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Sure enough, Ling's brows trembled slightly, and she heard the voice of "sister".

In the darkness, the female pseudo-human's face became increasingly bizarre, her body was no longer distorted, and her existence was no longer unclear.

Only the smile was even more bizarre, like a human, but not a human at all.

"Ling, it's me, I'm Ying, I'm your sister... I'm your sister Ying."

"..."

Ling woke up and subconsciously wanted to open her eyes to respond, but a sense of incongruity swept over her mind.

She didn't dare to move or speak, and could only continue to pretend to be asleep.

My sister would never emphasize her name, nor would she deliberately emphasize her identity.

Then the person calling me... is probably a fake person...

Once you open your eyes, there is no possibility of survival.

Thinking of this, Ling remained as she was, without breathing heavily, swallowing, quietly opening her eyes, or moving her arms.

She had to keep things normal...

"Ling, can't you hear your sister? Why don't you open your eyes?"

"..."

"Ling, I'm your elder sister Ying."

"..."

Ling didn't reply, and the pseudo-man's tone became increasingly anxious.

The flaws are more obvious, and the same lines are repeated over and over again, but there is no problem at all.

"whee……"

The fake man suddenly laughed out loud, and his laughter was extremely shrill.

"Ling...you're actually awake, right? I saw your eyes move. You're awake...you're awake...!"

The fake man's voice suddenly became louder. He leaned over, and his distorted face moved closer to Ling who was pretending to sleep on the bed.

The huge body blocked the moonlight coming in from the window, and deep shadows covered Ling's face.

"..."

"..."

The ferocious expression gradually returned to calm. The female puppet seemed to have lost its target and circled around the bed aimlessly. Finally, the footsteps gradually faded away and the room was silent.

has it ended?

Ling didn't dare to make any movement, not even to open her eyes quietly. In the darkness, she couldn't feel anything, only fear still lingered in her mind and did not dissipate for a long time.

Do you want to open your eyes and take a look?

Ling thought.

At this time, about twenty minutes had passed and there was still no movement.

There is no stipulation in the request that waking up mid-sentence is prohibited.

Just don't go to bed early or stay up late.

Then I have to go to bed later, otherwise I will agree to your request to stay up late.

Ling was a little confused, wondering whether she should open her eyes and observe the situation in the room.

I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, and I don't feel safe at all.

Half a minute passed and Ling gave up the idea.

Because nothing will happen if you fall asleep now, and you can live safely until tomorrow morning, but you will lack a sense of security.

After all, some things, if not confirmed, will feel like a thorn in your throat, like a huge rock hanging in your heart.

But having a huge rock hanging is better than having it fall down.

It is not worthwhile to abandon actual security for the so-called sense of security and lose the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds.

Ling emptied her body, relaxed her tense nerves, her consciousness gradually became blurred, and finally she fell into a deep sleep.

"..."

"..."

"Squeak-"

"Squeak-"

The sound of twisting joints rang out again, but this time, the source of the sound was not at the bedside or at the door.

And on the ceiling...

On the ceiling, the couple was like spiders, with their limbs tightly stuck to the ceiling, their heads turned 180 degrees, and a very strange smile on the corners of their mouths, just like an Afghan hound with a human-like smile.

Facing Ling and Ying who were lying flat on the bed and sleeping soundly...

Their limbs twisted from time to time, making creepy noises, and their eyes were fixed on Ling, who was originally wavering.

It’s a pity that I didn’t wait until Ling opened her eyes.

----

Next door, Li Mo could hardly keep his eyes open.

"I say... Sister Beichen, can I go to bed now?" Li Mo sat on the sofa with a haggard look on his face.

It's already five in the morning. If I don't go to bed now, I'll have to sleep for the whole morning before going to school. Then the teacher will call my name, and I'll have to wake up and sleep again.

I didn’t sleep well and I didn’t learn anything.

Although I don't care about the results...

Beichen glanced out the window and said calmly, "Go to bed. I'll wake you up for school tomorrow morning."

Li Mo struggled to get up and walked towards his room absentmindedly, "Finally, I can sleep."

I couldn't stand being dragged by Beichen to watch TV series all night, so I quickly took a nap while there were still a few hours before school.

It’s better to sleep than not to sleep.

Beichen stood up and walked to the door. After confirming that Li Mo had left, he walked to the roof alone and observed the scene in the next room through the window.

Apart from the distorted and blurry image, there didn't seem to be anything strange in the room.

However, relying solely on vision is a very foolish judgment. Different ghosts need to be inferred from different aspects.

