Chapter 39: Unspeakable mumbling, transaction (please collect and recommend)

"A newcomer is coming." Bai Mo from the Dragon Clan looked at the "newcomer" who walked out of the gray fog and spoke first.

Hokage Baimo looked at the newcomer carefully, then said in surprise: "I didn't expect that there would be a female version of me, but why is it a steel plate."

"…I am Weird White Foam."

After Guimi Baimo's words, everyone here was a little confused.

No, does time flow so long here?

From Sequence Nine all the way to Sequence Seven, evolving from an assassin to a witch?
Afterwards, Guimi Baimo explained his situation, mainly focusing on the blurry shadow of a city he saw.

Hokage Baimo said thoughtfully: "So that's why, it's because of the City of Disaster, the original Yin side."

Weird White Foam turned his head, looked at the Heaven-shaking White Foam that appeared here, and asked doubtfully: "Have you figured it out?"

"It's a rough guess." Yiquan Baimo explained.

"I am here, actually a projection in my own world. Death will not cause anything at all. I will just lose some of the 'memories' I gained here."

"If I explain it from the perspective of information, then the me that appears here is like a tentacle extending from the me in the world."

The dragon Bai Mo waved his hand and said, "You can regard the "self" here as a projection in your own world."

During the seven days in this mysterious space, Bai Mo, who is in the mysterious space, will forget some of his "memories" due to death.

Just like the white foam covering the sky, I don’t remember the details, and some of the memories that appeared here have been forgotten.

"At the same time, I am sure that the 'Bai Mo' that appeared here cannot carry too much 'power'." Bai Mo of the Dragon Clan clenched his palms and then relaxed.

"In my own world, I can mentally cover, absorb, and digest. My mental strength is not... so weak."

"The same." Yiquan Baimo nodded, and after Longzu Baimo finished speaking, he also said that he had "become weaker."

"If we become a group like the Doctor, I won't be so weak."

"I can't bring my chakra in, and mental illusions can't do that."

"Isn't this certain?" Yiquan Baimo waved his hand.

"If we are really in the flesh, how could it be possible that we just dissipated like he did when he died?"

Conan Baimo said: "I have learned the magician's training method of tempering the spirit. I can be sure that when we come to this gray fog space, we can only carry a part of the power."

At most, they carry a little "information", which is part of their own memories.

Chakra, magic, mental power, a punch of white foam, nanomachines implanted in cells... this thing can't be brought in at all
"So that's how it is." After patiently listening to their descriptions, Guimi Baimo paused and then spoke.

"Can we trade 'abilities'?" Yiquan Baimo asked.

Hokage Baimo continued the conversation along this topic.

"Trading the 'world specialties' I brought with me - knowledge, this seems to be a good idea."

Hokage Baimo looked at the Dragon Clan and the Secret World Baimo, smiled and said: "A new round of transactions."

This is something that requires careful consideration, considering the situations and personal factors in the respective worlds of Guimi Baimo and Longzu Baimo.

"I'm not against the transaction." Dragon Clan Bai Mo said, "It's just that I can't guarantee that you won't be assimilated by me."

"It's the same for me. The mysterious spiritual pollution and the city of disaster are always with you. I can't guarantee that you won't be infected by me."

They were clearly preparing to cooperate, but the two of them seemed to be drawing their weapons and preparing for a fight.

Silence, then Hokage Baimo clapped his hands and said, "Let's notarize it. I think Conan's magic, One Punch's black technology, the variables of the sky, and the alien plant people in the Naruto world are enough to guarantee the transaction, right?"

Still silent, after a while, the two looked at each other, and after their eyes changed several times, they reached a consensus.

"trade."

"This is the first time we have made a transaction. This is a day worth celebrating." Hokage Baimo clapped his hands, feeling excited about it.

The mysterious Baimo stretched out his hand, and then the dragon Baimo stretched out his hand.

The two of them quickly conducted a "transaction" using the method that Baimo took out his trump cards from the bottom of his box, which involved different fields such as magic, ninjutsu, science, and spirit.

Information transmission.

Weird Baimo knew about the "holy way" of Dragon Baimo, while Dragon Baimo knew about her nonsense, absurd and disgusting mental pollution.

From nothing to something, becoming the origin - Weird Baimo rubbed her forehead. She thought, is this something that a human can really accomplish?
By then, will “I” be white foam or the embodiment of the city of disaster?

"This is really a sanctity." The dragon Baimo shook his head, trying to reduce the harm caused by these spiritual pollution.

Fortunately, I don't have any extraordinary characteristics. The mental pollution caused by the mysterious white foam is just rootless water.

It will only cause pressure on his mind, and will not cause the pollution and distortion like in the world of the Lord of Mysteries.

After listening to the mysterious Baimo's mumbling and chatting for a long time, Longzu Baimo also traded some new content one by one. Then he followed the contract and committed suicide.

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Dragon Clan, Bai Mo rubbed his temple with his hand.

