Xie Zhou looked the person in front of him up and down, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The scene he was in now confirmed his earlier guess.
This person is not the Song Wu I've always known. The real Song Wu may not have come here, and this one is definitely an imposter.
"Has the Hall of Forgotten Souls lost its mind lately? Why did they send such a useless piece of trash to fool me?"
He then sneered and walked deeper into the room, looking at him face to face. This person was very similar to Song Wu in both appearance and mannerisms.
It seems they put a lot of effort into finding this person and creating such a perfect setup.
Song Wu couldn't help but take a few steps back, but then he remembered he couldn't do that, so he calmed himself down and continued, "Although I don't understand why you say that, I am not a spy. I am Song Wu!"
spy?!
"Ha, Song Wu, I never said you were a spy. How did you get the idea that I've started to suspect you? I was just saying that the Forgotten Spirit Palace couldn't recognize you. Why are you in such a hurry to admit it?"
What a fool! He didn't know how to keep things to himself. What's the point of telling me everything now?
She had already figured all of this out just now, and she knew whether the person in front of her was real or fake.
"In the end, Song Wu is just a martial artist. How could he possibly know so much? When the Forgotten Spirit Hall was selecting people, they probably chose you because you seemed smarter, but they didn't expect that being too clever would backfire."
What was once a meticulously planned scheme now appears riddled with flaws. They thought this person could bewitch her, but they never imagined that an imposter is an imposter and can never become the real one.
Song Wu felt a lingering fear and took several steps back to keep a certain distance from the person in front of him.
"Xie Zhou, I still don't understand what you're talking about. Did I do something to upset you? Is that why you have to come and get rid of me?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhou became even more certain of his answer and drew his sword. "Although your martial arts and movements are very similar to his, you are not him. It is undeniable that you have learned very well and you fooled me at first, but the last thing you should have done was to suddenly appear here."
After saying that, he gently shook his head, took a few steps back, and stared into thought at the surrounding walls.
Ultimately, Song Wu was never as serious as he was now when he was in front of him; he was always playful and mischievous. Although when he was catching snakes, he felt for a moment that this guy was actually somewhat similar to him.
But it was also at the entrance of the cave that he realized even more clearly that the one beside him was just a fake.
"The Hall of Forgotten Souls has dressed you up like this, making you lose your original nature. You feel like you are Song Wu, but how could you know that you are nobody?"
It's just an identity, who cares about whom? Even if you're lost, there will be another one, just a copy.
But there is only one Song Wu; no one can replace him or impersonate him.
There was no one in front of me from beginning to end, so it was unclear how to continue the conversation.
Xie Zhou looked down at himself, at the sword blade in his hand, and couldn't help but feel conflicted.
Although she knew perfectly well that the person in front of her was fake, she still couldn't bring herself to hurt him, even though it was a face she once knew so well.
The Hall of Oblivion seemed to have decided on this from the beginning, feeling that they would definitely not take action, much less destroy their masterpiece.
But she was not one to be soft-hearted, and she turned around and started hitting the people behind her fiercely.
The clash of their swords produced a tremendous sound, as if everything that had just happened was on fire.
Whenever Xie Zhou saw that face in front of him, he would silently repeat to himself, "You're not him, you're not him!"
He then swiftly ended the battle with a swift stroke, allowing himself to return to his former state as quickly as possible.
Xie Zhou looked down at "Song Wu," who was lying on the ground and had no breath left, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Thankfully, the original isn't here, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble would have ensued upon seeing this scene.
"Perhaps you weren't wrong to be born, but you chose the wrong path and trusted the wrong person. Our paths may cross at this moment, and ironically, I don't even know your name..."
Xie Zhou then raised his hand to close the other person's eyes, and sat quietly on the ground, wiping the blade.
The bright red blood on it seemed to be reflecting what I had just done. I didn't know if it was good or bad, but I didn't regret it.
He was also well aware that the Forgotten Spirit Palace had chosen to send such a person here to mislead him and cause some unnecessary trouble, most likely because they wanted her to stay here forever.
After all, every step he took outside was an invisible message to the people inside the Forgotten Spirit Palace: you better watch out.
He then crouched down, grabbed the other man's ankle, dragged him to the center, put him down, picked up his sword, and began carving on the ground.
Now that we've come all this way, there's no reason for us to leave empty-handed. The more they don't want us to know something, the more necessary it is for us to investigate. Otherwise, wouldn't we have come all this way for nothing?
The Hall of Oblivion, you'd better not let me know your secrets, or your good days will be over.
She looked down at the mark she had just made and smiled slightly, "This can be considered as fulfilling your last bit of use!"
He then looked around and found it was completely dark. If he really wanted to walk in here, he would easily get lost unless he had a precise map.
What I'm most uncertain about is the kind of people around me, so in this situation, I must leave behind some indelible evidence.
Whether it's to warn future visitors or to show the Forgotten Spirit Palace the consequences of provoking her, this can be considered a win-win-win situation.
He then crouched down and carefully searched the fallen person for anything he could use.
I don't ask for great wealth, but at least I don't want her to be trapped here forever.
But a moment later, she regretted it and couldn't help but curse in her heart. The Forgotten Spirit Palace was really a piece of trash. They sent their own people in without even giving them a map, and left food and other supplies inside. It seemed like they had made a plan. Even if they misled her, there was no chance of survival.
Because those people never intended for him to walk back alive, no matter how things developed, the final outcome could not be changed, just like an unalterable mark that was unbearable.
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