Ye Zhen looked back and forth between the two Yang Jians and sneered.
"If they're backup copies made by the ghost mirror, their copied memories must stop at the moment they last looked into it!"
"Yang Jian, the last time you looked into the ghost mirror was in the Paranormal Forum Tower in Dachang City!"
"If that fake over there came from that mirror, he couldn't possibly have any memories from after you arrived in Dajing City!"
Ye Zhen flicked his sword up, pointing its tip at the Yang Jian on the left, and barked.
"Tell me! What exactly happened in the basement of the rookie training base earlier?"
"If you can't answer, or get even one word wrong..."
"I've been wanting to test myself against you for ages!"
This really was an exceptionally perfect way to break the stalemate!
They could use the information gap and timeline to determine who was real.
The Yang Jian on the left remained expressionless. Without even pausing to think, he answered directly.
"Someone released an S-rank vengeful ghost in the building at the rookie base. We encountered the Ghost Messenger."
"And Li Jun died."
Hearing this completely accurate answer,
He Yin'er and Yan Li exchanged a glance, their wariness easing slightly.
Hu Liena let out a long sigh of relief and patted her chest. "Thank goodness. He has memories of Dajing City. He's the real one!"
Ye Zhen nodded in satisfaction, a faint smile curling his lips.
"Looks like your brain still works, Little Yang."
"In that case, join me in cutting down that impostor over there!"
Before his words had even faded,
sickly green ghost fire surged skyward from the blade, as though it had been doused in gasoline.
Columns of water swirled around the flames, making for an extraordinarily dazzling display.