Ge was already stunned.

This kind of makeup technique...can already be called a disguise technique!

"Is now the time to pursue this kind of thing?" The system exclaimed in Li Ge's mind, "Quickly ask what happened!"

Li Ge quickly came back to his senses and looked at Yao Wenmao.

"What the hell happened."

"I..." Yao Wenmao's eyes drifted as if he was remembering, and he made a sound as if he was in a dream.

"I heard things I shouldn't have heard."

…

Every "upper class person" who can appear here is the master of a city.

Cities range from more than 100,000 people to nearly one million.

Of course, owning a city only means having the qualifications to trade.

One hundred thousand people in exchange for one entry ticket.

After entering here, everything needs to be exchanged for human souls.

"But..." Li Ge frowned and questioned, "If it happens to be a small city with a level of 100,000 people, wouldn't the base owner spend everything they have in exchange for an entry ticket?"

Yao Wenmao shook his head.

"No. These 100,000 people will only be given the mark and then returned to their original cities."

Having said this, Yao Wenmao paused and showed a mocking expression.

"According to what the ancestor said."

"Actually?" Li Ge asked.

"Actually... the people who return to the city seem to be the same as before, but they are no longer the same people."

"I haven't figured out what's going on yet, but you can understand it as... a clone."

"Clone?"

Li Ge only thought this was ridiculous.

"What about those people who were originally traded?"

"it's here."

Yao Wenmao stretched out his finger, pointed downward, and tapped in the void.

"Here?" Li Ge couldn't close his mouth.

--here?

——Although the space here is large and prosperous enough, it doesn't look like it accommodates hundreds or thousands of cities.

Faced with Li Ge's doubts, Yao Wenmao shook his head.

"Not...here." Yao Wenmao drew a flat circle in the void with his finger, and then pointed clearly at the ground again.

"Here! Down below."

"They are down there, with parts of their souls cut off to serve as culture medium for clones."

"After the cultured clones live in the city for a period of time, they will be recycled regularly and new clones will be put in."

“In short, it’s a constant cycle that never stops.”

"In this way, no matter how big the city is, they can have a steady stream of souls for trading."

…

Li Ge was completely confused by the truth he just learned.

All of this was probably planned by the ancestor.

But why did the ancestor do this?

They imprisoned people in one city after another, and painstakingly cultivated clones and transported them back.

Every once in a while, the clones are recycled and new clones are added.

It's almost like... farming.

City after city is like a chicken farm.

When the chicken is mature, it can be plucked and slaughtered.

Could it be that the ancestor...cannibalized people?

besides……

Is it true that Yao Wenmao revealed this to himself just because of his conscience?

"Of course not." Yao Wenmao smiled foolishly, tears streaming down his face as he smiled.

"How can a coward like me be willing to die for others?"

"But... although my soul has not been cut off, there is a wound on it, I know it!"

"The moment they cut me, I regretted it!"

"That's right, I'm a coward and a waste!"

"I was scared, but it was too late."

"But, do you know what a wound on the soul looks like?!"

"My entire body is exposed to the emotions emanating from others, and it seems like I have lost all protection!"

"All the painful, crazy, desperate cries appear in my ears day after day, and there is not a single second of silence!"

By the end, Yao Wenmao was already a little hysterical.

"I can't stand it anymore! I want to have a good sleep at night, I want to read quietly for a while, and I don't want to know who is in pain right now!"

"Or! Let me die in peace!"

"Retribution! This is retribution!"

"Li Ge, thank you, thank you for taking Qingzhou City from my hands!"

"Wait a minute." Li Ge suddenly interrupted, "If other people's souls are incomplete, they should also be able to hear these voices. Why aren't they like you..."

Yao Wenmao raised his head sharply and stared at Li Ge with his eyes suddenly filled with blood.

"They said! Don't pay attention! No! Do! Pay attention! Yes!"

"As long as you don't care and don't listen, you won't be able to hear!"

"Is it that simple?" Li Ge was stunned.

"Easy?" Yao Wenmao rushed forward and grabbed Li Ge by the collar. "Some people asked me to save him. So many people asked me to save him. How could I be indifferent?" "

"Li Ge, do you think I have no heart!?"

Just when Li Ge wanted to continue asking something, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Li Ge atomized his body in an instant, and the door opened below in a second.

"Third Young Master Yao, Xiang Jiaxin has brought a girl, do you want..."

"Get out!" Yao Wenmao grabbed the water glass at hand and slammed it against the door.

The water glass broke and water splashed everywhere.

The door is closed.

Outside the door, the group of young people who looked like dandies like Yao Wenmao walked away shoulder to shoulder.

