When Du Wei finished his last sentence.

The aura around him suddenly changed dramatically.

Thick malice emanated from the golden scale.

The colossal statue seemed to look down on Du Wei, and its indifferent mask was filled with inhuman fear.

The air was extremely depressed.

Du Wei sensed a crisis in the true sense of the word.

He was almost out of breath.

There was also a sharp buzzing sound in the ears.

There was a strong pain in the heart.

He could even hear every beat of his heart, the sound of blood flowing through his veins at a faster rate.

Du Wei bent down and covered his heart with a muffled grunt.

Blood dripped down the mask, wetting his collar.

And that's not even the most painful.

The most painful thing was the sound of the pointer turning wildly in his mind.

Click......

The antique clock seemed to know what he wanted to do next.

In another way, stop Dewey.

Du Wei gritted his teeth, clutched his head and let out a low roar of pain.

The sound was too hideous.

Even the black shadow did not dare to step forward.

The envelope couldn't figure out what was going on, it could only hovering beside Du Wei, and various words appeared.

[Master, you are in a terrible state now, what happened?] 】

[If you continue like this, you will die......]

You can't die! 】

Du Wei gritted his teeth, his eyes through the mask were full of coldness and reason.

No......

It is not right to describe it purely intellectually.

Because there's a hint of madness in it.

Fate is unpredictable......

Everyone has once uttered a cry of denial to fate.

And Du Wei's character is more likely to go to extremes.

He had a hunch that he was struggling hard and living until now with an antique clock pushing behind him.

When it is in a desperate situation of death, it allows itself to see the picture of death.

When he is at peace, he gives a picture of death, and makes his subconscious want to solve those people and things......

"Why?"

Du Wei gritted his teeth and roared word by word.

He has rarely experienced the beauty of the world, and it can be said that there are almost none.

Fate gave him too much torture.

And after coming into this world.

Fate still did it to him.

The only girlfriend turned out to be able to be flagged.

He is always shrouded in the shadow of the demon god.

No one could help him the whole time.

The next second.

In Du Wei's heart, another voice sounded.

Cool and elegant.

It says, "Give me the body." ”

When this sentence is finished.

There seems to be a pause in time.

The scene in front of Du Wei's eyes suddenly blurred.

When everything is clear again.

He found himself in the Lake of the Mind.

The other, dressed in the same clerical uniform as him, sat on the black throne and looked at him with an indifferent expression.

"Long time no see."

Du Wei looked at it and said in a deep voice, "Evil spirit's me? ”

It shook its head and said, "No, I'm you." ”

"To be exact, I'm your past."

Du Wei refused: "No, you are not my past, my past is not like this. ”

It says, "Why can't it be?" You've been refusing, you've been denying, you've never been afraid of any difficulties, even the evil spirit Dewey. ”

"The only thing you don't want to face is the past."

"And I am your past."

"Give me the body, the so-called demon god, I will kill them one by one with my own hands."

"As long as you are willing to accept and admit that you have a past and everything that bothers you now, it will not be worth mentioning."

Du Wei looked at himself indifferently and said nothing.

And the other party is still saying: "Human nature, love, friendship, the bottom line, the so-called morality, values, will become the shackles that bind you." ”

"Think about you in the past, were you bound by these things back then?"

"You won't, but now?"

"What makes you so weak, what are you struggling to survive in the shadow of the demon god?"

"People can be like this, but you shouldn't and can't ......"

Syllable......

Syllable......

Syllable......

Du Wei clapped his hands slightly.

He said indifferently, "It's really funny, if it weren't for me fusing with the evil spirit, I would have thought it was resurrected again." ”

The other party was silent.

After a long time, he spoke: "Just because of this? ”

Du Wei sneered and said: "That's enough, your acting skills are too clumsy, its memory, personality, and thinking mode are the same as mine, in my eyes, you are flawed everywhere!"

"So, let me think about it, what are you? A replica of the gold balance manufactured? ”

"It's ridiculous, you deserve to replace me?"

With that, he closed his eyes.

When I open it again.

The surroundings have been restored to their previous appearance.

He was on his knees, his chest already wet with blood.

Beside him, another replica identical to him was standing on the other side, followed by another black shadow, an envelope, and floating beside him were flintlock pistols, two black clown cards, dice, coins and other items.

It seems, it's more like Dewey.

On the other hand, Du Wei's state at this time was very embarrassing.

Only the dark shadow is in front of you, fighting the evil spirits.

The envelope was anxiously wrapped around him.

[Master, you finally woke up, and the envelope knew that a villain like you would definitely not die so easily. 】

Du Wei glanced at the envelope, and then at his copy, and a strong killing intent gradually appeared in his eyes.

He bowed his head.

Reached out and unmasked.

The face that was revealed was so pale that it was bloodless.

The tip of the nose and the corners of the mouth are covered with blood.

Even the corners of his eyes were oozing blood.

Hehe......

Du Wei sneered, wiped the blood, and stood up directly.

"The Bell of Lamer wants to turn me into its puppet."

"Golden Balance wants to make a replica and replace me, no...... It wants to be the evil spirit Dewey. ”

"You two, do you really think I wouldn't dare to lift the table with you?"

After speaking.

Du Wei took the mask and said to the black shadow, "Come back!" ”

The next second.

A black shadow instantly appeared in front of Du Wei.

Then, without hesitation, he took a step forward while Du Wei put the mask on his face again.

Shadow Possession......

Du Wei looked at the replica and said in a fierce voice: "Although I don't know how you were made, and you are becoming more and more like me, you will definitely die a miserable death." ”

After speaking.

Du Wei took out the clown card representing the wish, and said in a cold voice: "From now on, my real name will be covered, I can be Du Wei, or the duke, or the evil spirit Du Wei." ”

There was a cold, deep breath from his fingertips, stronger than ever.

It seems that this desire has touched the bottom line of certain existence.

Wish fulfillment.

The replica on the opposite side seemed to have thought of something, and immediately pounced, and those black shadows, envelopes, and clown cards that had also been copied also rushed towards Du Wei one by one.

The envelope wrapped around Du Wei.

It was anxious.

But Dewey once again drew the clown card that represented the game.

At the same time, he unleashed the ability to mark.

During this time, how many evil spirits were marked by Du Wei?

No one knows.

Even he himself can't remember.

Alvin Dawqua's "legacy" after his death was quite rich.

Nearly two hundred evil spirits, plus the ones that Du Wei originally marked, and now those strange beings who were locked in the door by the black shadow.

Moment.

Countless evil spirits appeared on the entire altar, gathered in dense clusters.

The coldness they form is like substance.

The malice was surging, and the replica stopped abruptly.

Du Wei looked at it and said indifferently: "This is a gamble, and my opponent is not you, but the golden balance, you are not qualified to fight against me at all, but I said, I will give it a chance." ”

"You want to be me, you can! As you wish! ”

"I'm going to make the death I see a reality."

"It's just that you're going to die in my place."

"Now, the game is on! Let's change our identity! ”