Qiao Yang's pupils shrank, his heart beat violently, and a familiar coolness surged into his heart.

The next moment, a row of faint data slowly appeared in the corner of his eye.

【Yin Spirit Clone】

......

Is it that ghost thing in the mall? Qiao Yang's first reaction was - it's over, he is targeted!

It's just that the man with a stiff face like a corpse just kept standing, without any energy breath, and without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Qiao Yang was facing him head-on, and he didn't dare to act rashly at all, so he could only stare at each other with such big eyes.

【Yin Spirit Clone】

【Attribute: Mysterious】

[Note: Clone units, not monsters.] 】

......

The introduction of the illustrated book in just 3 lines is similar to the summoned creatures in the Water Flow Palace, but it doesn't even have a level, but it makes Qiao Yang feel an unprecedented chill.

With the strength of his own spiritual power, he even brought 4 pet beasts with him, and he didn't find this thing when he got so close, so how strong is it?

This ability to quietly approach the target, even if he has 10,000 lives, is not enough for him to die.

This is not the case with a clone unit...... So, what about its deity......

For a moment, Qiao Yang couldn't help but think about a lot of things.

It's just that the Yin Spirit clone just stood in place, motionless, as if it was really a corpse.

Qiao Yang tried to ask the stall owner in a calm voice: "Boss, I'm ...... My friend, how long has he been here?"

The stall owner looked strange: "Didn't you two come together?"

“......”

Come along......

The stall owner's words instantly made Qiao Yang's scalp tingle, so why had he never seen this Yin Spirit clone when he turned around and left frequently.

Is it an illusion, or is it something else?

Does the doppelganger hinder the stall owner's perception, or does it blind his vision?

Qiao Yang even made up in his brain, the weird game of the 123 wooden people, only when the sky was turned away, the Yin Spirit clone would move, as long as he faced it, he would stand still and lose his sense of existence.

After a while, the sluggish Yin Spirit clone seemed to finally realize that you had discovered me.

It slowly turned its stiff head in a series of clicks like plastic twists, its hands sticking out of its heavy pockets, and a kind of doll-like knobular joint on the palm of the hand burst into a dazzling glow in the center of the sun.

Bang bang bang –

The Yin Spirit clone stepped backwards with heavy steps.

The knuckles flex and pick up with a dull whistle.

Huhuhuhu-

The wind tore through the air and rubbed against the floor of the dark street, making a crackling sound.

Bang! There was another crisp hoof drop, and a pale inky halo spread out in all directions like ripples centered on the Yin Spirit clone. The center of the Black Street is immediately rendered in a subtle yet gorgeous ink color, like a Chinese painting by a master.

In the ink rendering, they all lost color rapidly, only Qiao Yang was still in a body without any impact on the color, making him feel as if he was isolated from the world.

The noise of the market seemed to be rapidly moving away from him, and the noise was so loud that it attracted anyone's attention.

The people around him are still continuing their original actions, they should go shopping, they should bargain, but the sound is all gone, as if a silent pantomime is being staged, and only they are the only spectators.

Qiao Yang even felt that even his 4 pet beasts were quickly integrated into the ink, obviously very close, but they became blurred, as if the 4 pieces of thick ink that had not been rendered, only himself, and the backward Yin Spirit clone were still alive.

He tried to use the power of the contract to communicate, but the result was nothing, as if he was really isolated into a different dimension, cut off from all contact with the outside world.

After a few breaths, the Yin Spirit clone with stiff steps seemed to gradually adapt to the law of action, and the backward pace became more agile, and soon opened a distance of dozens of meters from Qiao Yang.

Merely......

A person who walks backwards, walking faster and faster, looks weird, especially in this more abnormal situation.

The Yin Spirit clone retreated from the corner, retreated from the black street, and quickly faded out of Qiao Yang's field of vision and disappeared.

And the surrounding ink-colored halo also dissipated quickly in the direction of its retreat with the retreat of the Yin Spirit clone, and the surrounding scenery was dyed with color again and became vivid, and the noisy sound instantly poured into his ears, making Qiao Yang have the illusion of being in a different world.

"Sir?" The stall owner packed the trunk of the dead wood demon, looked up at Qiao Yang who was facing away from him, was a little puzzled, and reminded loudly: "Your materials are packed." ”

"Huh?" Qiao Yang was stunned, subconsciously turned around, looked at the stall owner, and took the packed materials in a daze.

Stallowner: "......"

Qiao Yang: "......"

Stallowner: "......"

Qiao Yang: "......"

......

Finally, the boss still didn't calm down, and reminded in a low voice: "You haven't paid yet." ”

"Oh. Qiao Yang put the materials into the storage bag, still thinking about the weird ink-colored realm scene just now, and after paying, he asked the stall owner with a dissatisfied face, "I...... That friend of mine ......"

"Friend, what friend?"

The stall owner suddenly became alert.

"Huh, the one who came with me just now. Qiao Yang explained.

"Didn't you come alone?" the stall owner looked at him like a fool, and bowed down cautiously.

This kid isn't trying to play some tricks, is he?

Just said that it was the first time I came to the black street, so I wanted to trick me?

Hmph, I'm really too kind to believe your nonsense.

If he is really an honest person, who will come to the dark street if he has nothing to do?

"I warn you, don't try to trick me, this friend you are talking about, is he yourself?"

The stall owner cautiously stretched out his hand to protect his stall, looking at the posture, like a thief.

Qiao Yang was dumbfounded, shook his head, didn't say anything, called out a few of his pet beasts, and left directly.

He tilted his head, Xiao Hei stood quietly on his shoulder, from just now to now, there was no reaction at all, the black compound eyes were dull and smart, Qiao Yang knew that it should be napping.

Sighing, Qiao Yang moved his gaze to Xiao Lan at his feet again, only to see that it was also normal, stretching out its pink tongue and combing its two big furry tails.

As a girl, Xiaolan always cares about her image.

"Didn't even the Dream Fox, who specializes in illusion and has the characteristics of demon pupils, notice anything?" Qiao Yang frowned and muttered to himself.

Modify memories, affect vision, separate the connection between the demon tamer and the monster, and the eerie inky realm......

Yin Spirit, what the hell is coming from......

And why does it target itself?

(End of chapter)