Fake and real.
The mud house.
The oil lamp flickered, and the room was dim and dark.
The fruits served in the hall had lost their luster, revealing an old and rotten smell.
The lights pulled all kinds of strange shapes on the four walls. The bamboo hats, straw capes, straw sandals, and half-twisted hemp ropes hanging on the wall all dragged down strange shadows.
At this moment, there was no empty space in the entire mud house. Fu xuanxu and PEI Ling were standing in it.
As the system's notification rang out, PEI Ling suddenly lost control of his body. The next moment, under the system's control, he directly grabbed one of Fu xuanxu's avatars beside him. With a flash of blade energy, he instantly cut off the neck!
"Pa da."
The head of Fu xuanxu's incarnation fell off, but there was no blood flowing out of the wound.
PEI Ling's heart moved. He immediately knew that this Fu xuanxu's incarnation was a fake!