Chapter XXXIX: Replicas

"Fatty, stop him quickly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "I saw that the man pretending to be the second uncle suddenly had a bad feeling. Although the fat man heard my voice and ran over, it was too late, and the man had already pressed the button.

"Fatty, hurry up and catch him!" As soon as my words came out, the fat man had already acted, and strangely, the fat man stopped the man when he went up, and the man did not resist in the slightest. The house went up and immediately restrained his body, and the shaking gradually stopped. The fat man held him back, and I walked over and looked at the man, his eyes like a bottomless pit, deep and invisible.

"Haha! The mechanism has been activated by me, and all those who invade the holy city will die, and you will all be slaves of the king, and the king has awakened, and you will all be doomed. "The man saw me coming and yelled at me.

"Be fucking honest, did labor make you speak?" After saying that, the fat man went up and punched the man.

"Who the hell are you, why are you pretending to be my second uncle!" I motioned for the fat man to stop, and then said to the man.

"That man is your second uncle? I see, no wonder you, like him, have a familiar smell on you, but I've forgotten which one it is. The man looked at me and said.

I am related to my second uncle by blood, and the two of them are naturally a little similar, I looked at what this man said, I didn't think it was ridiculous, and all I got was some useless information. "Who the hell are you? Why do you pretend to be my second uncle and lie to me. I asked again.

"I didn't pretend to be your second uncle, I've been like this since I was born." The man said.

"Let your mother's fart, until now, you still have to make it up, and labor and management want to see what has changed about you." After saying that, the fat man reached out to pull the man's face, and after a while, the fat man turned his head to look at me, his eyes full of shock. "Monkey, this looks like the fuck is real! Not a human skin mask! ”

"How is this possible, even if you kill me, I won't believe it, how can there be such two people with the same in the world, could it be that my grandfather has an illegitimate child outside?" Soon I vetoed this idea, and with my grandmother's temper, he would not dare to give my grandfather ten dares. But how can the man in front of him explain it? What does he have to do with the second uncle, my mind was full of questions, my eyes looked at him unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth drew a strange smile that was not noticeable, as if some plan had succeeded. I immediately understood what I was doing, and I stepped forward and kicked him in the chest. "Made, your life is in the hands of labor and management, and you still cheat labor and management." I yelled at the man.

"Haha, you're all going to die here, and no one can get out." The man's face suddenly turned hideous.

I sensed a hint of danger and shouted, "Fat man, let go, he's going to blow himself up!" The fat man heard what I said and quickly pushed the man forward, but the expected explosion did not. The fat man was already lying on the ground, like a toad. But this makes me a little embarrassed, and I say okay to blow myself up.

"Fatty, look." I pointed to the man who had fallen to the ground, and I saw that a stream of white liquid suddenly flowed out of the man's body, like white lime paste smearing a person's whole body, and the man's body was completely covered by the white liquid that spread out, and finally formed a sculpture.

"What the fuck is this, there's weirdness in this tomb." The fat man looked at the corpse and said.

"This guy seems to be able to copy everything a person has, and copy a person entirely." I mused. Then I turned to look at the fat man, and my eyes were straight at him. "You're not going to be this thing, are you?"

"Fuck you, is the fat body of labor and management copied casually? If you want to copy the fat man, you also have that guts. The fat man said.

I naturally believe that the fat man is not copied, but just to relieve the oppressive atmosphere. Suddenly I noticed that all the words on the stele were gone, but luckily there was a rubbing, which was now in my pocket.

Just as we were about to leave, Anne burst in, and I found him covered in wounds and a shocking cut on his arm.