My doppelganger drama

The Yijia was hovering over the edge of the sky island. This time, the Toilet was used as the connecting point and chose the open space on the edge of the sky island to land.

There is no need to hide this time. The toilet number is standing on the ground so openly. It seems that the smart toilet gentleman on the Yijia number is about to climax.

As the current chief designer of the Toilet Number, this is the result of his hard work!

Except for the water tank, the toilet number is simply the dream version of itself!

On the other side, Wan Yi and the two Pus also walked out of the toilet.

Everyone is very excited and can't wait to explore this mysterious territory.

But Wan Yi tried to calm everyone down.

Because he wanted to be the first to go in and take a look.

"Are you familiar with this place?" He asked Chromatography on the way.

Shi Qi shook his head: "I have no impression at all."

"It's normal. Although she built this place very well at first, it is actually of no use, because time here is stagnant. When we ourselves briefly died and stayed here, it was also static. Except for her, everything here They are all strange to us," Xinpu said.

After slowly walking into the city, the three of them stopped involuntarily when looking at the scene in front of them.

The area ahead was probably the Yingbin Avenue, which was supposed to be spacious and grand, but as we got closer, what we saw were corpses lying on this avenue and on the stairs.

These corpses all look like mummies, and no more features can be seen on their bodies.

Looking around, these corpses are almost the same.

"These are..." Chromatography couldn't help but speak.

"Ourselves." Xin Pu said calmly. The original smile on his face had dissipated and became dull. A pair of beautiful green eyes looked directly at the scenery in front of him. She seemed to have expected this scene, but even so, she could not face this scene with a smile.

Personality is very important, but when talking about it, this kind of unrealistic thing is always vague, and it is difficult to feel its weight.

Even if you tell people, "The death of a personality is like the death of a person," it is still difficult to give people any feeling.

But these tangible corpses in front of them have made this ethereal thing that is difficult to give people a real sense of reality, and put it in front of everyone.

The three of them walked past the bodies of these personalities.

There were too many corpses. Even though the Yingbin Avenue was very wide, it was still covered in many places, and the footholds that could be seen at a glance were very limited.

Shen Xiang was entangled for a long time, but watching Wan Yi and Xin Pu calmly step on these corpses, watching the corpses crisply broken and damaged under their feet, she also put aside unnecessary emotions and followed them.

After walking for a while, I heard slow footsteps in front of me.

It's not accurate to say that it was footsteps, it was more like a hard twisting sound.

Sure enough, what appeared in front of everyone was a mummy that was still able to move. She was walking staggeringly, and it felt like someone could make her fall with just a breath.

She also didn't seem to notice Wan Yi and the others at all, and just swayed past them blankly.

Before she could walk far, her leg suddenly broke, causing her to fall to the ground. After a soft sound, she also lost her voice.

After reading it in silence, the three of them moved on without expressing any thoughts.

The stairs disappeared and the road ahead became easier. At the end of the Yingbin Avenue was a triumphal arch. The carvings on it were very interesting. They were not the original ones, but simple depictions of a woman fighting various monsters and monsters.

Those monsters and monsters were probably the various disasters she had fought against.

At this moment, a strange sound came from the top of the Arc de Triomphe.

Then, a shadow appeared above and jumped down.

It was just a black dot in the air, but suddenly it rose up with raging fire, and turned into a bomb that fell towards the three people below.

The spectrum quickly turned into a spectrum that flickered and disappeared. Wan Yi and Xin Pu easily avoided it. The other party was powerful but not very fast.

The flames spread out, revealing a woman whose body was mostly withered.

"Uh...ah..." A hoarse voice came out of his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

Judging from Wan Yi's perception, the emotional response is very weak, and there is only a little residue in the spiritual soul.

A walking corpse, but it seems to still retain some power compared to the one just now.

The opponent's hands were burning with blazing fire, and it seemed that he could not get close easily. His turbid eyes glared at Spectrum fiercely. Among the few remaining emotional reactions, there was only clear hatred, and the direction was clear.

"Sisters, don't look at me. It's all the fault of that little dwarf who just hid away." Spectrum said with a sneer.

"Ah!" But Spectrum's words angered her even more. The personification jumped up, and the flames condensed into a huge fist and hit Spectrum.

Spectrum dodged the punch with a side dodge.

In addition to the fact that the flames looked very fierce, the opponent's body was completely unable to support the exertion of this power.

Spectrum's sword was not even unsheathed. After fending off several intruders, he hit the opponent on the head with his hand.

Snapped!

The thin body fell to the ground, and the flames even backfired, burning it to ashes before slowly disappearing.

Spectrum looked at this scene, hesitated to speak, and finally looked at Wan Yi and Xinpu beside him.

Xinpu said: "There were many personalities who were imprisoned here without being deprived of their abilities. They were also considered the last survivors. But now that they have become like this, they have completely lost their ability to think, and almost nothing is left."

"I still have hatred for you." Wan Yi comforted him.

"Don't tell me, say it to the dwarf of Spectrum!" Xinpu and Wan Yi's statements made Spectrum panic, and they quickly expressed their disapproval of the relationship.

Standing at the entrance to the Arc de Triomphe looking ahead.

There are countless such remnants of personality scattered throughout the city.

There may even be a more complete personality incarnation.

"Can you still absorb these things? This should be regarded as the incarnation of personality." Wan Yi asked.

Spectrum paused for a moment and then said: "It's possible, but it will break when touched, and it will be difficult to fill it up if you take it back. The power you hold is not important, the incompleteness of the spirit and soul is the fundamental thing."

"A lot of time has been wasted. They have endured too much torture here." Xinpu said.

It made Spectrum sound a bit depressed again.

"Let's look for the music score first." Wan Yi changed the subject kindly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion in the distance.

The explosion came from far away...the White House?

Scattered notes flew out of the White House, playing music, but then they were strangled by blood! Even the peaceful music can hardly contain the murderous intention of the other side!

The music score was awkwardly supported, and without any thought of confrontation, he fled in a hurry.

Fortunately, her ability was very iconic, which helped Wan Yi and the others find her location quickly.

"Hey, why are you so useless every time we meet except for the first time?" Wan Yi greeted the music score that he had killed with his own hands not long ago.

The score has mixed emotions.

The joy of seeing the savior coming, and the suffocating feeling of seeing Wan Yi and recalling that he was pressed into the shadow world and summoned by various forces, and Qin died suddenly before he could even play.

No matter what, she gritted her teeth and said: "It was just an accident!"

At this time, a building was knocked open, sand and dust swirled, and brick fragments scattered on the ground.

A woman wearing black tights and with short black hair appeared there. She brought out a group of soaring crows and held a dark red halberd with an exaggerated length in her hand.

He looked at the music score with dark eyes, and then suddenly looked at the spectrum.

A deep voice sounded:

"You are back. Then, let's die together."