After entering the cemetery, Fang Xiu searched around but found no graves belonging to Zhao Hao and the others.
This means that only those who enter the tomb will find a grave there.
Soon, Fang Xiu saw his grave again.
The tomb was completely silent; not a sound could be heard.
boom!
Fang Xiu directly detonated the eerie power within the scalpel, and countless black wisps spewed out from it, each seemingly containing a strange creature. They roared incessantly, rushing into Fang Xiu's mouth and nose in a frenzy.
Gradually, he was enveloped by black energy, his black hair turned silver, and a flash of blood appeared in his right eye.
He then overturned the grave, revealing the dark coffin inside.
A cold glint flashed in Fang Xiu's eyes as he looked at the coffin.
Silver hair continued to grow, floating in the air like millions of steel needles, tightly surrounding the coffin.
Fang Xiu also held the scalpel in his hand, raised it high, and aimed it at the coffin. The dark spiritual energy on the scalpel surged.
His blood-red right eye was fixed intently on the grave.
He had made all the preparations and was just waiting to open the coffin and launch a thunderous attack.
Although the clone is just as strong as oneself, it is always better to strike first than to strike later.
As long as you seize the initiative, you may not necessarily lose.
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When Fang Xiu entered the graveyard, everything went black, and he found himself back in the coffin.
This sudden turn of events caused him to frown slightly.
He originally intended to fight the clone one-on-one. If he were outside, he could seize the initiative and decide when to open the coffin and when to make his move. But now the tables have turned.
It seems we have no choice but to change our strategy now.
The clone is exactly like me. Based on my understanding of myself, the clone will definitely make thorough preparations before opening the coffin.
The moment the coffin is opened, I will surely be struck by lightning.
After a moment's thought, Fang Xiu wrapped himself in his long silver hair like a silkworm cocoon, then took out a scalpel and placed it on his neck.
He was well aware of his attacking habits; he liked to attack the neck.
But the next second, Fang Xiu placed the scalpel on his heart.
If he knows his own attack habits, then his clone must know them too, so he definitely won't attack the neck.
If it were me, I would definitely attack my heart.
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Bang!
Fang Xiu directly blew the coffin lid off.
Just as it was being torn apart, Fang Xiu moved, his silver hair flying wildly as he thrust it into the coffin, while his scalpel followed suit.
But what was revealed inside the coffin was a silkworm pupa with silver hair.
Millions of silver hairs were tied to it, emitting a dense, metallic clanging sound.
Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Fang Xiu's eyes, and the scalpel stabbed down almost simultaneously!
Silver hairs are of equal strength, so neither can do anything to the other, but with the sharpness of a scalpel, silver hair can be easily cut open.
Since the clone chose to cover his entire body with silver hair, he could not see the location of his scalpel's attack at this moment.
Whoosh!
He slashed down hard with one stroke!
According to Fang Xiu's usual practice, this stab would definitely be aimed at the other person's neck, but this time he didn't; he stabbed at the heart.
Fang Xiu knew very well that if the clone had the same memories as him, it meant that the other party must know his attack habits.
Therefore, the neck area may have taken precautions in advance.
Soon, the scalpel pierced through the silkworm cocoon made of silver hair and plunged deep into the heart.
But the next second, ding!
A crisp metallic clang rang out.
The scalpel was directly stopped.
Fang Xiu frowned immediately; the only thing that could stop the scalpel was the scalpel.
This means that the clone predicted my prediction!
Do they even have the same way of thinking?
Just then, the silkworm cocoon made of silver hair suddenly opened.
Their silver hair was tightly intertwined.
A Fang Xiu who looked exactly the same was revealed.
Inside the coffin, Fang Xiu held a scalpel, protecting his heart, the two scalpels in a stiff position.
The moment the two met, almost simultaneously, a bright red light shone in their right eyes.
Bloodshot eyes!
Bang!
Both of them let out a muffled groan, and bright red blood flowed from their right eyes.
But the two remained calm, as if it wasn't their eyes that were injured.
The scalpel in his hand flew wildly, almost becoming a blur.
Both sides kept launching attacks, clanging and ringing...
A series of dense collision sounds rang out continuously.
Strangely, their movements were remarkably synchronized, as if both knew each other's attack trajectories perfectly.
For a time, the two were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.
With the impact, Fang Xiu was blasted back from the outside.
Fang Xiu, inside the coffin, suddenly shuddered, and the reaction force caused the coffin to drop even further.
However, he took advantage of the moment and slipped out of the coffin.
The two identical Fang Xius gazed at each other from afar, both with silver hair, bloodshot eyes, and surgical scalpels, their expressions as calm as still water.
Neither of them spoke. The next moment, almost simultaneously, they vanished from their spots, turning into two afterimages as they rushed straight toward each other.
Ding ding ding!
A dense, metallic clanging sound filled the air, with sparks occasionally flying.
Even more eerie black energy bombarded them relentlessly, while the silver-haired man savagely attacked.
After a long while.
The two people's bodies reached their limits and could no longer withstand the strange power of the scalpel.
The black aura suddenly dissipated, and the capillaries under the skin of the two people ruptured, turning them into bloody figures.
Even so, the two remained calm and did not stop fighting, using their silver hair to control their bodies and engage in battle once again.
Finally, the two Fang Xiu's bodies reached their complete limit, their speed became extremely slow, and each step they took left a bloody footprint.
The two walked towards each other with difficulty, and soon they stopped at the same time, their dark and red eyes calmly staring at each other.
The next second, the two of them raised their hands at the same time.
The scalpel plunged straight into the other person's neck!
Pfft! Pfft!
The sound of two blades piercing flesh rang out.
The two stood there like corpses, each holding a scalpel, stuck in the other's neck.
Then, the two of them fell straight down.
The two men, Fang Xiu and Fang Xiu, perished together.
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Upon dying and rewinding time, Fang Xiu discovered that he had two additional memories in his mind.
One is Fang Xiu's memory from the outside world, and the other is Fang Xiu's memory from inside the coffin.
When the two memories merged, he gradually came to understand everything.
"So...both of them were me!"
The two memories appeared in Fang Xiu's mind at the same time, like two separate scenes.
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