Mysterious resurrection, something's wrong with this guy.

Chapter 39: The Foreign Devil Buried in Mou

In the empty courtyard, one after another, pale-skinned, numb-eyed corpses emerged from the soil, standing stiffly around Su Qin.

Looking at this large group of ghost slave clones, Su Qin began to have a problem again.

"How am I supposed to take this huge group of tools out? If I just take them out like this, it'll scare people to death! But I can't just throw them away after I'm done with them! It's such a waste to throw away such useful things. I need to think of a good way to deal with them."

This is indeed a difficult problem. Although the individual supernatural strength of these ghost slave clones is not high, their large number makes up for it. The more the better. How could Su Qin bear to give them up? But how to take them out is a problem. He needs to return to Dajing City, and these ghost slave clones cannot appear in public.

"How about we do some other little experiments? As the main body, you can invade the clone, and the clone can invade the main body in the same way!"

The clone Su Qin was also thinking about this problem, but he wasn't as helpless as the original body. He just couldn't act rashly, otherwise the original body would definitely kill him.

The clone's words reminded Su Qin, and he suddenly seemed to have thought of something.

"That's right! My own supernatural abilities can penetrate physical objects, and these clones also possess the same supernatural abilities. Why not just let them invade some object?"

You! Try and invade his body!

Su Qin pointed to one of the ghost slave clones, and then to the Su Qin clone next to it. He wouldn't try this on himself before the results were in. These clones were meant for doing these kinds of things, weren't they?

The ghost slave clone looked at Su Qin's clone beside it, stiffly walked towards him, but did not collide with the clone's body, nor did it merge into it. Instead, it strangely walked into the monocle, which was the supernatural medium between them.

Su Qin was slightly surprised by the result, but he was also very satisfied. With the issue of the clones resolved, the next step was to deal with the two ghosts.

Nowadays, the Paranormal Investigation Bureau has relatively strict rules and regulations. This old ghost with the ghost realm probably can't be kept and will have to be handed over to the Bureau. After all, there are definitely many military personnel guarding the outside, who know about the changes in the ghost realm of this temple. The Bureau must also know that this place is shrouded in the ghost realm. It's not so easy to fool them.

He planned to hand the old ghost over to the investigation bureau, leaving the other ghost behind—the terrifying vengeful spirit that could launch indiscriminate supernatural attacks. It was fortunate that this thing appeared in the old ghost's ghost realm; if it had appeared in the city, it would have been a major disaster.

It absolutely cannot be handed over. If those lunatics in the lab mess it up, who knows what kind of big trouble it will cause. It must be kept in our hands, even if we can't use it, it can't fall into other people's hands.

"Go find something to wrap this body bag, and everyone hide inside the monocle."

The ghost servants scattered in all directions, searching for anything they could use. Eventually, someone tore off the red cloth that had been covering the Buddha statue and wrapped the golden body bag tightly inside.

Supernatural phenomena certainly cannot affect gold, but simply wrapping it up will solve the problem.

The ghost servant clones, carrying the tightly wrapped golden body bags, began to walk one after another into the monocle perched on Su Qin's eye socket.

In Su Qin's vision, stiff, numb corpses followed his clones, walking towards him along his line of sight. These eerie clones shrank continuously in his vision, following the medium line into the monocle.

All the clones were hidden inside that strange monocle, leaving Su Qin alone standing in the silent Jinshan Temple.

The entire city of Tianjin was experiencing torrential rain. Su Qin walked through the rain on an empty mountain path, where he could vaguely see squads of heavily armed steel men patrolling the entire mountain.

When Su Qin reached the mountain gate halfway up the mountain, he suddenly stopped and looked warily at a small house next to the gate. He sensed that someone was watching him, or perhaps, a ghost, was in that house!

"Amitabha! Excellent, excellent! My Jinshan Temple has been established for a hundred years, yet I never imagined it would suffer such a calamity. It is truly the will of Heaven that cannot be defied! This old monk is truly ashamed!"

An elderly monk in his sixties or seventies with a white beard walked out of the small house, looking in the direction of Jinshan Temple with a melancholy expression.

Su Qin kept his eyes fixed on the old monk, standing still and not daring to relax for a moment.

In his line of sight, the two deep yellow medium lines on the seemingly ordinary old monk's body were particularly conspicuous, indicating that the old monk was controlling two terrifying A-level ghosts. But that was not the point, and it was not enough to make Su Qin so vigilant as if facing a formidable enemy.

What's truly chilling is that the old monk's pocket contained a third, faint supernatural force, and this force had a subtle connection to the monocle on Su Qin's eye socket.

"Master, please accept my condolences! My abilities are limited. It is already a miracle that I survived this supernatural event. I have no ability to save the monks in the temple."

