In the Blade

Strictly speaking, Yinren Wuzhao is dead.

The previous battle between Du Chengfeng and Yinren Wuzhao was a real battle of life and death. The winner gets everything, and the loser loses everything, including his life. As long as the opponent can still breathe, it is disrespectful to the opponent and an act of looking down on the opponent.

Moreover, is the one fighting Du Chengfeng really Yinren Wuzhao?

Du Chengfeng was not willing to think about this question in detail. After all, once he explored it in depth, it would involve the heartbreaking matter of "whether the resurrected Li Mujiang is still Li Mujiang" - after all, according to his current understanding, the so-called condensation of the soul on the weapon is more like a backup of the consciousness of the dead than condensation of the soul itself.

And this view has been put into practice, and the specific proof is Yinren Wuzhao himself.

"You are here?"

In the small courtyard in the corner of the valley, Yinren Wuzhao looked at Du Chengfeng who pushed the door in and smiled gently.

However, this person only had the face of Yinren Wuzhao, and as for the body, it was the Li Jiadalang who had been possessed by Yinren Wuzhao before. Originally, Du Chengfeng brought him here to try to clear the memory of the other party being possessed and restore him to a normal person.

But this attempt failed as it should be. It is not so easy to clear the memory at a fixed point. In addition, this Li Jiadalang probably had a worship of Yinren Wuzhao. After a period of time, this Li Jiadalang actually turned into the appearance of Yinren Wuzhao.

It is not a description, but a fact. This Li Jiadalang even changed his face. That is the technique of using evil spirit to transform flesh and blood. Du Chengfeng used this trick to restore his crippled right hand before, and this Li Jiadalang who turned into Yinren Wuzhao used it as easily as eating and drinking water.

"So how should I call you now?"

Du Chengfeng scratched his head for a while. The situation in front of him was really a bit brain-burning.

"Should I continue to call you Li Jia Da Lang, or should I..."

"Call me Wu Zhao."

Li Jia Da Lang smiled.

"When something looks like a monkey, smells like a monkey, and walks like a monkey, then it is a monkey... Just like me now, I have Wu Zhao's thoughts, memories, and even abilities, so I am naturally Wu Zhao."

"..."

Du Chengfeng was silent for a long time.

It seems that the memory erosion of Yin Ren Wu Zhao is much more serious than expected. After all, not everyone can withstand a heavy memory that is much longer than their own life. Just like this Li Jia Da Lang, the time he has been Wu Zhao in his memory is dozens or even hundreds of times longer than the time he has been Li Jia Da Lang. So is it that Li Jia Da Lang inherited Wu Zhao's memory, or is it that Wu Zhao was reincarnated in Li Jia Da Lang?

Du Chengfeng didn't quite understand. This kind of thing was a bit too brain-burning for him.

So he turned to look at Patient No. 2.

"What, have you been feeling better lately? He said he was Wu Zhao, have you accepted it?"

"Not bad...right."

Li Jiadalang, or rather, a man who looked exactly like Wu Zhao beside Wu Zhao, sighed.

This was another person who inherited Wu Zhao's memory. As another person possessed by Wu Zhao, this unlucky swordsman was not killed by Du Chengfeng in that battle, but this did not mean that he could really recover himself - due to Wu Zhao's excessive use of this body, the memory erosion suffered by this swordsman was even more serious than that of Li Jiadalang.

Li Jiadalang would still say something like "I am who I am" to convince himself, but this swordsman had completely believed that he was Wu Zhao himself, so when he saw another Wu Zhao with his face, who looked exactly like him, he naturally beat him up.

Not everyone can accept the existence of another self, especially when they know in their hearts that both of them are just memory backups.

Rather than killing another self, it is more like being unable to accept this outrageous reality.

"But how can I say this? I have to accept it even if I don't want to."

Another Wu Zhao smiled bitterly.

"After all, the real me is indeed dead, and died an unknown time ago... What's the point of entangled in this kind of thing now? Can I still be resurrected? Well, even if I can be resurrected, how do I know whether the resurrected one is the real me or another prosthesis carrying my memory?"

"Don't ask me about this."

Du Chengfeng waved his hands repeatedly. This kind of mental activity is too demanding for him.

"If you must ask..."

Du Chengfeng thought about it, then took out a fine steel hairpin and inserted it on his head.

"Huh? You actually let me use your body?"

Du Chengfeng spoke again, but the words sounded a little weird.

"Then I'll be really rude."

"Then you'd better be polite."

Shaking his head, Du Chengfeng took off the fine steel hairpin again, glanced around, and saw the big yellow dog in the yard.

So Du Chengfeng simply brought the dog over, combed the long-haired dog's hair into a bun, and then put the hairpin on the dog's head.

"Woof woof woof!"

The big yellow dog that fell back to the ground turned around excitedly, but immediately realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"Woof?"

The angry big yellow dog raised his head and glared at Du Chengfeng, with a look that wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

But just when the yellow dog was about to bite Du Chengfeng's leg, Du Chengfeng's hand had already grabbed the dog's mouth first, and punched the dog's head twice, which made the yellow dog Wu Zhao squat down with his head covered.

"Woof!"

The yellow dog Wu Zhao raised his head angrily and glared at the other two Wu Zhaos, but the other two Wu Zhaos had already laughed and laughed.

Obviously, although everyone is Wu Zhao, it is a pleasure for these Wu Zhaos to see other Wu Zhaos in trouble.

"Okay, let's talk about business."

Du Chengfeng didn't mean to explore which of these Wu Zhaos was the real thing. After all, this kind of thing was too brain-burning, and he came here this time, but he had business to do-so after letting the Wu Zhaos calm down, Du Chengfeng sat upright and told the three Wu Zhaos about the ghost wall outside.

And the three Wu Zhaos all frowned.

"The thing you're talking about... didn't exist in my era."

The wisest-looking Dalang Wu Zhao thought for a moment.

"But what you said reminds me of something else."

The second update is here, everyone should go to bed early.

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