Three applauses came from the white light. From the beginning, it floated faintly and gradually became clear and powerful.

In the bright hall, something similar to liquid slowly gathered together and formed the shape of a person, then the facial features and outlines appeared, and finally a living person appeared, standing there smiling at Yingmeng.

This man looks mediocre, but gives people a feeling of not showing off. His face is abnormally gray and decayed, and he doesn't look like a living person. Judging from his figure along the way, his steps are elegant and delicate, and his face looks like an exquisite wax figure.

A piece of black solemn hem stopped in front of Yingmeng.

The man looked at Yingmeng with interest, maintaining a standard and polite gentleman smile. Every move was from a precise angle, making people unable to find any mistakes. It looked ordinary, but it was extremely perfect.

"It's really unexpected. A defective product can withstand the pressure of the purest origin."

Ying Meng leaned against the wall lazily, giving people a casual feeling. She knew clearly that the person in front of her was either pervert or crazy. The more elegant and leisurely she acted, the more he could feel that he was of the same kind. Therefore, he was more likely to save his life.

Fight to the death and fight to the death. What's the joke? If the other party's generation is unparalleled, then his strength is immeasurable. What's more, he has become like this before the confrontation. Does she have any chance of winning? He won't be able to win? He won't have the qualifications to win.

"The origin of purity?" Ying Meng crossed her white fingers against her jaws and smiled slightly. "Your Excellency's taste is really unique."

"Did I allow you to speak?" The curve of the man's lips curled up to perfection, and he was still polite, without a trace of anger, and his eyes were empty and unconscious.

Yingmeng felt a fluctuation in the air, and a powerful pressure hit her. She forced herself to smile. If it weren't for her slightly trembling body, she wouldn't be able to see what kind of pressure she was under.

A trace of red light flashed in her eyes, and the air emitted a slight change, and the formation was set up in an instant.

But reality is always skinny, and the man just raised his hand and got rid of Yingmeng's spiritual surprise. Then he said "Stop", but to speak, Yingmeng's formation did not happen except for some dust splashing around. Fortunately, Yingmeng didn't have much hope.

"The incomplete product is really rude." The man sighed elegantly, showed a ritual smile, and calmly shook the bell in his hand.

The crisp sound of bells is like a life-seeking horn. Yingmeng's back is straight, like a clock that is twisted too tight and exhausted, falling to the ground, and his body rises and falls faintly with his breathing.

"Sorry. I learned some lessons from my predecessors and forgot to remind you in advance." The man put away the bell elegantly, with a erratic smile on his eyes. "It is not a polite behavior to let the guest sit on the ground. Our guests seem to be a little inconvenient. Are you willing to help her?"

Ying Meng pursed her thin lips slightly, her pupils flew across the man's back, and her expression remained unchanged. There was another person?

In his light white clothes, a man walked out of the black fog slowly. The fog where he appeared showed the most real appearance of the place - the rolling blood pool. He was gentle and noble, and walked leisurely in the garden and walked in blood. Soon Yingmeng saw the appearance of the visitor... the mentor.

The instructor walked over step by step, and was not surprised at all when he saw Yingmeng. He smiled faintly and rubbed the top of the girl's head, as if everything was normal. "This may be a bit long, and it may be more comfortable to change the position. Yingmeng."

Yingmeng blocked the dark color in her eyes when she lowered her eyes. She didn't refuse because she was not qualified.

The instructor slowly raised his slender white fingers, and the black mist gathered at his fingertips, adding a bit of coldness and evil to his breeze and moon. He looked at Yingmeng with a smile, and the black mist turned into a brass chair covered with silk. "Please."

Ying Meng had a smile on her lips, and she looked neither anxious nor anxious, as if she was still in a hurry.

"Are you surprised?" The instructor opened his thin lips lightly, gentle and elegant. "Shadow Dream."

He seemed to deliberately emphasize the word "shadow dream".

"It's nothing, I'm just lamenting my stupidity." Yingmeng adjusted her emotions. "What should I call it?"

