Joining Forces with Myself, Literally Dying of Laughter

Hearing Qin Yang laugh and curse, Black Shadow immediately widened his eyes, and the tool-person Puppet Master turned to glance over as well.

"This works too?"

Black Shadow was stunned. That laughing curse had absolutely come from the old Qin Youde. Someone afflicted by the Heart-Wither Curse could not possibly show something like laughter. Even if they truly bared their teeth, there would not be the slightest trace of amusement.

Just as Black Shadow was about to say something else, Qin Yang returned to his expressionless state.

Within the colorless world, Qin Yang's fingertip touched that grain of Seven-Colored Sand. The grain continuously expanded in his eyes, and another Qin Yang slowly condensed within it once more.

The Qin Yang inside also extended a hand, his fingertip touching Qin Yang outside through the grain of sand.

However, the Qin Yang inside wore a trace of sentimentality, looking left and right with clicking sounds of his tongue. One look was enough to tell that he was the original bastard, Qin Youde.

Within the world of his heart, two versions of himself had split apart, yet Qin Yang did not feel anything particularly strange about it.

Multiple personalities? He was used to it.

His avatar was also himself, yet that avatar always had somewhat different thoughts. Now that another split had produced an emotional bastard and an emotionless killer, that was quite good too.

The person who understood him best might not necessarily be himself, but this version of himself would definitely rank among the top three.

Discussing things with himself could omit a great number of prerequisites, and the odds of sparks of inspiration colliding would be higher as well.

"So, at the very least, we now share one consensus: the Heart-Wither Curse must be resolved." Dog Qin Yang spoke first.