"Selection?"

The young man suddenly raised his legs and slowly walked in front of the group of yin ghosts.

The dark eyes swept to the front of the ghost's face.

Yan Tao's eyes were calm with a cold light, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were together, and he quickly drew a finger duel in the air, and flew violently to the group of yin ghosts.

The golden light fell.

The dark and terrifying ghost aura slowly dispersed, revealing their true colors.

They slowly raised their heads.

In the dimly lit alley, dozens of identical faces are doing the same thing.

The eyebrows ...... Looks...... Body Shape......

Familiar can't be more familiar.

For a moment, there was silence in the alley.

The secluded can only hear the sound of the wind blowing in your ears.

The faces were exactly the same as hers. In the dim light, it looks particularly shocking and creepy.

Qin Zong, who was standing not far away, was also shocked by this scene.

A look of shock swept through the phoenix's eyes as deep as the sea.

Waiting for selection? ……

This group of Yin Ghosts really has no identity.

How can a cloned person have an identity?

"You're losers......"

Yan Tao's tone was as light as if a breeze was blowing in his ears, "Who created you?" ”

Cloning by anyone is strictly forbidden under Imperial High Law.

Yan Tao was surrounded by a cold air.

Cold.

It's cold to the extreme.

Her smiling eyebrows and eyes are deeply frightening at the moment.

“…… We don't know ......"

They start with consciousness and are always doing one thing.

Learn a person's demeanor, learn a person's words, learn a person's way of doing things.

Until a duel to choose the strongest one.

These failures should naturally be scrapped.

Useless things, don't need to exist.

Unexpectedly, after they died, they retained their consciousness.

It's just that no one can see them.

Except for them and each other.

It's as if they have survived in another way, but they don't know what the meaning of living like this is.

The only thing I can do seems to be to survive with the one who survives.

“…… What a madman. ”

Yan Tao slowly stood up and turned his back to them.

For the first time, she didn't want to see this face of herself.

The air pressure on the boy's body was extremely low.

There was a seemingly non-existent killing intent wafting out.

“…… Are you trying to kill us? ”

Hoarse voices floated out of the ghost's mouth.

“…… We don't know what we're living for. It doesn't matter if you're dead. ”

A look of confusion appeared on Yan Tao's pale and handsome face, and he gently looked up at the only light on the top of the alley.

"It turns out that clones also have souls?"

But what are they created for?

Yan Tao's right hand suddenly swiped from the air.

The next moment, the seven-star sword shone with the light of Sen Han and appeared in the palm of his hand.

Yan Tao recited the trick of controlling ghosts in his mouth, and the ethereal and mysterious incantation sounded low in the alley.

The light of the Seven-Star Sword grew brighter and brighter.

Until, enveloping all the ghosts.

Yan Tao temporarily received these souls into the Seven Star Sword.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the hand holding the seven-star sword trembled.

Really, I really want to slaughter these people with a knife.

The strong killing intent accumulated in my heart and lingered.

However, they have no damn reason.

These people are just victims of creation.

Her hand holding the Seven Star Sword was cold.

Suddenly, Yan Tao's trembling hands were covered with a layer of warmth.

Qin Zong didn't know when he stood beside her, his phoenix eyes dyed with warmth.

"It's time to go back."