In the dim stairwell, the scantily clad woman, her hair disheveled and her appearance bedraggled, looked at the man standing above her, then at the man approaching step by step from below. Her face was filled with panic.
They had the same face, the same hammer, and the same smile, as cold and sinister as a demon's.
She did not know whom to trust.
Nor could she tell which was the shadow and which was the true self.
"Y-you..."
"Which of you... is the shadow? Which is evil, and which is good?!"
She wailed and screamed. After alternating between hope and despair again and again, her helplessness finally reached its peak. She sank to her knees in defeat, clutching her head in both hands, her face full of anguish.
"I can't tell! I can't tell!!"
Both Jiang Chens came up to her, each taking one of her hands. Their voices became gentler than ever before.
One said, "It's all right. You don't have to tell."
The other said, "We'll make sure to share you properly..."
Faced with death, the woman unleashed the terrifying power of a top-tier fierce soul, but it was no use. Jiang Chen's evil self struck, easily suppressing her with one hand.
Then a sharp knife fell, and blood splattered.
Half for each of them. There was no fairer way to share.
Afterward, the evil self looked somewhat dazed. It was unclear whether he was savoring this "perfect act of evil" or feeling a little afraid.
Jiang Chen stepped forward and patted his shoulder.
"Jiang Xiao Chen, nicely done, but it wasn't perfect enough. Your performance fell short in many places just now. Your lines were stiff, and your psychological guidance of the target wasn't smooth enough. Luckily, she was too nervous to notice the flaws."
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