"What is that?!"
The Fifth Elder originally wanted to kneel down and shout that he could also join their ranks.
After all, survival is paramount; there's no need to shiver.
His movements stopped because of what he heard and saw next.
Almost simultaneously, everyone surrounding him—the two elders and the three disciples—revealed the same smile.
The curve of their mouths was exactly the same, and their expressions were exactly the same. Although they were not very similar due to their different appearances, it made them even more creepy.
Someone didn't even bother acting anymore; the extremely similar aura they exuded left the Fifth Elder completely bewildered.
"You, you people, what are you?"
He didn't know what was going on, but he was certain that the being in front of him was not himself.
He received no response. Attacks from five directions blocked all his escape routes, and the toxins in his body were slowly taking effect.
"Don't think you can take me down so easily..."
Unarmed, he turned around and struck with a palm, sending one of his disciples, whom he was confident he could handle, flying.
Even if we can't win, we can at least take a few with us and draw others over with the noise of the battle.
"bump……"
The strange man was struck, his chest caved in, and he transformed from a person into a book in mid-air.
The book appeared to have been damaged; the corners were folded, the pages were torn, and it looked tattered.
"Smack..."
The moment the book hit the ground, the Fifth Elder was also attacked from four other directions, his limbs were broken, and his neck was grabbed, leaving him unable to resist.
"!"
More than the physical pain, he was terrified of the book on the ground.
What the hell is this thing?
A person, a living, breathing person, was struck by him and turned into a book that looks somewhat damaged?
Was he dreaming, or...?
He suddenly remembered what someone had said before: that they were all dead, and that he was about to die as well.
"you……"
"Yes, you seem to understand? Don't worry, you'll be joining our team soon."
I assure you, this process won't be very painful. Take a deep breath; the pain will only last for a moment.
"Crack..."
With a flick of his wrist, he twisted the Fifth Elder's neck to the right, and the limp corpse fell to the ground.
"Simply take it down."
As mentioned before, besides Zhang San's book "Outlaw Madman, Lawless", Han Feiyu has also completed several other fictional works.
One of the stories tells of a person who, through a secret puppet technique, transformed himself into several bodies using a single consciousness.
The power of this fictional work allows Han Feiyu to multitask, simultaneously transforming several original manuscripts into replicas.
It's all his own will, which is like running a multi-threaded system. The cost is that he plays multiple roles, which is a bit mentally taxing, and the puppet avatars aren't as flexible in battle.
It can only read the moves recorded in the original manuscript, so it's not very good at adapting to changing situations.
"However, there are still benefits. I can actually accomplish that old idea."
I will transform everyone else, except for the core target, into myself, until the moment he discovers it.
Haha, he thought there was a mole in the team? Actually, he's the only one who doesn't fit in.
Skillfully turning the corpse into a manuscript, the "Fifth Elder" returned to the mortal realm, patted his face, and maintained a normal expression.
The Third Elder escorted the Fifth Elder out of the house, making it seem like just a simple visit.
The storyteller's hunt continues.
It's finished, although a little late, but the fourth update is still done. The author keeps his word.
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