"I can be considered your mentor, and you can also regard me as the No. 756 experimental subject." The man's expression remained unchanged, and he kept a faint smile on his face. "You are such a vivid work of art. I appreciate innovation."

Yingmeng clearly realized that the other party did not care who Shi Wushuang was, and was even interested in the changes that would bring... This means that the substitute could also be genuine.

If she denies that she is a worldly unparalleled person, then she will become an outsider who knows that she shouldn't know things. Such a person has only one ending. On the contrary, if she proves that she can be a qualified worldly unparalleled person, then she can be a worldly unparalleled person.

She looked at the mentor in front of her, and then at the man with stiffness everywhere, like a delicate doll dead silent.

Ghost Training Camp: Everyone likes to view carefully crafted works of art, but often ignores whose masterpiece it is.

"I'll ask you, you used to be the same person." Yingmeng looked at the wax figure, with a gentle smile on her face.

"We are all trying to keep our original appearance, and the methods we use are also separated." The dead man's thin lips were wearing a gentle and lazy smile. "It's just that yours is spiritual, and I am physical."

This was a disguised recognition of Ying Meng's inference and gave a possible motivation.

"Which lifelike person or the inactive wax figure is the real you?" Ying Meng lowered her eyes slightly.

"Is it important? Do you still remember which one was what you were originally?" The instructor's calm and indifferent voice sounded from behind Yingmeng. "At that time,"

The purpose is only for preservation, not for discernment.”

"Wow. Who would have thought that the person who looks lifelike is a puppet, and the wax figure that is inactive is a real person?" Ying Meng curled her lips slightly, and the red light reflected in her eyes flashed. "The almost perfect substitute looks like the standard version of the world's unparalleled one."

"It's very good. He is like you, a perfect work of art. It's great to be a substitute." The man heard Yingmeng's implicit voice and admitted it without hesitation, while expressing his appreciation for Yingmeng, although his appreciation is not so mediocre. "The story of the unparalleled world is basically the same. It's actually a cycle. After learning from the experience of his predecessors, you have to be a little prepared, right?"

"If a substitute is better than a genuine one. Which one is a substitute? Which one is a genuine one?" Ying Meng's eyes were faintly red, and there seemed to be some contradictions on her left face that were inconsistent with her right face. "You are also escaping."

"Who would die if I could live? I just changed the illogical part, how could I escape?" The man curled his thin lips with a gentleman's curve and smiled politely. "He also has a part of me. Although I don't like it very much, I did not destroy it with my own hands, but left it to fate to make the decision.

If you want to escape, I have to doubt the motivation for the person who created you. He had enough materials to create a more perfect work, but he tried it again and again, and then left a broken product. It was really unbearable. If he really wanted to save materials and use the next one to carve the work, it would not be more perfect. His style seemed to be deliberately weakening something."

Ying Meng couldn't stand the unconcealed pathology and madness in the man's eyes. She looked at the mentor behind her and the dead man. One seemed to have obvious obsession with her, that is, when he saw the work, he wanted to dismantle it and study the principles, while the other only had compassion and compassion. He was obviously the same person, or it was obvious that one was a puppet controlled by the other, why was the gap so big?

"It seems that faith is not that important to you." Ying Meng looked at her intently in her eyes and sent a signal in her code. She wanted to take a gamble.

"Doesn't follow the steps mean disrespectful faith?" The instructor's voice was low, without ups and downs, as if he was under the manipulation of that person. "Do you know what faith is?"

"A being defined as an existence pointing to the ultimate state of the soul?" Ying Mengqing raised her eyebrows and smiled playfully, but her eyes stopped tightly on the mentor, refusing to let go of a detail. "A kind of generosity that goes to the spirit?"

"None of them. It is a movement created by people to kill despair in despair. It is an existence that is nothing but transcends nothingness..." The instructor smiled gently, and the words that were not finished were connected without a gap. "Worshiping a faith should do everything possible to improve it. Unchanging and following the steps are often the existence that disrespects the most faith. Only improvement and change can make it immortal."

Ying Meng sighed softly, knowing that there was no chance behind her. She hung up her easy-going smile and turned her gaze back to the man.
Chapter completed!