Non-human Gene Complex

Lan Mu, a golden-haired mouse, hid in a garden with a writing brush and a bronze mirror in its mouth, studying these two items while eating abundant fruits.

After three days, I basically figured out their characteristics.

"There should be hidden dangers!"

The first is the bronze mirror. Its function is very simple. It has the ability to read minds, and it can open the perspective of God to monitor all human beings within a radius of 100 kilometers.

There are only human beings, and any other non-human beings will not be displayed on it, including Lan Mu, whose human soul is in the body of a mouse.

This feature is nothing, the monitoring ability overlaps with Lan Mu's mental power scan, but the range is wider.

But it can show what the target is doing at the moment, which is something that Lan Mu cannot do.

"Unfortunately, it's still a bit tasteless. It actually appears in the form of an APP, and it's too much trouble to find the names one by one."

Lan Mu didn't find the search function, the only thing that is more convenient is that it can display nearby people.

And Lan Mu noticed that the bronze mirror had some kind of side effect.

It seems that it will cause some kind of damage to the brain cells, and if it is used too much, it may cause a catastrophe...

"All the names displayed in the bronze mirror will become more dull and clumsy as the number of times of viewing increases, and may eventually become an idiot."

Lan Mu used mental power to scan out the monitored person, and the brain cells would have crystal particles. If there were too many of these particles, it would definitely cause damage to the human brain.

"No wonder it can't be abused. CANC has suffered from this. It was once abused and caused the flu that killed 70 million people."

"If someone uses this for a long time in a metropolis, it may cause millions of people to become idiots on a large scale, right?"

Lan Mu imagined that everyone in Los Angeles would become idiots, how sour...

"Leave this thing to me."

As for the other writing brush, it is much more useful than the bronze mirror, but at the same time it has a lot of side effects.

Its characteristic is mainly to possess the ability of attunement, which can animate dead objects.

For example, stone statues can move freely with only one finishing touch, turning them into puppet gargoyles, waiting for the commands of the brush holder.

In addition, it can also realize the life drawn, but this ability requires a carrier, the better the carrier, the closer the nature of the drawn creature is to the prototype.

The lotus root girls are painted, but they are actually inanimate, just puppets.

The whole Shambhala is really born because of painting, but it is animals such as cattle, sheep, horses and dogs and Shambhala people.

"Creating a new human from a corpse is actually not much different from cloning..."

Embodied on the lotus root, it is just a puppet. If it manifests on a corpse, it is a living person! Because this kind of living person can not be manipulated by the magic pen, and can even learn and think.

Of course, Lan Mu can't confirm whether these Shambhala people are still real people. Their prototype bodies may have died long ago, and even the original king must have died long ago. They are all themselves realized by the power of the magic brush.

"Nirvana?"

Lan Mu suddenly thought that there are often legends about monks nirvana in Tibet. The king and Buddha of Shambhala are so revered. Perhaps the biggest reason is the power to control nirvana?

It is said that Shambhala can make people live forever, and another self is born on the corpse to replace the dead self to live. Isn't this another kind of eternal life?

"Hehe, is this worthy of being called eternal life?" Lan Mu quickly disdained this kind of resurrection.

"Revealed by the divine pen, how can something without a soul be regarded as resurrection?"

The entire Shambhala Secret Realm seems to be deceiving me. The person who lives with his identity is no longer the original self, but just a special puppet with the same appearance.

"This is just a puppet making a pen, and there is an essential gap with the energy of real life recovery."

"The life ball didn't respond at all, which means that the power of the magic pen has nothing to do with the life ball. The transformation power of the life ball is the real power to control life."

With a principled mind, Lan Mu tried to speculate on the side effects of the magic pen of enlightenment, and thought of a hidden danger.

That is, after the owner dies, the puppet will not change back, but will maintain its ability to move.

This shows that it is the magic pen that really controls the puppet, and the holder is just giving a general order.

In this way, wouldn't there be a hidden danger of backlash against its owner?

"Oh! Why do you think so much? I use it less, or even don't use it."

Lan Mu was afraid that he would go down again, and he didn't even dare to use Best Metal.

...

In the past three days, because of the death of the king, Fang Moqi and others gathered all outsiders together, and even began to lobby the locals of Shambhala.

They still don't know that Shambhala people are half-life and half-puppet existence, and they want to mobilize these pseudo-life forms to establish a new order.

Knowing this, Lan Mu couldn't help laughing secretly. The order of Shambhala is the order of machines, and it can also be said to be the order of Utopia.

To survive is the only thought of all people, and to live forever in a happy but empty paradise is the goal of Shambhala people.

All have the same capital, all have the same happiness, and all have the same treatment.

Stretch out your hands for clothes, open your mouth for food, and finish the little bit of production work that is assigned to you every day, and you can live without worry.

