Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 234 Upside Down

Lin Fan calmly looked at his "clone". In fact, he had always found it strange that the clone had the same memories and thoughts as him, but each time it separated from him, it had different thoughts.

The perspective of a clone is always somewhat different from that of the original, and Lin Fan couldn't understand where this difference came from.

Just as Lin Fan was looking at the clone with a blank expression, the clone sighed and slowly said, "I am you, no doubt about it. I understand you, but you can't understand me for a moment. Because there is great terror between life and death. Although we have been in seemingly fatal situations many times, it is different from certain death."

"It's okay if you don't understand my fear, and you don't need to understand. Just listen to me and choose the path with a higher chance of survival. I'm really afraid of dying."

The clone's chest rose and fell slightly, its calm expression masking intense emotions, like turbulent waves beneath a tranquil surface.

Lin Fan held the Soul-Suppressing Pearl between his fingers and handed it to him. "Brother, calm down. I don't quite understand what you're saying, but anyway, calm down first."

The clone took it, and some color returned to his pale face. "Alright, I know I can't convince you. Anyway, wait until I go in and find out what's going on before you come in. If Moju Temple is this dangerous, I don't think this place will be any safe place."

He returned the Soul-Suppressing Pearl to Lin Fan, took the short knife and torch Lin Fan handed him, and walked into the Path of Fate. His mission had already been outlined in Lin Fan's mind before they parted ways, so Lin Fan didn't need to explain anything further.

Lin Fan poured out a few dry, stone-like rations from the porcelain bottle, added some stream water, and made do with that simple meal.

"Brother Fan, is this still edible? What's that sticky stuff on top? Is it saliva? And why is it so bumpy and uneven, like it's been gnawed by a rat?"

Chen Ergou took his share and complained unhappily.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan was delighted. It seemed that the Living Porcelain Bottle wasn't picky about food and would even eat dry rations. He loaded a whole cartload of supplies into it; whether it was weapons, dry rations, or money, as long as the Living Porcelain Bottle was in his possession, he wouldn't lack anything for a while.

"You can still eat it, don't waste it. If you don't want it, give it back to me."

Chen Ergou glanced at it with disdain, but still went to wash it in the stream before starting to gnaw on it.

"Main body, this seems to be a cave." The clone's voice echoed in Lin Fan's mind.

Is there anything special about it?

"It was extremely dark; you couldn't see anything without a torch. The area looked a bit more spacious than it did from the outside, and there were forks in the road. I marked the forks in the road."

"Be careful."

"Don't worry, I will definitely try my best to live longer..."

The clone's voice stopped abruptly, and Lin Fan asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I went into a side alley and there were things on the ceiling. There were people, dead people hanging upside down in there. I almost bumped into one of their heads just now."

Lin Fan tried to imagine the scene: countless half-rotten corpses hanging upside down in a dark cave, torches sweeping by, and if you looked up, you would randomly meet the eyes of a pair of tightly closed eyes.

hiss.

Even after witnessing many incredible scenes, this chilling image still made Lin Fan gasp.

"It's falling! Something's falling!" The clone's urgent voice rang in Lin Fan's head.

"They're like sleeping bats!"

After saying that, the clone ran away. The light in the cave was limited, and even though he had good night vision, he could not see things clearly in the almost completely dark environment.

Knock knock, knock knock knock.

A dull thud echoed as the cave was filled with unintelligible sobs.

"Ah, ah, oh, oh, eh, um..."

The fallen corpses slowly rose one by one, emitting unpleasant screams as if they were just learning to speak.

Without hesitation, the clone turned and ran in another direction, his purpose being to investigate the situation as much as possible.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, clearly indicating that what was following them had begun to catch up.

Fortunately, they moved as haphazardly as they appeared, and weren't very fast. Their eyesight wasn't very good either, and there were frequent thuds as they bumped into walls.

After running for a while, looking back, I realized I had indeed left a considerable distance behind.

"what--"

In the brief moment it took to turn my head, a man staggering appeared from a side path.

If it weren't for his inappropriate yelling, he would have already successfully pressed himself against his clone's face.

Swish!

The clone drew its sword with unwavering decisiveness, and a head rolled off. The headless corpse fell straight down.

It felt somewhat soft to the touch when cut, so it must have been a bit rotten.

Almost no blood flowed out, but there was still a freshly burned, putrid smell on the cut surface.

He rubbed his nose uncomfortably, his face slightly flushed. He gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

After all, it's just a little finger. Even though the clone is already at the third level, its body is still much weaker than the original body, and it's about the same as an ordinary person.

The clone carved a mark on the ground, carrying a knife in one hand and a torch in the other, and quickly moved forward.

"If that were all, no one would have ever gotten out alive. There must be other dangers here."

The clone turned back in deep thought, "No, it's not that simple. First of all, my escape route has been blocked. But if my main body were here, it wouldn't be difficult to break out."

He swung his sword and beheaded another corpse. His brows furrowed slightly. Corpses had been appearing continuously since the beginning, but only one at a time.

What is this doing?

These zombies were clearly no threat, but it seemed as if they had been deliberately scattered out.

What was the purpose? Was it to determine one's location?

The thought sent a chill down the back of his neck, and he unconsciously quickened his pace.

But by the time he realized this, it was already too late.

After crossing the intersection, the space in front of me widened slightly, and there stood a pale-skinned person. He was wearing a roughly made bamboo armor and holding a sturdy long wooden stick in his hand.

This was also a zombie, but its skin was so white that the torchlight reflected off it, creating a crystalline sheen.

"Hiss—" The white zombie opened its mouth slightly and made an unpleasant sound, revealing two long, sharp white fangs.

run!

Without hesitation, the clone ran behind it. It was a trap; someone had taken control of its actions and was lying in ambush.

But the white zombie behind him stomped the ground and caught up with the clone in one stride, its long staff slashing down towards the back of his head.