"Why does this person look so familiar?" Ye Liang found the approaching figure vaguely familiar. He couldn't remember where he had seen him, only that he looked familiar.
"Small nose, small eyes, carrying a crimson, bewitching longsword?"
He thought about it.
Damn!
This guy actually looked exactly like him!
He was horrified!
He hadn't expected to encounter someone who looked exactly like himself the moment he descended into the deep pit.
A sword-wielding Fake Ye Liang!
Tap, tap, tap!
That sword was trembling. It seemed to be trying to escape Fake Ye Liang's grasp, but the latter wore a ferocious expression as he struggled to suppress the trembling sword.
"You damned thing! I used so many White Zetsu to capture you, and you still want to run?" he cursed. He backhanded the sword's hilt with a slap!
"This isn't even a living creature. Are you kidding me?"
Ye Liang was speechless and immediately hid himself!
The Fake Ye Liang ahead clearly had not noticed him yet. Otherwise, he couldn't have passed by him so nonchalantly.
What the hell is this guy?
Why does he look exactly like me!
I don't remember having a twin brother!
Ye Liang's thoughts raced.
He decided to assess the situation first before going out to acknowledge his kin.
Fake Ye Liang continued deeper into the pit while Ye Liang followed closely behind.
Before long, the two arrived at a dead end.
Ye Liang watched as Fake Ye Liang thrust the longsword in his hand into a rock. Then his lips moved slightly, as though he were chanting something.
"Save me! Please, save me!"
A faint woman's voice suddenly sounded beside Ye Liang's ear. He looked around, but there was no one there.
"Who are you?" Ye Liang muttered quietly.
"Save me! Hurry and save me!"