"What's wrong with Mr. Yao?"

"It's that... the sequelae after the mark, it's probably happening again."

"Young Third Master Yao, Yao Trash is pretty much the same. As long as you are not curious and don't listen, it will be solved in a few days. He hasn't solved it yet."

"Probably curious about what those voices are saying."

"Actually, I was also a little curious about why I was cold, tired, hungry, and scared... Later I got tired of hearing it, and the sound was howling and crying, which made me a little annoyed, so I stopped listening to it."

"I estimate that Young Master Yao committed suicide out of curiosity and suffered a nervous breakdown from the anti-missile system. He just needs a few good nights' sleep..."

…

After those people left, the house became quiet again, except for Yao Wenmao's breathing.

Li Ge appeared and looked at Yao Wenmao again.

This person... at least has some conscience?

Looking back, Li Ge looked in the direction outside the door again.

Or... those people outside have long lost their conscience.

…

Yao Wenmao can hear inexplicable calls, which is also a kind of inspiration.

Inspiration is different from any other human perception.

Human perception is often passive.

When the sound reaches the eardrum, the sound is heard.

Light of various colors is reflected into people's pupils, and people can see images and colors.

When an object touches a person's skin, the person can feel the touch.

But no matter what kind of perception it is, humans will have ways to actively isolate themselves.

For example, cover your ears, close your eyes, or move your body to avoid contact.

The same goes for inspiration.

Inspiration requires the soul to let go and actively perceive.

If the soul is closed, the perception will be much weaker.

The incompleteness of the soul will change this initiative.

The outer layer of protection of the soul is incomplete, making it easier for external emotions and spiritual energy to invade.

However, it stands to reason that Yao Wenmao should not be affected so seriously.

The voices Yang Wenmao heard had no specific target, and the final point was not Yao Wenmao.

These spiritual energies and emotions should have drifted away unconsciously until they were exhausted.

Only when Yao Wenmao pays attention to those voices and longs to hear those voices can he resonate with those emotions and spiritual energy, allowing the unconscious and drifting emotions to find an attractive target.

In short, it is Yao Wenmao's desire and emotion that attracts the pain floating in the air.

The incompleteness of his soul aggravated Yao Wenmao's own emotional fluctuations, making the invasion of external emotions more difficult to resist.

However, from another aspect, this also proves that Yao Wenmao himself is a relatively empathetic person, and he cares about the pain and despair of other people.

Apart from being too cowardly, this person still has some redeeming qualities.

"There are many kinds of death." Li Ge said.

"If it were me, I would definitely not die like a coward. At least..."

Li Ge raised his eyes and pointed outside: "I have to let those bastards who can't empathize with me and dare to laugh at me join me."

"I don't want to." Yao Wenmao held his head and murmured in a low voice, "I just want to be quiet. It's my fault. I'm so useless..."

"Or simply kill those who disturb my peace?" Li Ge tried to propose again.

Yao Wenmao looked up, with a look of disbelief and horror.

"Are you a devil? They are already in such pain, and you still want to kill them!?"

Li Ge: "..."

——Unexpectedly, this guy is still a kind person. You are simply ashamed of the training Shenzhou Biological Group has given you!

"Or... even if you die, you have to fight for what you want to do."

Li Ge is good at teaching.

"Is there anything you want to do?"

Listening to Li Ge's words, Yao Wenmao's eyes were a little confused.

"I...what do I want to do? I want to..."

"I think……"

"I want to... help them."

"Yes, I want to help them."

Yao Wenmao seemed to have finally made his mind clear, and he became more and more fluent as he spoke.

"I also know that I don't have the ability to save them all."

"But...one or two should be fine...right..."

"If it really succeeds... there should be at least one or two people who can remember that I, Yao Wenmao, am not a loser..."

As he spoke, Yao Wenmao's tears fell without warning.

"Why are you crying?" Li Ge couldn't bear it anymore, "If you want to do it, just do it!"

"But - I don't know where they are -"

Yao Wenmao burst into tears.

…

A grown man cried like this in front of Li Ge. Li Ge felt that he was about to get cancer from embarrassment.

Li Ge never understood how people like Yao Wenmao developed self-doubt in their brains.

Finally, Li Ge walked to Yao Wenmao's side, stared at his face full of snot and tears, sighed helplessly, and picked up the iron teapot on the table.

"Empty... empty!" Yao Wenmao said while crying and burping, "I want to drink water... over there..."

"Bang~"

A crisp impact sounded, and Yao Wenmao immediately stopped shouting and rushed to the street, hitting his face on the coffee table with a "snap".

Li Ge put a cold face on the smashed iron kettle on the table.

"I know."