My practice narration is weird

The ninth floor of the prison.

The dim candlelight lit up little by little along with the sound of footsteps.

The soil is now rotten and black due to lack of sunlight for many years, the steps are dotted with some bloodstains, and there is... a broken stone pillar standing in the center.

This is the whole picture of the ninth floor.

【Shinto Technique·Copy】

Even if he had known about it before, even if he had seen this scene before, when he walked up to it, Ye Wuyou still couldn't help but tremble slightly in his eyes.

The erosion has reached its extreme, [Ghost] [Tricky Door Coffin] [Backtracking] [Forgetting]...

At this moment, Ye Wuyou could clearly feel that they were eating away at him.

"Time is running out, do you still want to think about it?"

Lu Qingshan walked from the side, stepping into the darkness where the candlelight could not illuminate.

Consider it?

How could he not consider it, even if Lu Qingshan promised himself that he would help him in an unspeakable way, allowing him to occupy the [copied] self and get rid of these strange erosions.

But Ye Wuyou naturally wanted to think about the worst possibility.

Looking at the Shinto Pillar that was very close at hand, Ye Wuyou thought for a while and asked.

"To others, whether it is me now or the copied Ye Wuyou, are they the same?"

Ye Wuyou thought of Qu Wuyi.

A very ridiculous thing, even if Ye Wuyou knew in his heart that the current 'Qu Wuyi' was a [copied] existence, the original Qu Wuyi was no longer there.

Even though 'Qu Wuyi' changed gender, Ye Wuyou didn't feel anything strange about Qu Wuyi before.

Lu Qingshan's words came with a hint of smile.

"So you're worried about this. It's not wrong to plan ahead, but you should be more decisive."

Ye Wuyou turned his head and looked at Lu Qingshan, who spoke calmly.

"Ye Wuyou, do you think the current me and the copied Lu Qingshan are the same?"

"..."

no the same.

In his own eyes, he could distinguish the two Lu Qingshans.

Ye Wuyou suddenly understood something, then smiled softly, stretched out his fingertips, and tapped his right eye.

"If I fail, then, it's up to you."

Ye Wuyou muttered silently in his heart.

His right eyeball blinked, as if he understood what Ye Wuyou meant.

The calm pupils could not suppress the excitement of the big eyes.

It seems that it has been waiting for this day for a long time.

Lu Qingshan on the side glanced at Ye Wuyou and frowned slightly at his little behavior at the moment.

Everything is ready.

Ye Wuyou stood quietly in front of the Shinto Pillar, scratched his fingertip, and a trace of blood spilled out.

[Shinto Technique·Copy] is not like Tianyan. It is difficult to acquire magical powers such as shrinking into an inch. There is no threshold, but one person can only use [Copy] once.

The light blooms in this dim dungeon.

Ye Wuyou took a step back and sat cross-legged, his decayed spirit ready to leave his body at any time.

According to the plan, when his own 'copy' comes out, he will forcibly 'seize' the other party's body.

As for how to get rid of the erosion by being bound to the strange soul, Lu Qingshan only said one thing.

"It doesn't matter, I will take action."

The method Lu Qingshan can only describe is unspeakable, but Lu Qingshan got rid of [death] and is still alive and well in front of his eyes. There is no doubt that this is the best evidence.

Ye Wuyou chose to believe it.

Of course, even if you don't believe it, there is no better way at the moment.

The scattered light slowly condensed at this moment, and the endless white light seemed to take shape at this moment.

They were threads of light.

If you look closely, you will see that it is composed of countless extremely fine light spots that are like gravel.

The white threads continued to lengthen from all sides, but after reaching a certain level, they slowly retracted.

The threads emitting a faint light were floating around the dim dungeon at the moment. No breath could be detected obviously, but they were floating for no reason, just like fish swimming in the air without any support.

The light passed through Ye Wuyou's body and also passed through Lu Qingshan's body.

These lights have shape but no substance.

