Lin Qiye stood there in a daze.

"What did you say?"

"Fake! They are all fake!" The soldier grabbed Lin Qiye's wrist with his bloody palm, trying to pull him behind him. With his other hand, he swung out his spear and chopped off the head of a Yulin soldier.

The Yulin soldier stared with his round eyes, and his head rolled to Lin Qiye's feet, and his blood dyed the ground red.

"Why do you say they are fake?" Lin Qiye asked with a frown.

"Can't you see it?" the soldier stretched out his hand and pointed at the corpse of the Yulin Army on the ground and asked.

"What do you see?"

"He is a monster! The kind that we saw in the mountain stream, a monster that looks like a willow branch!" As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard on the corpse of the Yulin Army.

When the corpse was completely bloody, Lin Qiye still couldn't tell how it looked like the monster. Just as he was about to speak, several roars came from behind him:

"Kill all these monsters! Chang'an cannot fall into the hands of the monsters!!"

"Swear to protect His Majesty until death!!!"

"The Marquis is still in the palace, rescue him!"

"Monsters... Chang'an City is full of monsters!!"

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Dense groups of figures broke through the Yulin Army's defenses and, in the midst of blood and fire, madly rushed into Chang'an City like a group of bloodthirsty jackals.

Several soldiers rushed into the city. They heard screams of fear coming from the houses. They turned their heads and looked over. “There are monster sounds over there too!”

They rushed to the door and kicked it open. The screams from inside became more and more chaotic. Several people huddled in the house with pale faces, and the crying of babies echoed through the street.

The soldiers held their bloodstained weapons, their eyes wide open, and laughed:

"Do you think I can't recognize you with these skins on?!"

"Come on! There are a few more here!"

Several soldiers rushed into the house, blood splattered, and the candles in the house rolled to the ground in the midst of a rummage through the drawers and cabinets, and a raging fire started in the house!

The shrill howls and cries for mercy gradually stopped, and the blood-soaked soldiers slowly walked out, dragging several corpses. The hideous bloodstains dragged across the ground, reflecting a shocking scarlet color in the firelight.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!"

Hearing the noise from next door, a middle-aged man ran out of the room in horror. Seeing these blood-covered figures, he turned pale with fright and ran away!

The next moment, a figure on a fast horse passed through the street, a cold spear swept past, and the man's head was thrown high into the air...

"I killed another one!!" The soldier impaled the head on the spear, raised it high, and shouted with his head held high.

Screams came one after another from all over Chang'an. As the 30,000 troops rushed into the city, the entire city was dyed with a layer of blood, and it was still spreading in all directions at an alarming speed!

"Are you crazy?! Where is the replacement monster?!"

When Lin Qiye saw this scene, he angrily grabbed the soldier's throat, then stomped his right foot on the ground. The ground within a radius of several miles collapsed instantly, and a gust of air knocked all the surrounding troops to the ground.

"Open your eyes! They are just a group of ordinary people! There are no monsters at all!"

The soldier was lifted up by Lin Qiye with one hand, like a weak little chicken, but his eyes were fixed on Lin Qiye. After a moment, he spoke in fear:

"Monster... You are a monster too!! The real Lord Lin was killed by you in the smoke in the mountain stream! You are the monster who replaced him!!"

Lin Qiye’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Kill him!! Avenge the real Lord Lin!" With his roar, more than a dozen soldiers who were knocked down nearby stood up suddenly, swung their swords and chopped at Lin Qiye's neck without hesitation!

Lin Qiye's eyes focused, a murderous intent burst out, and the sword light flashed in an arc around his body in an instant, and the soldiers' movements were instantly frozen in the air.

A thin red line emerged from their waists. Under their astonished gazes, the neatly severed ends of their upper bodies rolled down smoothly and fell to the ground with a plop.

Blood flowed, and the next moment their bodies suddenly became blurred, turning into strange willow branches that squirmed on the ground for a moment before gradually falling into silence.

Lin Qiye's pupils shrank slightly.

These willow branches were basically identical to the monster that emerged after he killed his own imitation in the smoke, except that the willow branch that copied him had an extra eyeball.

So, all these soldiers were replaced in that colorful smoke?

But Lin Qiye clearly remembered that he had communicated with these soldiers on the way back. Their habits, expressions, and even memories were exactly the same as before. It didn't look like they had been replaced by someone else at all!

"You actually killed them! You actually killed them! Damn it... I'm going to kill you!! I must kill you!!"

The soldier who was lifted in the air by Lin Qiye watched others being killed with his own eyes. He was furious and looked extremely furious.

Lin Qiye turned his head to look at the soldier in his hand, pointed his head at the willow branches that had transformed into their original forms, and shouted:

"Open your eyes and see clearly! They are monsters!!"

"They are not monsters!! Those are the monsters! You are the monster!" The soldier struggled to stretch out his hand, pointed at the people being slaughtered on the street and Lin Qiye in front of him, and shouted hysterically, "I will kill you!"

puff--!

Lin Qiye's palm suddenly exerted force, instantly crushing his throat. The latter lowered his head softly, and after a moment his body turned into a thick willow branch, swaying silently in the wind.

Lin Qiye's expression was extremely ugly.

Suddenly, the scene in his mind emerged where he had killed the fake with his own hands in the mountain stream and saw the other party's angry eyes.

"Fake! You are the fake! You are a counterfeit made by Cthulhu! You can never be replaced..."

Lin Qiye felt strange at the time, if he was really a fake who pretended to be himself and wanted to take the opportunity to replace him, why was his tone and expression so real until the last moment?

It was as if... I really was falling to the ground, roaring furiously at the fake that was about to take my place.

"The person who was replaced in the smoke will retain all the memories and thinking habits of the other person, and even completely regard himself as that person?" Lin Qiye murmured to himself, "If this is the case..."

It's not a big deal if a fake can be perfectly disguised as the real thing, but if the fake itself thinks it is the real thing, then things will be troublesome... because this means that it will never reveal the slightest flaw.

Unless you kill a person with your own hands and see his corpse, it is almost impossible to tell whether he is the real one or a fake replaced by Willow Branch!

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I'm a bit stuck, Sanjiu needs to sort out the plot... Only two updates today~