"A fake is still a fake."

Lin Hai's face turned pale in an instant.

Su Wanjun's smile grew deeper.

"You are not Lin Hai."

Lin Hai stared at Su Wanjun and felt his heart pounding.

"Where did Lin Hai find a guy who looks so much like him?"

Su Wanjun seemed to be talking to himself: "It makes me want to find a replacement."

Lin Hai was trembling.

Su Wanjun did not release the spirit servant.

But Lin Hai could feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Do you know why Lin Hai wants you to replace him?"

Su Wanjun tilted his head.

That expression and eyes were as if teasing a mouse that was forced into a corner.

Lin Hai only felt his throat dry, and even his breathing gradually became heavy.

"Because he wants you to die for him."

Su Wanjun patted Lin Hai on the shoulder: "He wants to kill me."

Lin Hai's eyes fixed.

Su Wanjun added: "He can't stand me, but he's afraid of death."

"So, you can give him a chance to try."

"If he wins, he will enjoy great glory."

"If you lose, you die for him."

"He wanted to make a sure-win deal."

Lin Hai swallowed hard.

He stared at Su Wanjun for a long time, and finally spoke under pressure.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I smell the same kind of scent on you."

Su Wanjun sighed and whispered something into Lin Hai's ear.

When Lin Hai heard this, he was...

Frozen!

What Su Wanjun said is...

"Do you want to be a real Lin Hai?"

…

Outside the crowd, a blond young man looked at the two people in the square.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"That Lin Hai...why does he look so familiar?"