A Heart Demon?

"Pfft!" Zhang Xiaofan bowed his head in disbelief and stared at his chest. Then, with difficulty, he raised his head again and looked at the person opposite him, who looked exactly like him. His eyes contracted several times.

"Zhang Xiaofan" stood before him, completely unharmed. His chest was whole, and even his clothes weren't torn in the slightest.

"This... impossible!" Zhang Xiaofan's face was full of disbelief. He couldn't accept what was happening before his eyes. He didn't want to accept it, either.

"I was teasing you! I told you from the start! You're me, but I'm not you!" "Zhang Xiaofan" grinned at him. "So when I get hurt, you get hurt! But when you get hurt, only you get hurt!"

"We've been fighting for so long. You mean you still haven't figured that out? Seems I overestimated you after all." "Zhang Xiaofan" looked somewhat disappointed as he spoke to Zhang Xiaofan, who had fallen onto the water again.

"Heh. Is that so..." Zhang Xiaofan's bloodied hand was gripping the Fire Poker in the other man's hand.

"The only difference between us is the Fire Poker!" Zhang Xiaofan had already tested every possibility he could think of. The Fire Poker was the only thing that was different. Now that he was holding it, his heart settled. That feeling only made him more certain he was right.

"Zhang Xiaofan" lowered his head and looked at the bloody hand now resting on the Fire Poker. Though his expression was impossible to make out, he suddenly bared his teeth, and a smug smile appeared on the half of his face that could be seen.

"You're wrong again!" As he spoke, "Zhang Xiaofan" let go of the Fire Poker.

"I'm not a heart demon, and the Fire Poker isn't what you think it is,