Inside his mind, these garbled mumblings caused his thinking speed to plummet.

The Lord of Mysteries's mumbling was really a bunch of incomprehensible things. If it weren't for "himself" as a translator, Bai Mo wouldn't even be able to understand it.

But precisely because it is so difficult to understand, Bai Mo becomes more confident about his next actions.

"Gibberish, illogical nonsense."

Bai Mo muttered to himself, and at the same time upgraded every thought that this "garbled code" gave him.

Just like downloading a firewall on a computer, this antivirus software from another world gave Bai Mo the confidence to officially join the game.

Relying on this anti-virus software, Bai Mo searches and upgrades himself.

Multitasking, shared memories.

This resulted in the fact that these seemingly numerous white foams actually only had one main body, "White Foam". In reality, these extra bodies were like the third hand that White Foam had grown out of.

Japan, Qi stopped turning the pages of the book.

Updated firewall.

Whispering from a mysterious world.

A collection of pollution...

Whispering silently in his heart, Qi closed the black book.

Learning has no end, not only for Qi, but also for the rest of Baimo.

Multitasking allows Bai Mo to process pharmaceutical products in a Shanghai laboratory, research dragon's blood, travel to Japan to carry out a mission... and read books at the same time.

Qi walked to the bed, took out the coat that was thrown on the bed, and put it on.

After leaving the hotel, Qi opened an umbrella and walked through the drizzling rain.

The flow of people is like a tide. Even though this is not a bustling area in Tokyo, there are still people and cars everywhere.

As Qi walked, he was mentally covering his puppet in his mind.

"Snake Qi Bajia, here I come."

…………

Junichi Oda felt that his situation was very bad.

Ever since Qi met him, he felt that his mental state was getting worse and worse.

Just like those out-of-control bloodlines recorded in family records.

In the early stages, he had hallucinations, was unable to control his own dragon blood, the hybrid's words were used unconsciously, and he committed accidental violent destruction, etc.

Now Junichi Oda finds that his situation is very similar to what is recorded, with almost identical changes.

If I continue to lose control, the next stage will be dominated by dragon blood and I will become a beast.

As the loss of control worsens, symptoms of dragonization will appear on the body surface, scales will grow, and the bones and muscles of the limbs will show visible abnormalities.

The final stage, the death soldiers, or dragon-type death soldiers.

In my mind, phantom sounds float.

The waves of bewitching devilish sounds made Jun'ichi Oda walk on thin ice. He did not dare to reveal that he was losing control in front of his family.

Jun'ichi Oda forced himself to stay calm and act as if he was working seriously under the surveillance camera.

At the same time, whispering in my heart——

who are you?
The answer came to mind.

who am I?
『Shadow Assassin Huangquan』

In Jun'ichi Oda's eyes, the world was gradually engulfed by the stinking blood.

The convenience store in front of him suddenly turned into a lake of blood filled with bones.

He stood alone on a floating island in the Blood Lake, his limbs nailed to a dead tree that had already rotted away.

In the air above the Blood Lake, on a stone chair wrapped in vines sat a man wearing a red bamboo hat.

Opening his mouth, Junichi Oda wanted to speak.

But he found that his throat was blocked by something unknown and he could not make any sound.

"You're going to die."

A language he understood in his heart.

He was overbearing and majestic, like an emperor passing judgment. He had no intention of resisting and could only obey his orders.

Junichi Oda found himself as if he had been cut into pieces, and the other self was like a puppet in Huang Quan's hands.

He wanted to resist, but the dragon blood in his body seemed to have disappeared. No matter how hard he tried, how he used his spiritual power, or how he struggled... the bone nail that bound him did not move at all, as steady as a rock.

Huang Quan raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, Jun'ichi Oda's consciousness seemed to be severely damaged. His head was dizzy and he felt like he was dead.

In the real world, Junichi Oda is still carrying out his mission, and he is doing the surveillance seriously and diligently.

However, his core has now been replaced by Qi.

Memory sharing, firewall layout, and his own consciousness as the first layer of isolation wall.

In Qi's hands, the first layer of Jun'ichi Oda's spirit is himself, and the second layer of "skin" is the incomprehensible absurdity composed of delirium.

The "core" under the skin, this last layer is Baimo No. 6, the Shadow Assassin Huangquan, which was split from Baimo.

Like Su Xiaoqiang's spirit, Bai Mo's shadow stands behind her.

The same is true for Junichi Oda today.

The one rare difference between the two was that the white foam behind Jun'ichi Oda had completely devoured him and had begun digesting and acting him out.

"Digestion complete." He said to himself.

At this time, Junichi Oda's personality, tone, and habits have completely transformed into that of a completely different person.

When he looked directly at Bai Mo, due to the huge difference between the two of them, he was quickly assimilated and swallowed by Bai Mo.

Zheng!
The sound of a sword being drawn.

　Grow and then reach the initial stage of trading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)