"The person hasn't been sent either."
"It's still alive and kicking."
Soon, the sounds of the corpse collection team could be heard on the Local Area Network.
Qin Ze was greatly shocked.
Is the person still alive?
The signal on the Local Area Network has clearly disappeared.
Qin Ze switched to the perspective of the corpse-collecting team.
At a crossroads, he indeed saw the clone that should have died.
He stood by the roadside, rambling on and on to two mercenaries.
"The world is about to be destroyed; only by believing in our Lord can we gain eternal life!"
"Not only that, He will help you break free from the constraints of being human and become stronger!"
The clone, resembling a devout believer, earnestly expounded on the greatness of "the Lord" to the two mercenaries.
The mercenary grinned, "We don't have money for drinks, but we trust it because it can treat us."
The clone's eyes lit up. "Of course, no problem. As a follower of my Lord, this drink is on me."
The two mercenaries exchanged a smile.
He couldn't help but think to himself that he had really struck it lucky today; where did such a fool come from?
However, after searching his entire body, the clone couldn't find a single banknote.
He then said awkwardly, "My Lord always teaches that money is an external thing."
"As long as you serve well, the Lord will never treat you unfairly."
"The trials you are facing now are merely tests from the Lord; you must persevere and overcome them."
Upon hearing this, the two mercenaries' expressions immediately darkened.
"You little brat, are you playing us for a fool?"
The strong mercenary lifted the clone up like a chick.
Another person chimed in, "Honestly, take out all your valuables."
"Or I'll send you to see that damn master right now."
The clone's face was as cold as ice. "How dare you disrespect my master! You all deserve to die!"
Seeing that the clone's skin was gradually turning red, the mercenary quickly threw him away.
"Madman!"
They had never encountered such a ruthless and insane person.
It was just a robbery; there's no need to self-destruct.
The two mercenaries quickly ran away, fearing that the clones would explode and splatter them with blood.
"Shall we talk?"
The body-collecting team then approached, smiling as they watched the clone sitting on the ground, preparing to self-destruct.
He paused, then asked, "What are you talking about?"
The morgue crew said calmly, "Of course he's your master. I'm very interested in what you just said."
The clone was overjoyed and didn't self-destruct; it immediately dusted itself off and got up.
"I'm telling you, only..."
The morgue crew interrupted him, "This isn't the place to talk."
"I'll take you to a place where there are many devout believers like us, waiting for your preaching."
The clone couldn't wait any longer. "Then what are we waiting for? Lead the way!"
Half an hour later, at the Circus headquarters.
The Believer Clone was tied to a pillar on the first floor, surrounded by a group of old men watching the spectacle.
Many of them just got back.
They heard that one of them was a "living dead," and everyone wanted to see what was going on.
Qin Ze's face darkened.
He could hardly believe that what was in front of him was his own clone.
That's incredibly stupid; he was tricked into coming back with just a few words.
The old men around were pointing and whispering about the Believer Clone on the pillar.
"It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it."
"But there's no signal from him on the Local Area Network."
"Could someone have logged in from another location?"
"Such a good child, it's a pity he went mad."
"Since he's a traitor, I suggest he be burned at the stake as a warning to others!"
Who is the monkey?
"Who the monkey is doesn't matter, what matters is that I want to see him burned at the stake!"
Me too.
"..."
The clone, tied to the pillar, was cursing loudly.
"You heretics!"
"When our Lord descends, He will bring upon you the most severe judgment!"
"You'd better release me obediently, and I might put in a good word for you. Otherwise, you'll never be reincarnated!"
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows. "You've got a whole repertoire of words, are you planning to take the postgraduate entrance exam?"
"You've been talking about your Lord for so long, so what is your Lord actually called?"
"We need to know its name before we can worship it."
Upon hearing Qin Ze's words, the clone's brain went blank for a few seconds.
"The Lord is the Lord; His name is unimportant, for He can be everything!"
The Dharma King stood to the side with his arms crossed, shaking his head. "Hopeless."
Qin Ze examined the clone for a long time but still couldn't figure out what was wrong with it.
There was not a single sign of a fight on his body.
But it disconnected from the Local Area Network.
By normal standards, he would be a corpse by now.
However, the strange thing is that this thing is still alive and kicking.
However, he has completely changed in both personality and style of doing things, and is completely unrelated to Qin Ze's original self.
It's like a normally functioning computer suddenly being infected by a virus.
Just as Qin Ze was completely confused, Miss Sword Case floated down from upstairs.
Seeing so many clones gathered together, she couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Why did you summon so many War Puppet?"
The clones all rolled their eyes in unison.
Qin Ze casually remarked, "My War Puppet has suddenly stopped obeying my commands; I wonder what's wrong with it."
Miss Sword Case floated to the pillar, glanced at the clone above, and then screamed loudly.
"He's a fanatic, kill him!"
Qin Ze was somewhat surprised; Miss Sword Case seemed to have figured out the trick.
"To put it simply, what is a fanatic, and why would someone become a fanatic?"
Miss Sword Case stepped back to Qin Ze's side and said, "Fans are the minions of evil gods; they will spread like a plague!"
"Once discovered, it must be eliminated immediately!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Ze was even more puzzled.
How did my own clone become a minion of an evil god?
Everything was fine when I first arrived in Snow City.
Qin Ze said, "He couldn't have suddenly become like this on his own, could he?"
Miss Sword Case explained, "It's Preacher; a Preacher has infiltrated this world."
" Preacher are protected by evil gods, making them difficult for even the World Will to detect."
"If the Preacher are not identified in time, as the number of fanatics increases, the entire world will eventually become a breeding ground for evil gods."
Hearing this, Qin Ze understood.
There are no "outsiders" at all.
No wonder even Lao Dao didn't notice anything unusual.
It turns out that this mouse hiding in the shadows was protected by divine power.
Miss Sword Case continued, " Preacher use mental Corruption to convert their chosen targets into followers of evil gods."
"At that time, the fanatics will lose themselves, their minds filled only with their Fervor to the evil god."
After being reminded by Miss Sword Case, Qin Ze realized that he had not yet checked his clone's Spiritual Sea of Consciousness.
Qin Ze placed his right hand on the head of the struggling clone. As streams of spiritual energy spread out, he saw the internal structure of the clone's Spiritual Sea of Consciousness.
A black network covered the entire Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, taking root firmly like a virus.