Chapter 375: True and False

Boom—!!

A loud bang echoed from a nearby alleyway. Under the bridge, Lin Xi and Old Lu simultaneously looked up!

"What happened?" Lin Xi asked in a deep voice, hiding a paper umbrella under the bridge.

"It must be Fenggui," Old Lu said, slowly standing up and bracing himself with his hands on the ground. "He rushed over and ran into that madman. They're fighting!"

"I'll go support Feng—"

"No, you can't go," Old Lu immediately rejected Lin Xi's suggestion. "Didn't you say it would be hard to kill him unless we fight on our home turf? If you leave here, how will the traps you painstakingly set up be put to use?"

"Then..."

"I'll go," Old Lu said, his voice extremely serious. "I can fly, so I can stall him for a bit and lure him here... Then you can spring the traps from the shadows, and he'll have no way to escape."

Lin Xi thought carefully for a moment. This was indeed the safest way, but he still asked with concern:

"Old Lu, can your body handle it?"

"No problem." Old Lu waved his hand and walked straight out from under the bridge. "You ambush him here and wait for the right moment... Whether we can finish him off in one go depends on you."

Watching Old Lu's struggling figure as he left, a flicker of grim determination flashed in Lin Xi's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Splurt—!!

The blood-soaked Fenggui rolled down the stone steps in the dense fog, like a kite with a broken string.

A winged figure soared from the top of the steps. A dense swarm of ants intertwined behind Old Lu as he looked down at the blood-stained Fenggui who had fallen, murderous intent flickering fiercely in his eyes.

"Trying to trick me? That's too naive... Today, you're dead for sure!"

Old Lu raised his hands, and the tiny ants behind him immediately rained down. Countless hair-thin strokes cut into the steps, leaving deep blade marks, instantly engulfing Fenggui's figure.

Under the frenzied attack of these fine strokes, Fenggui became a bloody mess in the blink of an eye. In the intense pain, a sliver of his consciousness returned, and just as he was about to be cut to pieces, he transformed into a flurry of maple leaves and vanished from the spot.

Old Lu let out a soft exclamation of surprise. His figure slowly floated down to the ground, and looking at the maple leaf fragments scattered everywhere, he suddenly froze.

"How could this be..."

Old Lu knew very well that the Thespian God's Path excelled at disguise, but he had never heard of a practitioner being able to directly imitate another person's divine path. Although everyone said that madman's skills were bizarre, surely he couldn't replicate Fenggui's abilities?

Could it be... Was the one in front of him real? Was the one on the walkie-talkie fake?

Impossible! He had maintained walkie-talkie contact with Fenggui and Lin Xi from the start, and it was on the specific frequency of the Ephemeral Scroll. That madman could never have contacted him via walkie-talkie... Damn it, what exactly is going on?

"Old Lu! Are you crazy?!" The scattered maple leaves on the steps behind Old Lu coalesced into the blood-soaked form of Fenggui. He looked at the bewildered Old Lu and cursed loudly!

"Why are you hitting me??"

"You..." Old Lu gritted his teeth. "You're fake! Don't try to fool me!"

"I'm fake? I just used my Leaf Drawing ability! How could I be fake?! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Old Lu! I heard you fighting! What happened?" Fenggui's anxious voice came from the walkie-talkie. "You need to be careful; that guy seems to also possess the power of the Thieving God's Path. He stole my skill... Don't let him deceive you!"

The voices of two Fengguis simultaneously echoed in Old Lu's ears. At this moment, his brain short-circuited.

Unless the real Fenggui was dead, the walkie-talkie couldn't have fallen into enemy hands. But if the real Fenggui was dead, wouldn't the one in front of him necessarily be the fake?

But if the walkie-talkie hadn't fallen into enemy hands, then the one who just spoke to him was the real Fenggui. This also meant that the one in front of him must also be fake... No matter how he reasoned, the Fenggui in front of him was highly likely to be fake.

But... could that madman really act so convincingly? His appearance, personality, skills, and even emotions were so real that Old Lu truly couldn't believe the Fenggui in front of him was fake...

"Old Lu!! It's me! Fenggui! Number 029! Ephemeral Scroll Area Architect 029! Although we haven't met before, we're still colleagues!"

"That day, I received orders from Area 001 to immediately go to Liuzhen to support you, 031. When we met, it was around five or six in the morning, and then you said we should search the inn first, and I agreed with your opinion... Think about it carefully, could a fake me know all this??"

Seeing Old Lu raise his hand again, preparing to attack him, Fenggui immediately panicked, blurting out all the details of what had happened to prove his innocence.

Hearing this, Old Lu froze again.

"Damn it... damn it!!! I can't tell them apart! I really don't know which one is the real..."

Puff—!

A gush of warm blood splattered onto Old Lu's cheek.

Old Lu, still struggling with his thoughts, blankly looked up and saw a hand emerging from Fenggui's chest right in front of him...

A smiling figure draped in a large red theatrical robe stood behind Fenggui. One hand had pierced through his chest, and in its palm, it even held a slowly beating heart... A breeze swept across the silent stone steps, and the large red theatrical robe billowed in the wind.

The noisy, chaotic world suddenly fell silent, leaving only a buzzing static sound in Old Lu's ears.

"Time's up... Wrong answer."

Chen Ling's mocking voice leisurely sounded from the walkie-talkie.

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Fenggui slowly and laboriously lowered his head, looked at the bloody hand in his chest, opened his mouth, then glared furiously at Old Lu, who was standing nearby:

"I... am... real..."

As Chen Ling crushed the heart, Fenggui's corpse, like a pile of mud, slumped lifelessly onto the stone steps. Scarlet blood stained the ground.

Old Lu stood blankly in place, like a statue.

He had been struggling too much just now. Both he and Fenggui had been so distracted by each other that they hadn't noticed an enemy approaching at all... This resulted in him witnessing Fenggui die right in front of him.

A gentle breeze swept across the long, narrow steps, causing ripples in Fenggui's pool of blood. In the crimson reflection, the red-robed figure seemed to merge with the world.

Old Lu's chest heaved violently. He looked at Chen Ling with dead eyes, an unprecedented rage erupting from him. The repeated mockery made him wish he could tear Chen Ling into a thousand pieces!

"I'll kill you... I'll kill you!!!!"

Old Lu roared and lunged furiously at Chen Ling!

Seeing this, Chen Ling chuckled softly in the wind, tore off a mask with his fingertips, transformed into Old Lu's appearance, then turned and sprinted towards Furong Bridge!

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