A talisman that had been reserved for a long time was suddenly activated, and a gust of wind suddenly set off, blowing the two thin talisman paper knives and dancing wildly, making them like blades constantly cutting the body of "White Ink".

It has to be said that Yang Yiyi's set of attacks was very smooth. He must have designed the tactics long ago and rehearsed them countless times.

If it were an ordinary opponent, I'm afraid he would have died under her spell blade——

However, it was obvious that her opponent this time was no ordinary person.

Under the illumination of the flashlight beam, the fog slowly dissipated not long after, and the clothes on "Bai Mo" were almost in tatters, with only a few strips of cloth remaining, revealing a strong body.

What made Yang Yiyi feel a chill down her spine was that she didn't find even a single wound on the other party's body.

"monster……"

Her heart sank. She had already tried her best to get in and out, but she couldn't even break through the opponent's defense. This was undoubtedly a very desperate thing.

At this moment, she had only two choices, one was to wait for death where she was, and the other was to escape from here quickly.

This question was obviously not difficult to choose. She threw out a row of spells again, suddenly turned around, and was about to run behind her.

However, as soon as she turned around, she saw a big hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness behind her and grabbed her neck with a terrifying force that was suffocating.

Bai Mo, whose upper body was almost only covered with cloth, appeared behind her at some point and stared at her with cold eyes: "Are you looking for death?"

"Where did you take him...?"

The opponent didn't hold back at all, and the strength in his hand was so strong that Yang Yiyi could hardly breathe.

Bai Mo didn't say anything, and suddenly raised his other hand and swatted a white figure against the wall like a fly.

The paper man slowly slid along the wall to the ground, motionless, and continued to pretend to be dead again.

"Who are you talking about?"

After doing all this, the other party seemed to relax and asked this question with interest.

A kind of morbid excitement suddenly appeared on his face, as if he couldn't wait to hear a certain answer. The strength of his hands became stronger and stronger, and Yang Yiyi felt that her neck was about to be crushed——

Consciousness gradually dissipated and vision gradually blurred.

However, just when she was about to despair, the strength on her neck suddenly disappeared, and her body instantly fell to the ground, with a violent coughing sound coming from her mouth.

An arm drew an arc in mid-air and landed impartially in front of her.

Yang Yiyi opened her eyes wide, raised her head suddenly, and saw an incomprehensible shock suddenly appeared on the face of "Bai Mo" in front of her, looking at her empty right arm in confusion.

"Of course she was talking about me."

At the same time, a cold voice sounded behind Yang Yiyi. She turned her head tremblingly and saw another Bai Mo appearing behind her at some point, with a calm expression and a black worm in his hand.

"Where have you been!"

She shouted almost subconsciously, her voice trembling.

"Don't rush to blame me yet..."

Bai Mo's face was calm, and he was about to explain out loud, but he heard the other party say the second sentence in fear, with a cry in his voice——

"I thought you were dead..."

Bai Mo paused and looked down at the girl who was sitting on the ground and hiding her face under her cloak.

It turned out that the other party's initial yelling was not to hold him accountable for his fault, but to worry about his safety——

She was just afraid that he would die.

Bai Mo didn't even look at the fake in front of him, whose face gradually revealed a look of fear, but silently stretched out a hand towards the girl.

The other party snorted coldly, but still stretched out a hand and let Bai Mo pull him up.

Bai Mo said nothing, glanced at the scar on the left side of her chin, and then looked away.

The fake Bai Mo on the opposite side wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but how could Bai Mo let him do so? A shadow rose from the opponent's feet, locking him tightly like a chain.

The other party couldn't even escape. Before he could even say anything, his head suddenly shot up into the sky. Blood rained all over the sky. The headless body knelt on the ground and soon lost its life.

Yang Yiyi originally wanted to scold Bai Mo, but was dumbfounded by the other party's hand, and swallowed in fear.

"After all, this guy looks the same as you, but you can actually be so cruel..."

"We are different."

Bai Mo spoke calmly, seemingly completely unconcerned.

After hearing this, Yang Yiyi's tense nerves finally relaxed.

It’s this familiar shitty tone…

That guy is really back.

"What was that thing just now, and why does it look the same as you?"

After a while, she asked with lingering fear, "Also, why is there suddenly an extra package on you? What's in it?"

...If Bai Mo hadn't taken action in time, she would have almost died at the hands of that fake.

"Oh, this."

Bai Mo slowly opened the package and explained calmly, "I know why this passage never ends. It turns out that it's because we accidentally entered someone's mirror..."

"In the mirror?"

Yang Yiyi was stunned for a moment and was about to continue asking. However, when she saw what was in the package, her eyes suddenly widened——

Inside the package was a bloody human head!

She swallowed and looked at Bai Mo's half-smiling face out of the corner of her eyes.

The face with the human head was all too familiar to her...

Because it is Yang Yiyi herself.

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