"Roar~." Wan also made a voice of unknown significance.

The impostor leader looked at Wan Yi: "She doesn't produce an incarnation as easily as you. First of all, it takes a little time to distribute emotional preferences, personality, etc., and then tear apart the flesh and produce another self. This also kept her from being squeezed too badly. Fortunately, the personification she separated from was not directly connected to the ontology. ”

Wan also did not speak.

But the situation is indeed much better than Wan Ye.

Although it is difficult to separate the incarnation, the suffering of the incarnation will not at least be synchronized with oneself.

"She was boiled to the third stage in that situation, but the ruler was also very powerful, and she was still suppressed in the third stage and couldn't hold her head up, and her spirit became fragmented under the increasing torture."

"Fortunately, we heard her rumors and saved her. We didn't expect much from the fact that she realized that she had a lot of potential, but that she had just been tortured. We are probably not surprised that she turned out of control on the spot. ”

"However, after listening to us, she chose to join us."

When the impostor sect leader said this, his tone was a little admiring.

Wan Yi said after a long silence: "So you succeeded? ”

"Initial success, to be precise. Following Resardine's plan, we managed to send her into the Aether Sea, the source of all aetheric energy, and let her find the embodiment of the Aether there. ”

"The embodiment of the ether?"

"It's a theater-like place," she said.

Wan was not surprised.

The impostor leader looked at Wan Yi: "You're not surprised. ”

"I guessed before that she had entered somewhere in the Aetheric Sea, and then seemed to have been further elevated, in a similar way to what I had experienced." Wan also replied.

The Fake Sect Leader bowed: "That's it, in short, I originally had to rely on that place to achieve the ultimate goal. But at that time, she couldn't gain a long-term foothold in that place, in short, she could only use it, and she couldn't coexist. This stuck us. ”

The genealogy family that became a disaster at the beginning could only use that place with the help of the other three, but Wan Yi himself, just "crossed" over, brought his own "golden finger", isn't this a bit too uneven?

Wan also didn't say that, but his expression was not disguised.

The impostor sect leader could only shrug his shoulders: "This is also something that can't be helped." I'm afraid Ressadin will also be shocked to know about your situation. I can't figure it out anyway, you're so weird. ”

"As the shadow of the self, he is better than the former self in every way, and at the same time, as soon as he appears in this world, he becomes the recognized master of that mysterious place."

"Do you have any clues? I'm also curious about my situation. Wan Yi asked.

But at this time, the imposter could only shake his head.

"I don't have much of a view on that either. I was originally positioned as a technician, handling all kinds of trivial tasks. Resardin is a think-tank that provides ideas, Huang is a personnel and logistics think-tank with occasional cameos, and Spectrum is a dedicated operator. As for what happened at the end, and why you appeared so unexpectedly, only Resardin and the spectrum at that time probably know. ”

"Yes." Wan also spread his hands, indicating that he was bored.

It's rare to think that the mystery of his "life experience" is about to be solved, but it turns out that the fake sect leader knows so many things, but he doesn't know his situation.

"I can't say the specific things at once, if you really linger, there are some fragments of my memory left for you, take a good look."

"I see." Wan Yi nodded.

"And, this book is for you." The Fake Sect Master suddenly didn't know where to take out a book with a black cover.

Wan also remembers this book. It was Sledger, who was handed over to the Deep Aether Center by the Fake Cult Master, and developed the core of the Deep Aether Melting Pot "Aristotle". In the Golden Circle Gold Festival incident, he was fished by the fake leader in troubled waters.

"What is this?"

"Photocopy."

"Same as the 'Book of Calamity'?"

Both are copies, but the Book of Calamity is only a study, and its main function is to control and erase the calamity. This is a real photocopy, modeled exactly after its original. ”

Wan Yi looked at the book: "What was it?" ”

"'Script', a script in a theater."

Wan Yi's brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" The Fake Leader asked.

"There is no script in the theater. At least I hadn't seen it since I first went up, just a pen that turned the items I brought with me into a script. Wan also recounted the situation he had been encountering.

