Now that Bibi Dong has seen the shadow of Beizhi, there are swords coming from both sides, and she cannot avoid it.

How to resolve this matter?

"Host, actually things are not that complicated." Mamasang said suddenly.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Mama Sang said: "Host, have you forgotten that there is a Rakshasa god beside Bibi Dong?"

"I know that...Okay, I understand."

Gu Beizhi looked at the shadow Beizhi squatting in front of him and smiled slightly, with very evil intentions.

Just like Shadow Beizhi's outfit and temperament, she is a completely blackened version of herself.

In this way, there is much more that can be done.

"Mama-san, hair dye, contact lenses, I want to change back to my original appearance."

"no problem."

…

Star Luo Empire border, Guangcun.

The originally simple village was in a mess, and the originally clear river was dyed red with blood.

After throwing the last person into the river, Tang Hao began to adjust his breath and meditate.

Compared with the temperament of Tang's mother now, it can be said that her temperament is completely different.

I saw that his entire face was covered with red hair, and a thick black energy rippled around his body, getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to swallow him up!

"ah!!!"

Suddenly, Tang Hao raised his head and roared, the sound was extremely shrill, as if thousands of wild beasts were roaring at the same time.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's great. Congratulations to you, the chosen one, you succeeded."

As he finished speaking, a blood-red black shadow suddenly gathered in front of Tang's mother, and then the shadow spoke.

But he saw Tang's mother standing up, looking down at her hands, and still muttering:

"Ah...is this the ultimate power? I have returned to level ninety-five, hahaha...haha..."

"Yes, look, you just sacrificed a village, and the benefits were so huge. If you sacrificed a city, the benefits are obvious." Black Shadow said with a smile.

"If we sacrifice a whole city, then level ninety-six... no, level ninety-seven is just around the corner!" Tang's mother laughed so crazy that there was no trace of reason in his eyes.

"Yes, that's it... Jie Jie, then tell me, if you sacrifice people from a country, then level ninety-nine will no longer be a luxury, right?" The black shadow continued to be tempting.

"Yes, yes, you are right..." Tang's mother nodded wildly.

"Huh~" The black shadow shot a ball of black energy at Tang's mother, and then continued to seduce: "If the sacrifices of Haotian Sect, Qibao Glazed Sect and so on are completed, then becoming a god will not be a problem, right?"

When she heard the words "Haotian Sect", Tang's mother's eyes suddenly became dazed for a moment.

But after accepting the black energy, Tang’s mother no longer hesitated, but laughed crazily:

"Yes, they all have to be sacrificed, all of them have to be sacrificed. In this way...I, Tang Hao, can become a god, hahaha..."

"Yes, that's right, it's like this... I have long seen that you, Tang Hao, have become a god, Jie Jie..."

"Haha, I, Tang Hao, am a genius. I am the number one genius in Douluo Continent... One day, I will get back everything I lost!"

"Good boy~ Then keep walking towards the path of sacrifice."

…

Wuhun Palace, Pope's Study Room.

The light was extremely dim, and the pope sat firmly in the darkness, with the half of his face exposed looking a bit ferocious.

She was still shaking the empty wine glass in her hand, obviously enchanted for a long time.

"Dong'er, you have rarely approached me over the years. Can I understand that you miss me?"

A black shadow appeared without warning, and then condensed into the shape of a woman.

"I have something to ask you."

Seeing her coming, the Pope finally came to his senses and put down his wine glass.

The Rakshasa God said with some disappointment: "Dong'er, don't you think this is too cruel to me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm serious."

"Okay, just ask."

The Pope stood up, walked slowly to her, stared at her and asked, "Do you think there are two people who look exactly the same in this world?"

"Of course I do. Just look at my face and it's the best proof."

"I didn't mean that, I meant...innate."

"Innate?" God Rakshasa pondered for a moment, then smiled: "Of course it is, isn't it obvious?"

"Really?" the Pope asked again with some uncertainty.

"Yes, this world is not big, but it is not too small either. It is easy to find two people with similar looks. Of course, the premise is... ordinary people." God Rakshasa's eyes were provocative and his tone became frivolous.

:

"Just like Dong'er, you can't find anyone else with a face like yours in Douluo Continent."

"I said exactly the same, not similar!" The Pope snorted coldly and asked again: "Answer me, do you have it?"

"Exactly the same? That's definitely not the case." God Rakshasa said firmly.

"Yeah." The Pope nodded with satisfaction, and then asked: "Then under what circumstances would two identical people appear?"

"Well, there are several kinds of this." The Rakshasa God pointed his fingers and began to say:

"First, if another person uses the disguise technique, they can become another person, but this method is very low-level.

Second, like this god, he uses divine power to change his appearance, making it difficult for people to distinguish between true and false. This is a clever method.

Third, make-up, this is different from the art of disguise, which involves a person completely transforming into someone else, but with makeup... for example, if one person's appearance is quite similar to another person's appearance.

Then if this person applies makeup carefully, he can become another person. This method is not difficult, but it mainly requires high inner quality.

The fourth, as for the fourth..."

At this point, the Rakshasa God did not continue.

The Pope couldn't help frowning. She was very sure that the "white-haired woman" did not belong to these three types. She was about to listen to the fourth one, but she was cut off?

The person who told half of the story under the overpass last time has been sent to jail under her order.

"What about the fourth one?"

Hearing the Pope's question, the Rakshasa God smiled deeply, and then raised a finger:

"The fourth type is that one person becomes two people. In this way, there will be two identical people."

Upon hearing this fourth situation, the Pope narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Everyone has his own soul, and his own emotions and desires... That's all, I'll keep the story short." God Rakshasa paused, and then said seriously:

"To put it simply, a person's soul is split and another self is split. In this case, two identical people will appear."

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