When asking this question, Zhiyun slowly sat up.

He was right next to her, and the distance between them was very close. His breath was hot, burning her heart. Zhiyun could not describe the feeling.

In short, it feels like floating in the clouds.

Hearing him speak, his originally clear voice became a little hoarse, and he said in her ear: "Zhizhi, that person is... Louis."

Zhiyun originally looked very weak because all her strength had been drained away by him.

At this moment, after hearing what he said in her ear, Zhiyun was stunned at first, and then froze: "What did you say?"

She vaguely thought she had misheard.

Han Qingrang told her again: "That person is Louis."

"Louis?"

"Um."

"Then are you brothers?" This is what Zhiyun wants to know the most, otherwise why would they have the same face.

Han Qingrang answered her: "No," he stared at her deeply, "He and I have no blood relationship."

"Then why are you...?"

"He wore a mask, a mask carved after my face. He imitated my behavior, my voice, everything about me. He was very similar to me."

“…”

???!

Zhiyun thought that when she first took up residence in her original body, Zhiyun, she had never heard anything that would shock her so much.

But now, at this moment, after hearing Han Qingrang's words, ten thousand horses called alpaca were galloping through her mind.

"Why did he copy himself and become another you? Is there any grudge between you? Tell me."

"Would you like to know?"

Zhiyun raised her hands, hooked them around his shoulders, and looked up at him. "Murshidi and Louis, if I remember correctly, from the records I've read, these two people lived in the last century, and were contemporaries of Queen Simantu."

"Um."

"You said he was Louis, then who are you?"

"Weave."

“I asked, who are you then?”

"I am Han Qingrang," he said.

"Then why did he wear a mask that copied your face? What was his purpose in doing this, was it towards me or you?" Zhiyun just wanted to figure this out right away.

He wouldn't speak on his own initiative, and would only answer when she asked.

This made Zhiyun very annoyed.

"He's coming for you, Zhizhi." Han Qingrang didn't hide it from her, "Louis is coming for you, and I can't do anything about him."

Zhiyun frowned: "Even with your status as the master of Teng Mansion, you are completely powerless against him?"

"Yes." He said to her seriously, "He has a special physique and cannot die. If I could, I would have killed him long ago. I would never have allowed him to survive until now."

"What do you mean?"

"He is immortal."

"Immortal?"

"Um."

Zhiyun had never heard of such a thing in real life.

But now, she heard it, she heard it clearly from Han Qingrang's mouth.

"Immortals...so there really are such people in this world?"

Han Qingrang nodded and answered her, "In the Teng Mansion, unexpected ancient secrets exist. There are immortals in this world, and there are no conflicts or contradictions."

Zhiyun: “…”

He felt that there was no contradiction or conflict, but she felt that the contradiction was too big!

There are actually immortals in this world? !

strange tale……