Chapter 1548 Hundreds of Yan Tao 2

"Selected items?"

The young man suddenly raised his legs and walked slowly in front of the group of ghosts.

His dark eyes glanced at the ghost face at the front.

There was a cold light in Yan Tao's eyes. He put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and quickly drew a mark in the air, flying towards the group of ghosts.

The golden light fell.

The dark and terrifying ghostly aura slowly dispersed, revealing their true colors.

They slowly raised their heads.

In the dim alley, dozens of identical faces were making the same movements.

Those eyebrows... looks... body shape...

What is familiar can no longer be familiar.

For a moment, the alley was silent.

It was so secluded that I could only hear the sound of the wind blowing by my ears.

Those faces were exactly the same as hers. In the dim light, it looked particularly shocking and creepy.

Qin Zong, who was standing not far away, was also shocked by this scene.

A look of shock flashed across his phoenix eyes as deep as the sea.

Products to be selected? …

These ghosts really have no identity.

How can a cloned person have an identity?

"You are losers..."

Yan Tao's tone was as soft as a breeze blowing by his ears, "Who created you?"

Imperial High Law strictly prohibits cloning by anyone.

There was a cold air lingering around Yan Tao.

cold.

Extremely cold.

Her smiling eyebrows were so scary at the moment.

"……we do not know……"

They start out consciously and are always doing one thing.

Learn a person’s demeanor, learn a person’s words, and learn a person’s way of doing things.

Until there is a duel to choose the strongest person.

These failed products should naturally be scrapped.

Useless things don't need to exist.

But they didn't expect that they would retain their consciousness after death.

But no one can see them.

Except for each other.

It was as if they had survived in another way, but they didn't know what the meaning of living like this was.

The only thing that can be done seems to be to follow the one who survives.

"...It's really crazy."

Yan Tao slowly stood up and turned his back to them.

For the first time, she didn't want to see her face.

The air pressure on the young man's body was extremely low.

If there is a seemingly nonexistent murderous intention floating out.

"...Do you want to kill us?"

Hoarse words floated out from Yin Gui's mouth.

"...We don't know why we are alive. It doesn't matter if we die."

A look of confusion appeared on Yan Tao's pale and handsome face, and he gently raised his head to look at the only beam of light on the top of the alley.

"So, do clones also have souls?"

But, what do they mean after they were created?

Yan Tao's right hand suddenly swung out of the air.

The next moment, the Seven-Star Sword flashed with a cold light and appeared in his palm.

Yan Tao chanted the Ghost Control Technique in his mouth, and the ethereal and mysterious mantra rang low in the alley.

The light of the Seven Star Sword is getting brighter and brighter.

Until, it enveloped all the ghosts.

Yan Tao temporarily received these souls into the Seven Star Sword.

She closed her eyes slightly, her hand holding the Seven Star Sword trembling.

Really, I want to kill these people with one knife.

The strong murderous intention accumulated in my heart and lingered.

However, they had no damn reason.

These people are just created victims.

Her hands holding the Seven Star Sword were cold.

Suddenly, Yan Tao's trembling hands were covered with a layer of warmth.

Qin Zong stood beside her at some point, his phoenix eyes filled with warmth.

"It's time to go back."