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Chapter 954 Brainless Fan

After Meng Zhe set up the barrier, he drew out the Zhuxian Sword from his body, and then as he walked, he gently pressed the sword against the wall of the corridor, leaving a deep sword mark, to warn the evil creatures still in the building that your White Tiger grandfather has come, and if you don’t want to die, you must show up quickly...

In fact, there was one thing Meng Zhe couldn't figure out. If the thousand-year-old banyan tree really became a spirit, then it shouldn't have pretended to be Song Jiang and ran in front of him. Isn't this like holding a lantern in a toilet - looking for death? According to the routine of old things becoming spirits, no matter whether they are big or small, they must hide... Especially the old banyan tree, it only gained consciousness because of his own light, how dare it run in front of him? !

There must be something wrong when things are out of the ordinary. Since it dares to do this, it means that it has a reason to do so, and it also has the capital to do so, but what exactly is it...? Only when it is caught can we know, but there is one thing Meng Zhe is very sure of, that is, once this thing is caught, it must not be kept.

In fact, in the eyes of the six realms, the White Tiger God has always been an upright and impartial being. But only Song Jiang, who has had close contact with him, knows that the White Tiger God has always had a soft heart. He would not kill the monsters and monsters he caught if he could, and would lock them all up in ancient books. Although he lost his freedom, it was better than having his soul destroyed, right?

However, Meng Zhe, for the first time in his life, had the intention to kill this evil creature whose true appearance he had not yet seen.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhe said to the empty corridor, "I'm already here, aren't you going to show up?"

Unexpectedly, just as Meng Zhe finished speaking, he saw a figure stumbling down the stairs. Meng Zhe looked closely and saw that the person had the face of Song Jiang. He was immediately furious, so he teleported to the front with the Zhuxian Sword. Just as he was about to take action, he stopped...

The aura and figure of this fake Song Jiang in front of him were completely different. In addition, the other party looked at Meng Zhe anxiously but never said a word. It was obviously inconsistent with the fake Song Jiang described by Deng Kai. Moreover, this person's figure seemed somewhat familiar, so Meng Zhe raised his hand and waved lightly at the other party's face. A piece of broken human skin fell directly to the ground, revealing the original appearance underneath. It was Gu Hao who had disappeared before.

"Why is it you? Where is that fake guy?" Meng Zhe asked in a deep voice.

As the human skin fell off, Gu Hao was finally able to speak. He looked straight behind Meng Zhe and said, "Behind you..."

Meng Zhe immediately turned around when he heard that, and saw Song Jiang standing not far away. The other party's appearance, body shape, and even the unique aura were exactly the same as Song Jiang himself. If Deng Kai and Gu Hao had not said that the Song Jiang in front of them was a fake, Meng Zhe would have found it difficult to tell the real one at a glance.

"Lord White Tiger... you're finally here." Song Jiang's smile was indescribably strange. It was obviously the same face, the same aura, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Meng Zhe knew that he was a fake, so he sneered, "You are really imitating the ugly woman... You are so timid as soon as you open your mouth. Song Jiang will not call you Lord White Tiger." The fake Song Jiang nodded and said with a smile, "You two have a tacit understanding... but so what? Before this, didn't you always think of me as Song Jiang? Same face, same aura, why can he do it but I can't? I am much better than him, a mortal."

Meng Zhe said with disdain, "Who are you? Are you worthy enough to compete with him? Tell me... where is Song Jiang?"

The fake Song Jiang was instantly enraged by Meng Zhe's words. He said with a ferocious expression, "Who is he? He is just a mortal, weak and inexperienced, but he has a heart of a saint. I was born from a thousand-year-old banyan tree, and later I was opened to spiritual consciousness by a ray of spiritual power from the Lord God. No matter how you put it, I am much stronger than him. The Lord God likes his appearance and aura, and I can make him exactly the same. Is there anyone in this world more perfect than me, Song Jiang?"

Gu Hao, who had just escaped from the trap, couldn't help but think to himself after hearing what the fake Song Jiang said, "This guy is a die-hard fan of the White Tiger God. Why didn't he tell me earlier? Why did he go through so much trouble? He pretended to be Song Jiang and came with them to catch ghosts? Why not just go to Meng Zhe and pay his respects? He is really crazy!"

Meng Zhe sighed first, then looked at the fake Song Jiang as if he was looking at a fool and said, "It really is that big banyan tree... Is your brain broken? You took such a big advantage and why didn't you hide it secretly? You had to run to me and show yourself? My patience is very limited. Tell me, where is Song Jiang?"

The banyan tree spirit heard this and said with a little pride, "He... ? He must have been eaten by me a long time ago, otherwise how could I have this same aura?"

Meng Zhe naturally wouldn't believe the banyan tree spirit's words, because only he knew whether Song Jiang was a mortal or not. Not to mention the banyan tree spirit in front of him, even the Ten Kings of Hell wouldn't dare to take Song Jiang. But compared to Meng Zhe's calmness, Gu Hao was much easier to deceive. He widened his eyes and said, "What did you say? Song Jiang is dead? This is impossible!!"

This reaction had already achieved the effect the banyan tree spirit wanted, so he said even more arrogantly, "Why can't he die? I've already investigated, he's the most useless one among all of you. Now that you've been replaced by someone like me who can slay gods and kill ghosts, you're completely invincible. Isn't that good?"

Meng Zhe really didn't want to continue talking nonsense with this fake Song Jiang, so he teleported to him, grabbed his neck, and slowly lifted him up. He said in a dignified manner, "Remember, Song Jiang is Song Jiang... No one can and will never replace him. I'll give you one last chance. Where is he?"

If it were any other evil creature, it would have confessed under Meng Zhe's pressure, but this banyan tree spirit was fearless, as if he expected Meng Zhe not to kill him. He ignored his red neck and looked at Meng Zhe arrogantly and said, "He is indeed not dead... But if you kill me, then he will naturally die. Lord God, aren't you curious about where this familiar aura of mine comes from? To be honest, Song Jiang and I are connected by blood, and every drop of blood I bleed now is his."

After the banyan tree spirit said this, Meng Zhe's hands loosened slightly, and he didn't use any more strength. Although the words of this fake Song Jiang were not credible, Meng Zhe didn't dare to take the risk easily... Gu Hao was a little confused about the situation in front of him. After all, these two were either thousand-year-old goblins or ten-thousand-year-old gods. Naturally, Gu Hao could not get involved in the game between them, and could only wait quietly on the side.