Su Qin remained calm, replied to the old monk's words, and then prepared to leave.

However, just as Su Qin took a step forward, the old monk blocked his way.

"Wait, benefactor! Jinshan Temple is destined for this calamity; it is the will of Heaven. However, I beg you to leave the vengeful ghosts within the temple, for this old monk needs to chant sutras daily to deliver them from their wrath!"

The old monk did not act rashly. He had a premonition that what happened in Jinshan Temple might be beyond his expectations. The fact that the monocle appeared on Su Qin was enough to illustrate the seriousness of the problem. It was very likely that the worst had already happened. He was now his last hope and could not act rashly. He needed to wait for the right opportunity. He would first try to communicate with this guy to see what was going on.

The old monk had no intention of making a move, but Su Qin couldn't stand it any longer. His ghost hand had already appeared above the old monk's head, ready to launch a sudden attack.

"You persistent foreign devil! Still daring to play tricks here! This time I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Su Qin suddenly launched an attack, his hands reaching out towards the old monk's head, while at the same time the ghostly hand above the old monk's head also quickly grabbed at him.

Three hands simultaneously reached for the old monk's head, but Su Qin's supernatural attack failed to work.

Suddenly, the old monk clasped his hands together and knelt down with a thud, making a strange gesture of kneeling and worshipping Buddha. Instantly, the three hands stopped in mid-air, as if blocked by something, unable to go any further.

Suddenly, Su Qin felt a chill creep over him. His knees were bending slightly, as if he wanted to kneel down, and his hands were involuntarily moving closer to the other person. It was as if an unseen hand was grabbing Su Qin's hands, trying to bring his palms together.

These are two terrifying supernatural attacks. If Su Qin's legs were to fall to his knees, or his hands were to be clasped together, he would definitely die.

However, it wasn't that easy. The supernatural forces surrounding the two were locked in a continuous battle, and now it was a contest of who could hold out longer and who would be the first to revive.

"What a cunning yellow-skinned pig! He saw through my identity so quickly."

With his identity exposed, the old monk was too lazy to pretend anymore. His eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at Su Qin. This guy had not only ruined his plans but also killed his true self and taken everything from him.

"Hehe! Foolish foreign devil, your terrible acting skills can only fool stupid fools like you. Have you ever seen an old monk who sees his own temple destroyed and still guards the mountain gate alone?"

The monocle in your pocket gave you away a long time ago; you're dead meat this time!

While mocking the foreign devil, Su Qin resisted the foreign devil's supernatural attacks. It has to be said that the supernatural power possessed by this foreign devil's clone was truly terrifying, far surpassing that of the foreign devil's original body. This terrifying supernatural power should belong to that old monk, but what exactly did he do, and how did he take over the body of such a terrifying ghost tamer?

If it were a purely supernatural confrontation, Su Qin would very likely suffer a loss or even die in this supernatural confrontation.

However, this foreign devil's condition was far worse than Su Qin's. He was merely a fragmented consciousness, barely clinging to life in the old monk's body. If the vengeful ghost were to resurrect, he would surely die.

"Sell your mother one day, Amun, from the great Amerikan, is a great church priest."

You're from Dajing City, you must have heard the rumors about the church! The International Ghost Hunters Organization was established by the church, and your Dragon Kingdom will eventually join the International Ghost Hunters Organization.

You are a smart man and a very capable demon slayer. I believe you have the most basic judgment. Going against us will not do you any good; it will only bring disaster to you and your country!

"You can still turn back now. Give me back that monocle, and as a merciful priest, I will forgive your offense and recommend you to join the church."

The foreigner tried to persuade Su Qin in a friendly manner, attempting to convince him to abandon his attack. However, his eyes were filled with resentment, proving that his true thoughts were not what he claimed.

Su Qin didn't believe a single word of the foreign devil's sweet talk. What church priest? Even if Jesus came today, he would still kill this foreign devil.

"You bastard who sold your mother for a day, you might as well just die!"

The monocle perched on Su Qin's eye socket suddenly emitted a faint, eerie light, and then a series of strange figures emerged from Su Qin's line of sight.

Dozens of stiff ghost slave clones followed Su Qin's gaze and walked to Amon, who had sold his mother for a day. They stiffly and slowly raised their arms and grabbed at him in unison.

These strange figures that suddenly appeared terrified Amon; he had never seen anything so terrifying in his dreams.

These figures, each with an eerie aura, stiff and numb, seemed to be terrifying vengeful ghosts.

"No!"

The two supernatural forces within Amon's body were still fighting against Su Qin. He was completely unable to deal with these suddenly appearing things. He could only watch helplessly as these terrifying creatures stretched out their hands and grabbed at his body. The densely packed palms engulfed his entire body.