They no longer have a higher goal, to live until they die, and then let the king, or that non-existent Buddha, grant them Nirvana and regain their lives.

This is a boring cycle of life, death, nirvana, rebirth, life, death...

Perhaps the first generation of Shambhala people are the real happiness. Although they may have nothing, in this paradise, they have carried out real struggles, built cities, palaces, and rural hometowns.

In order to build a beautiful heaven and wonderland, they have devoted their lives.

But they died, and instead of enjoying this fairyland, they were puppet pseudo-life that existed under their names.

In the king... it should be under the control of the magic pen, according to the established schedule, to live ignorantly.

Follow a dull order, exist numbly.

Lan Mu stared at the magic brush and thought: "This should also be the horror of the magic brush? Under the temptation of its so-called Nirvana, it turned a beautiful Fantasy Township into an empty and cold puppet country."

In the past three days, Shambhala has broken the tranquility of the past, and the numb life on weekdays has suddenly become chaotic, and the whole town has fallen into disordered chaos.

Because, the king is dead...

When Fang Moqi and others informed the Shambhala people of the king's death, the Shambhala people had to be confused and confused.

They rushed into the palace, looked at the body of the king who had been dead for a long time, and found that the so-called Buddha's secret room was empty.

These poor puppets have lost their last hope of life.

There is no nirvana, no birth, and no future.

For the first time, they felt anger for the first time. What will people who have lost their only goal do?

The Shambhala people angrily set their targets on Fang Moqi and others, and began to shout and kill them.

Lan Mu looked at the magic pen and thought to himself: "Your pen is really poisonous!"

"Isn't it you who secretly instigated this?"

He also didn't know whether the magic pen would secretly affect those who were materialized by it, so he could only wait silently.

Anyway, although there are many people in Shambhala, Fang Moqi and the others are not so easy to die.

Lan Mu waited until he turned back into a human, and then suddenly raised his magic pen and shouted.

"Magic pen! Make them stop!"

Lan Mu's spiritual power sensed that the group of Shambhala people didn't respond, so he shouted several times, even switched to English, and tried several ways of giving orders, but in the end it was still useless.

"How? Could it be that you really can't control these people?"

The gargoyle can be controlled by the magic pen, but these human beings born from corpses cannot be controlled, which is simply strange.

"There is no soul, at least not a natural person, right? But the magic pen can't be controlled, are they people or puppets?"

With doubts, Lan Mu found clothes to wear in the palace, and ran out of the palace to find a Shambhala man.

He directly transformed into a nine-tailed fox and used charm on it.

The man stared blankly, obviously sinking into the charm, but not too obsessed.

"Can you charm... so the target of charm is not the soul, as long as you have thoughts?"

"But where is the difference between mind and heart? Am I a soul or a mind? How many 'I's" do people have?"

After thinking wildly, Lan Mu hurriedly stopped, holding on to this question for the time being, and quickly ran in the direction of Fang Moqi and others.

At this moment, Fang Moqi and others are in the snow-capped mountains on the edge of Shambhala, and most people in the town have also gone there.

Obviously, Fang Moqi and his party planned to leave Shambhala.

If he leaves, Lan Mu will definitely leave too. He killed the king, and now he doesn't know how to leave Shambhala.

But when he reached near the snow mountain full of hope, and when he explored it with mental strength, he heard a piece of news that made him regret it.

Mr. Charlie said: "Shambhala has no exit, at least for more than a hundred years, no one has ever left Shambhala."

"How? Then why is there a legend about Shambhala outside?" Lei Li and Fang Moqi exclaimed.

Mr. Charlie said: "That's a very old legend, and its history can be traced back to a long, long time ago. Anyway, I have been in Shambhala for eighty years. I have been looking for the exit for so many years. We didn't put the palace in the first two days. Searched all over? That's the only place I haven't been. No matter who I ask, no matter how I look... Shambhala has no exit at all! This is a separate and closed world."

The faces of Fang Moqi, Lei Li and others were ashen, while the older explorers such as Charlie were very dull.

Those old people have been in Shambhala for many years, and they have already given up going home. Now that the king is dead, they would rather retire in this beautiful fairyland world. things to hope for.

But young people like Lei Li find it difficult to accept that the beautiful fantasy of Shambhala has been shattered in their hearts. This place is not a paradise at all, but a sweet poison that kills people's will.

Want to stay in Shambhala forever? For some out there, it's the ultimate dream of a lifetime! Everyone wants to come in!

However, for those of them who entered it, it was a nightmare blow, they wanted to get out!

Lan Mu in the distance heard this and was very annoyed!

"There is no exit from Shambhala?"

"I do not believe!"

"Even if there is really no exit, even if I become a towering monster, I will smash this place and return to Earth!"

Lan Mu sank into his mind, ready to choose the color of the next transformation in the life ball.