"It's time to get out. ”

After saying this, Bu Fan ignored the self who was about to step into the strange whirlpool and walked in the direction of the exit.

He didn't know if this was the existence that would die at the beginning, or if it would live longer, or if it was the same as the person behind him, it was an existence that could get here, Bu Fan didn't care about this, he just wanted to get out of this ghost place quickly.

As long as he goes out, everything that happens here will no longer have anything to do with him, and after he goes out, he will not enter this ghost place again, and it is useless to persuade anyone.

Since entering this illusion, he has not experienced anything normal, this hellish place, whoever likes to come, come.

Just when Bu Fan took the first step, he didn't notice that the "Bu Fan" behind him suddenly showed a mysterious smile.

In an instant, a figure swayed behind Bu Fan, directly through Bu Fan's body, and arrived in front of Bu Fan.

Seeing this, Bu Fan's expression was stunned, this figure that penetrated his body was the "Bu Fan" who had been following him.

Bu Fan could still see the smile on "himself" face for a moment, as if he was laughing at himself.

Seeing this, Bu Fan's expression was stunned, he couldn't figure out the current situation, and thousands of question marks suddenly popped up in his mind.

He couldn't figure out the situation, and he could only watch as "himself" killed the self who had just come in.

After killing "himself", "Bu Fan" stood in place, and suddenly laughed in his mouth.

"Who are you?"

Seeing this, no matter how slow the reaction was, Bu Fan had already come back to his senses at this moment, and immediately looked at "himself" coldly, and asked in a deep voice.

He is sure that this "Bufan" is definitely able to see his own existence, and maybe this is the root of everything.

"Who am I? Who am I? Who are you?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and "Bu Fan" turned his head to look at Bu Fan with a strange smile on his face, and asked rhetorically.

Sure enough, you can see me, you are different from those "me". ”

"It's the same, it's all the same, we ...... Aren't they all the same?"

Hearing Bu Fan's question, "Bu Fan" took two steps in the direction of Bu Fan and said.

"I'm not like you fakes. Staring at the distance between "Bu Fan" and himself, Bu Fan was very vigilant.

"Who's a fake?"

"Bu Fan" asked with a smile, not seeming to understand what Bu Fan's words meant, and pointed at Bu Fan and said.

"I'm not a fake, are you a fake?"

"Don't play with me with all these bells and whistles. Bu Fan roared sharply.

"Bu Fan" shook his head, as if amused, and replied.

"Who's playing whom, why stick to the truth and the fake, does it matter?"

Hearing what he said in front of him, Bu Fan frowned, it was too similar, it was too similar, the tone of this fake's speech, demeanor, and movements were all the same as himself.

If the previous existence that he killed was just a copy, then the "self" in front of him was like another self.

Another self copied out of the mirror.

Immediately afterwards, Bu Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't plan to talk to "himself" anymore, and a flicker came to "Bu Fan's" side, and in an instant, the sword was about to fall.

Something unexpected happened, the blade fell on the body of "Bu Fan", and it actually penetrated through the past as if it had slashed into a phantom, and it didn't even feel like it had been slashed on those "fakes" before.

Seeing this, "Bu Fan" spread out his hand, and the hand holding the "old trick" shook twice, and laughed twice in his mouth, as if he was laughing at Bu Fan.

Hearing the piercing laughter coming from the mouth of "himself", Bu Fan, who did not believe in evil, turned around and swung another sword, but it was the same result as the last time.

"Hmph, is it just an illusion? I really am, there is no need to spend it with you, seeing that you have lost your mind, I almost forgot that this is in a fantasy itself. ”

Retracting his sword-wielding hand, Bu Fan said with a sneer.

Since the two swords didn't take a fancy to it, it was nothing more than a special illusion, and I was almost confused again.

Thinking about it, Bu Fan faced "himself" and walked backwards towards the exit of the forest.

"I'd love to praise you for being able to keep some sanity at this moment, but you think you can really get out, a fake...... Will you really be able to get out of this place?"

Looking at his actions, "Bu Fan" didn't make any moves, just looked at Bu Fan's backward steps lightly, and didn't look like he wanted to stop it at all.

Hearing the words of "Bu Fan", Bu Fan didn't pay attention to "himself" at all, and still just faced "Bu Fan" and stepped back straight.

This is just an illusion, and if you answer it, you may fall into the trap again.

And "Bu Fan" just looked at these flatly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he didn't say a word, when Bu Fan walked out with the last step, Bu Fan suddenly felt a dizziness in his head.

The next moment, when Bu Fan came to his senses, Bu Fan suddenly found that the place where he was had changed.

No longer at the edge of the forest, when I looked up at the sky, the other half of the sky seemed to be sunny, and my side was dark and lonely, like a house of evil ghosts.

Lowering his head, the expression on Bu Fan's face froze, not far away in a small swamp, where a familiar aquatic plant is standing, Bu Fan is of course extremely familiar with it, not only because there is only this aquatic plant in this swamp, but also because he has seen this aquatic plant countless times, and it is naturally fresh in his memory.

Isn't this the place where he perceives it all begins?

He didn't go out at all, but came back again.

"What the hell is this?"

The familiar voice came, Bu Fan's heart was suddenly shocked, and he turned his head to look over, "himself" was talking there, and the picture that he had seen countless times was once again presented in Bu Fan's eyes.

Seeing this scene, Bu Fan's mind suddenly recalled what "himself" had said to him just now.

He suddenly felt a little cool on his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and instantly rushed to Bu Fan's heart, as if he had frozen Bu Fan's thoughts.

Bu Fan's only remaining sanity told him that all this was just fantasy, and he shouldn't see these too real, but even if he knew that this was the case, Bu Fan would inevitably still think about it.

He didn't even know what he was thinking, he was thinking about everything, he couldn't figure out anything.