The threads gathered together, continuously wrapped and entangled, and a skeleton was woven into the human-shaped light mass, followed by countless slender meridians and blood vessels...

Ye Wuyou couldn't help but look shocked at this moment.

No matter what kind of magical power it is, no matter what realm it is, but before this, no one could do all this.

Because this is the creation of man.

Because this is creating life.

From nothing to something.

Shinto magic, what kind of magical power is it!

The light condensed bit by bit, and under Ye Wuyou's fixed gaze, it formed a figure opposite him and in front of him.

Ye Wuyou!

The breath, state, and appearance are exactly the same.

'Ye Wuyou' appeared in the light, but he didn't seem to be fully awake at the moment, his eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't react at all.

Chance.

Lu Qingshan suddenly jumped out, and with a wave of his hand, a layer of invisible restrictions was placed around the copied 'Ye Wuyou'.

"Now."

Ye Wuyou no longer hesitated.

The soul left the body directly. The broken soul exuded bursts of decaying aura, and there were countless strange entanglements on it.

As long as you can reach that body.

The unawakened 'Ye Wuyou' was naturally at his mercy.

But at the moment when Ye Wuyou's soul was about to arrive.

'Ye Wuyou' in front of him suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and a trace of sternness and sneer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Do you think I'm really not awake!"

The magical power bloomed brilliantly in this dark dungeon, but it was about to crush the soul of Ye Wuyou in front of him.

In response to him, the ghost hand of [Ghost] suddenly fell down.

Ye Wuyou looked calm and did not speak. He had thought of all this long ago.

How could his copy be so easy to surrender, not to mention that the other party also had all his magical powers and skills.

But it didn't matter.

Ye Wuyou created by [Shendao Jutsu·Copy] had everything of his own, whether it was magical powers, realm or memory.

But it couldn't copy... weirdness.

The strength of both parties was exactly the same, so how could I, who had weirdness, not be able to suppress the fake in front of me?

As expected, 'Ye Wuyou' was suppressed at this moment, and Ye Wuyou's soul had already approached the other party's body.

The ghost hand stretched out and peeled off 'Ye Wuyou's' soul from his body bit by bit.

'Ye Wuyou' subconsciously wanted to escape, but the restrictions set by Lu Qingshan before restricted his body invisibly.

'Ye Wuyou' was stunned, but then he felt that his soul was being swallowed up by the other party bit by bit.

"Unfair, unfair... rematch, rematch, rematch!"

'Ye Wuyou' was shouting like a madman at this moment, but his breath did not stagnate, but instead infinitely rose and gradually became terrifying.

No matter which Ye Wuyou, whether it was a genuine or a fake, almost all of them retained the only characteristic.

"Want to swallow me? Fuck you! If I don't live well, you won't live well either, and everyone won't live well, and we won't live!"

He was going to explode.

Ye Wuyou also realized all this. He felt that at this moment, 'himself' was ready to self-destruct, and a trace of anxiety appeared in his heart.

Why didn't Lu Qingshan take action?

The weirdness was still tightly attached to his soul.

How exactly was he going to help me?

Lu Qingshan, who had been standing in the shadows and remained silent, finally took action at this moment.

He stared at the copied 'Ye Wuyou', and a strange power emerged and revealed on him.

The moment the strange breath emerged, the two Ye Wuyou realized something at the same time.

It was a very familiar breath.

[Forgetfulness]

is the other half of [Forgetfulness].

Ye Wuyou only has half of [Forgetfulness].

The scope of [Forgetfulness] can only be used on oneself.

Then the other half of [Forgetfulness].

is to make others forget.

But who exactly did Lu Qingshan use [Forgetfulness] on?

Ye Wuyou's body tightened, as if an invisible big hand bound him tightly and could not move.

His consciousness suddenly fell into a blur.

A clear voice sounded.

But the two Ye Wuyou who were fighting desperately at the moment were stunned at the same time.

"Narrator, don't do it!" (End of this chapter)