Mysterious resurrection, something's wrong with this guy.

Chapter 59 The Real Luo Wensong

The moment Su Qin saw Luo Wensong standing at the window, he understood what was going on. This terrifying old man had never left the Ghost Post Office; what he had just killed was merely a supernatural entity.

The supernatural presence of the old man standing at the window explained everything. The moment Su Qin saw the old man, he trembled like a mouse seeing a cat. The old man hadn't done anything; he was just standing there when Su Qin saw him. All the supernatural energy in Su Qin's body went out of control and went silent, as if he had boarded a supernatural bus.

The old man was wrapped in several terrifying supernatural threads: two dark red, one red, and five deep yellow.

This old man had eight vengeful ghosts on him. If you include the ghost gate, he controlled nine terrifying vengeful ghosts. Two of them were even more terrifying than the ghosts on Qin Lao's body, and even the medium line was a strange dark red.

"As expected of the terrifying ghost tamer who has guarded the haunted land for a hundred years, he is indeed terrifying. I was really too naive to think that I could create an clone of him."

The old man stared at Su Qin for a moment, without saying a word or making any move. He then expressionlessly withdrew his gaze and closed the window.

Thump! When the old man disappeared from Su Qin's sight, Su Qin felt as if he had deflated and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Damn! This old man is too terrifying. Even Meng Xiaodong, whom I encountered before, wasn't this scary! He was just an ordinary old man!"

"Wait, how could she be so ordinary? It's truly chilling to think about!"

Su Qin had truly broadened his horizons today. These old monsters from the Republic of China era were more terrifying than the last, and with the limited perspective of these new generation ghost hunters, they simply couldn't see the bottom of it.

Su Qin looked at the consciousness he was holding in his hand, then at the old man's corpse beside him, his face full of helplessness. This time he had suffered a huge loss, losing all his clones and getting nothing in return.

Left with no other choice, Su Qin had to make other plans. The corpses of those clones were still intact, and they could be brought back to life simply by reintroducing living consciousness into them. In particular, clone number 1 still had two ghosts inside him, which he had to control again.

However, using such a large mass of supernatural consciousness on the No. 1 clone would be a waste of its potential. Su Qin had other plans; he had a better goal, and if he succeeded, the rewards would be substantial.

Su Qin reached into his monocle and rummaged around inside, then pulled out a bulging package.

Su Qin peeled back the layers of the package, revealing what was inside: an old monk with a bald head and a sallow complexion.

The old monk, barely breathing, struggled to open his eyes.

"Benefactor, there's no need to save this old monk. My sins are too great..."

Before the old monk, barely able to speak, could finish, he suddenly froze. A cold hand reached into his bald head, placed an unidentified object inside, and stirred it around. His eyes became lifeless and empty, and his faint breathing ceased.

"Save you? You're dreaming. You'd better just become a clone!"

The old monk possessed an extremely high level of supernatural power, comparable to that of Su Qin himself. It was unclear what method the old monk had used to suppress the resurgence of supernatural power within him, as his body was still quite healthy. Given the old monk's condition, he could completely control such a large mass of consciousness entering his body, and he didn't even need to worry about the resurgence of the vengeful ghost for the time being.

The reason Su Qin hadn't created a clone of the old monk for so long was due to his concerns. The way the vengeful ghost inside the old monk attacked was too humiliating and too disgusting. However, Su Qin was eager to improve his supernatural abilities and had no choice but to target him.

The old monk's skin and flesh began to wriggle rapidly, gradually transforming into the appearance of Su Qin, and even his aged skin was restored.

This time, Su Qin used enough consciousness and supernatural abilities to avoid the awkward situation that occurred last time when he controlled that female ghost tamer.

The old monk's eyes gradually regained their brightness, and his pale, numb face regained its expression. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips as he took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on.

"The supernatural intensity is quite impressive. Ghosts bowing to humans, ghosts kneeling—it's a bit humiliating, but that doesn't matter. This old monk is really skilled; he even managed to bring two A-level vengeful ghosts to a standstill. It's just a pity there's still no ghost realm!"

As the new clone familiarized himself with the supernatural phenomena within his body, he sighed with regret. What he truly desired was a high-intensity ghost realm, not these strange and bizarre supernatural beings.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the clone, Su Qin looked away and turned his attention back to the corpse of clone number 1.

He easily reached into his head again and pulled out a large mass of consciousness, about the same weight as before. The clone had been incredibly useful, solving many problems along the way.

There are always two consciousness-type supernatural beings protecting him. Su Qin's consciousness is obviously different from that of ordinary people. It seems that it can never be fully extracted. However, it is necessary to control the limit and not extract too much at once. He already feels a bit dizzy, as if he has not slept for two days.

Su Qin's consciousness re-entered his No. 1 clone, and the clone's appearance returned to Su Qin's. His tightly closed eyes reopened, and he expertly retrieved a monocle from his person and put it on.

"Hehehe! I'm finally alive again."

The first clone stood up and grinned smugly, but his smug look seemed even more infuriating than before.

This time, Su Qin went all out, creating more consciousness than ever before, and the clones were more human, almost indistinguishable from ordinary people, except that they lacked the physiological characteristics of living people and did not need to eat, drink, excrete, or sleep.

"I'm leaving the rest to you two. Gather everything you can."

Su Qin gave a few brief instructions and then hid in the supernatural medium of his first clone. Only when he hid in the supernatural medium did he feel a little safe.

The first clone looked at the new clone beside him with a grin.

"Tsk tsk tsk! You're really unlucky. You've only just become an avatar and you're already doing hard labor. As your senior, I'll take a 25-piece share and the rest are yours."

The first clone assigned tasks with a grin, but the new clone didn't seem to listen to him.

"Tch, you were already dead. Now I'm number one. Since the original body isn't here, you should listen to me. If you're not happy, let's have a go."

The new clone possesses supernatural abilities second only to the original body, but it is unwilling to follow Number 1's orders, after all, its fists are still quite large.

The first clone gently pushed up the monocle on his eye socket, his smile widening.

"Interesting. I have no objection to your arrangement, but if you've got the guts, don't ever use my supernatural abilities again. How about it? You want it or not?"

The first clone's smug look made the new clone want to punch him, but the thought of his humiliating attack method made him instantly lose his temper.

The thought of encountering vengeful ghosts and having to kowtow to them was so mortifying that he felt ashamed. He figured he really couldn't do without some other supernatural means.

"25 are mine, the rest are yours, including Ghost Bell."

The number of Ghost Slave clones is very important to these clones, just like their value to the main body. He can't compete with the Ghost Bell. As it belongs to the category of sound-based supernatural attacks, it is more suitable for clone number 1 to possess it.

The first clone winked at the new clone in a cheeky manner, indicating its approval.

"You're much better than that androgynous, short-lived weirdo. From now on, you're number 2. Keep it up! I have high hopes for you."

The first clone, with a grin, wrapped up the fallen ghost bell again, placed it in a supernatural medium, and quickly sank into the ground to collect the corpses and recreate the ghost slave clone.