"It shouldn't be." The fake sect leader was also a little stunned, "The spectrum relied on that script to achieve its own transformation in the first place. The photocopy was also created by me and Resardine from her memory, and it shouldn't be without it...... What did Resardine and Spectrum do in the end, and the final failure may be even more tragic than I thought......"

The two of them fell into deep thought in unison.

Wan Yi felt strange.

Although he inexplicably got the permission to the theater, but now he knows that the gold finger he has been playing for so long seems to be a castrated version, and there is something missing!

After a moment, the Impostor Sect Master gave up thinking, "Forget it, anyway, no matter what happens, it's your business." After all, I'm already a dead man, and I've been dead for a long, long time, so don't rely on me to finally be free. ”

Looking at Wan Yi's darkened face, he couldn't help laughing and stuffed the book into Wan Yi's hand.

Wan was stunned.

"The photocopy instinct can produce depth aether, and I don't need to say much about the initial role of depth aether. I originally wanted to use it to bypass mass production depth aether to help the world combine, I hesitated to use it, but Slaj made the decision for me, which was funny. ”

"What else?" Wan Yi does not think that such a copy can only be used for this purpose.

"Originally made to study the original, it was later used as a key to the Aether Sea, which allowed you to travel back and forth to the Mysterious Lands at will. Then, as long as there is enough 'divine power' to support it, it can play the role that the script should play to a certain extent. But after all, it is only a photocopy, and its utility is limited, and after the initial failure, its effect is almost gone. ”

After listening to the fake sect leader's narration, Wan Yi was puzzled: "In that case, you plan to hand it over to me?" ”

"The Aether of Depth will not be swallowed up by the Aether Sea. This should help if you want to go up against the current Ressardine. ”

Wan Yi looked at him: "Isn't he your old friend?" Although he pushed you the last one, he also came back to fulfill his long-cherished wish, and you don't plan to show mercy at all. ”

The Fake Sect Master said with some amusement: "Huang used the Book of Calamity to research a new plan many years ago and tried to implement it, but it didn't succeed and worsened the current situation. If Ressadin was alive, and he was in the Aetheric Sea, and he didn't stop or remedy it, I don't think he was really the same Ressadin who insisted on his original beliefs. ”

Wan Yi touched the book with the black cover in his hand and felt the tangible feel.

The Fake Sect Master turned to say, "Looking at his final situation, I obviously have plans for everyone. Either it's to find the spectrum of self, or it's to replace you on the spectrum. Sooner or later, you'll have to face him. ”

"Oh." Wan Yi's face was indifferent, but he was not frightened.

It's not a big problem, he will flip the table if he dares to hit his idea, and there is nothing to say.

"That's pretty much what I'm supposed to do, and you can just look for the rest of the details in some of the memories I left behind. The situation was urgent, and I didn't have time to choreograph it completely. But most of it was there. ”

After the fake sect leader finished speaking, he looked at Wan Yi quietly.

Wan Yi looked up at him: "You seem to be in a good mood." ”

"Of course it's good, the mission imposed on you is over. Ever since I knew that I was a scourge that sooner or later I would become a madman, I had been suppressing, correcting myself, and remembering a real and pure blue sky at the bottom of my memory. ”

Izawa's tone was relaxed, even a little pleasant: "Now that I don't have to wear a mask and play a clown in front of a group of people, how can I not be happy?" ”

"I envy you." Wan can't help but be enlightened.

"Hahaha, thank you, I'm even happier to hear you say that." Izawa couldn't help but laugh.

"I won't ask you anything, in this world, the instructions of the dead to the living, whether good or not, are like curses. I'm just a passerby in your memory, and although it seems like a lot of communication, please don't worry. ”

"If I had to say anything, it would be 'be to be free to do what you want,' and you are the one I really envy."

……

"Meow~."

Mr. Mask's voice brought Wan Yi back to his senses.

The photocopy was placed in his hand, and the heavy weight told Wan Yigang that the conversation just now was not just an afterlife conversation with a longing body.

Now, the person in the colorful clothes should really not come out again.

(End of chapter)