Fang Xiu simply leveled the grave and opened the coffin.
The person lying inside was indeed the fat man.
Upon seeing this, the fat man outside was shocked: "Huh...!"
Before he could finish speaking, a scalpel was already inserted into his neck.
"Keep searching," Fang Xiu said calmly.
The group sped up their search, and more and more graves with the same name were discovered. Each person found claimed to be the real one.
However, Fang Xiu ignored all explanations and directly killed the people outside.
Without exception, all those who were killed turned into a pile of white bones.
But just then, someone suddenly screamed.
"Ah! This...this..." The man stared intently at a tombstone, unable to utter a word.
The crowd immediately gathered around, and then their expressions changed drastically.
They suddenly scattered from Fang Xiu's side, looking at him warily and assuming an attack stance.
Upon seeing this, Fang Xiu's heart sank. He went forward to look and, sure enough, saw his name engraved on the grave.
Without the slightest hesitation, he overturned the grave and opened the coffin.
And lying inside was none other than Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu calmly rose from the coffin, his gaze fixed on Fang Xiu outside without the slightest fluctuation.
Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu felt increasingly gloomy.
Oh no, I've become a stand-in.
As Fang Xiu rose from the coffin, everyone stood beside him, a group of people eyeing him intently.
"Kill him," Fang Xiu ordered from inside the coffin.
The next moment, everyone made their move.
Fang Xiu did not surrender easily; he had to test the authenticity of this fake, so he directly detonated the strange power within the scalpel.
Silver hair, blood-red eyes, shrouded in black mist, and the howling of countless monsters!
Unexpectedly, Fang Xiu in the coffin also transformed, with the same silver hair, blood-red eyes, and black aura surrounding him, accompanied by the howling of countless ghosts!
From the outside, the two are indistinguishable at all.
Fang Xiu was immediately surrounded and attacked.
Faced with more than a dozen spirit masters, plus a bizarre creature that looked exactly like him, Fang Xiu died!
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Fang Xiu stood still in front of the cemetery gate.
The others looked at Fang Xiu with suspicion.
"Brother Xiu, why are you stopping? Did you find something?" Zhao Hao asked.
She ignored him and fell into deep thought.
No one has entered the graveyard yet, which means that everyone is real now.
It is known that the graveyard has the ability to secretly pull people into coffins and create an imposter.
Based on the previous test, what's inside the coffin is real, while what's outside is fake.
Because when people die, they turn into bones.
But why is it that when it comes to me, the outside world is real, and what's inside the coffin is fake?
Fang Xiu knew very well that the reason he was killed last time was because everyone thought he was an imposter, and then he was besieged.
There was nothing he could do; he didn't explain, and he knew very well that he couldn't explain it anyway.
Everyone else thinks the outside world is fake, but the coffin is real. Why shouldn't you be the one facing the truth?
But at this moment, Fang Xiu had a vague doubt: was the person in the coffin really real?
Both seem to have the same memories, both can reveal their own secrets, and their abilities are exactly the same.
What if I made a mistake from the very beginning?
Actually, the person in the coffin is fake, while the people outside are real.
After a long period of contemplation, everyone stared intently at Fang Xiu, no one daring to disturb his thoughts.
They assumed Fang Xiu was using his ability to foresee the future and expected him to point out a way out as he had done before.
A moment later, Fang Xiu did not disappoint them.
"The strange thing in this graveyard can transform into the appearance of a person, exactly the same as the person, and even the memories and abilities are the same."
Upon hearing this, everyone was immediately shocked.
"Doesn't that mean everything is the same? How can we tell the real from the fake?"
"Once we're inside, we absolutely mustn't separate, so as not to give the strange creatures a chance to sneak in!"
The group began discussing countermeasures, one after another, and no one questioned the truthfulness of Fang Xiu's words.
"Quiet." Fang Xiu calmly surveyed the crowd.
Everyone fell silent instantly, awaiting Fang Xiu's instructions.
"Everyone, once inside, must obey my commands completely and must not act on your own."
"Captain Fang, don't worry, we will definitely follow your orders. If anyone dares to act on their own, I will be the first to object!"
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
Fang Xiu nodded and said again, "Next, I will separate silver strands of hair and wrap them around each of you. The strange things in the graveyard can silently pull people into the grave and replace you. These silver strands of hair are the key to ensuring the authenticity of your identities."
Remember, even if you die, you must never let the silver hair fall off your bodies.
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. They hadn't expected the strangeness in the graveyard to be so terrifying, capable of replacing things silently.
If an exact replica of myself were to appear, it would be impossible to tell the difference.
Fortunately, Captain Fang was leading the team; otherwise, they might have been wiped out if they hadn't been prepared.
Then, Fang Xiu began to separate several strands of silver hair, which spread like a tide and wrapped around everyone's body.
No one resisted, letting the silver hair entwine around them.
Having survived several life-or-death crises, they had come to trust Fang Xiu completely.
In fact, letting the silver hair entwine them is no different from having a knife to their throats. If Fang Xiu were to harbor malicious intent, he could unleash a single attack with the silver hair, killing at least one of the weaker Spirit Masters in this group.
After the hair was wrapped up, the scene looked somewhat eerie for a moment.
Fang Xiu walked ahead alone, and from his hair, strands of silver hair extended out like a spider web, connecting to the dozen or so spirit masters behind him.
It was as if he was leading a group of puppets.
He led the group into the cemetery.
"Now, everyone, come with me to find the graves with your names on them."
The group responded and began their search.
Zhao Hao was the first to be found because his grave was located on the outer edge of the ground.
“Hugh, I found it. There’s a grave with my name on it.”
Fang Xiu narrowed his eyes and walked over slowly.
He first examined Zhao Hao's silver hair, and after confirming that it was intact, he turned his gaze to Zhao Hao's tomb.
At this moment, a dull thud also came from Zhao Hao's tomb.
The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly, and they became somewhat nervous.
Fang Xiu immediately overturned the grave, opened the coffin, and revealed Zhao Hao inside.
When Zhao Hao saw Fang Xiu in the coffin, he was initially delighted, but then he caught a glimpse of someone who looked exactly like him out of the corner of his eye, and was immediately horrified.
"Brother Hugh, just as you said, the eerie atmosphere here can silently pull people into coffins. My vision went black just now, and when I came to my senses, I was in a coffin."
"Brother Hugh, the person next to you right now is an imposter!" Zhao Hao, inside the coffin, spoke rapidly.
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