"It's okay as long as you're not dead." Beichen pulled out Sakura Blowing Snow and pointed it at Ying and Ling's room. The blade trembled three times and then there was no movement.

"Three ghosts."

Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his deep purple pupils shimmered with a faint scarlet.

Apart from the confirmed couple, who is the extra ghost?

"According to all the information available on imposters, although different types of imposters use different methods of deception, the final results are the same. They all lead to the same end."

"Either Ying and Ling will become pseudo-humans together, or neither will be assimilated. There won't be a situation where one survives and the other takes over."

"There's another ghost in that house that I haven't confirmed, or is it... the white-haired woman from last night?"

Beichen fell into deep thought, lowering his head and unconsciously stroking the blade. The mirror-like blade reflected his beautiful face in the prime of his life.

She didn't think the white-haired woman from last night would stay there.

This is intuition and has no basis in fact.

"What is its ultimate purpose?" Beichen said to himself.

A ghost with human intelligence must first be aware of its level of intelligence.

The low-level ones know how to set traps, deceive with words, disguise their true identities, etc.

This type of people only have a little common sense, but no matter what method they use, they can easily expose their true identity.

Because the motive is too obvious.

Just like a couple who have just been replaced by fake people, no matter how close their appearance, words and deeds are to real living people.

But as soon as other people come into contact with it, they can instantly feel that something is wrong.

Once you understand their patterns, the motivations are all too obvious.

Especially since they had just been replaced, their disguise wasn't perfect yet. If they had been infiltrating human society for over a year...

Even Beichen couldn't guarantee that she would be able to judge it, and even the demon sword might not react.

They have observed too many people and no longer imitate according to the standards generally recognized by the general public, but imitate them in all aspects and without omission.

Because at this stage, the pseudo-humans have even considered themselves to be real humans. If a living person agrees to their request, they will not be replaced immediately the next day. Instead, they will temporarily live as living people until the pseudo-humans realize their abnormality one day in the future. All those who have agreed to their requests will...

What the white-haired woman said was right. In a sense, human society is already dead in name only.

How many normal people are left in the upper echelons?

Not sure, but probably not too many.

What if, when the Herrscher descends and the warriors fight against the Honkai, they suddenly become pseudo-humans...

"...I also want to know what method you are talking about." Beichen raised his head and murmured while looking at the boundless night sky.

Mei said she had a solution, but... what was the solution, and where would she break the deadlock...

Beichen couldn't figure it out, she has never been good at thinking.

It doesn't matter. She just needs to do what she should do, protect Li Mo until that day comes, and complete her mission.

Beichen's eyes rarely showed a gloomy look. "Everyone will die. Death is so that we can better find the meaning of life next time and avoid tragedy from happening again. Although... the trajectory of fate never changes."

“There’s not much I can do.”

Beichen pulled out the blade, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Her surroundings had fallen into a quagmire of silence and emptiness. The space was bending, and something was faintly crawling out of the darkness.

The moment Beichen sensed the strange aura, he entered combat mode.

"Miss, do you want flowers?"

A request came from somewhere, and Beichen looked around but couldn't find the source of the voice.

But there were inexplicably a few scarlet roses at the bottom of his feet, as bright as blood. After a while, a pungent smell spread into the air.

The ground seemed to have blood vessels growing out of it, with strands of black and red blood flowing inside.

The blood vessels became more and more obvious, spreading to the surrounding areas with Beichen as the center.

Beichen held the knife in one hand and said in a cold voice: "The flowers and you, both stay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp blade light slashed forward, but the blade light bounced back and forth in this space, leaving no blind spots.

The roses on the ground were cut off, and the flowers that continued to emerge all withered and disappeared.

"Miss, you don't need flowers...you will...become the flower."

The owner of the voice seemed to be timid, the strange aura quickly dimmed, and he wanted to escape.

The surrounding environment returned to its original state.

Beichen turned around suddenly, his blood-red eyes were like a poisonous snake, and his cold gaze tightly entangled the flower-delivering ghost who was about to escape.

"I didn't say you could leave."

In an instant, without a breath, a bloody mark was cut out in the darkness. Accompanied by the evil laugh of the flower-sending ghost, the strange aura completely disappeared.

"..."

Chizome Sakura put the sword back into the scabbard, and a blood rose appeared on Beichen's right arm. She tried to pick it with her left hand.

But it ended in failure.

The blood rose seemed to have become a part of her body, similar to the connection between a person and the heart. Removing it forcibly would only kill herself.

A large amount of pollution has accumulated on the body, and the strange pollution has penetrated the blood and spread to all parts of the body.

It won't be long before this flower turns her into the next flower-delivering ghost.