_'So the real person and the fake have the same memories?' _Fang Xiu wondered.
Zhao Hao just repeated what Fang Xiu had said outside the graveyard, but it seemed that both the real and fake Zhao Hao remembered them.
_'Is it possible that as soon as we stepped inside the graveyard, we get an identical copy?'_
The real Zhao Hao outside laughed proudly, "You're the fake! Look what I have in my hand!"
He showed off a silver hair tied around his wrist, convincing everyone that he was the real Zhao Hao.
The Zhao Hao in the coffin was shocked and searched his wrist for the silver hair, but it was gone.
"Impossible! I had it just now. You damn Specter must've switched places with me, taking the silver hair and putting me in the coffin!"
"Ridiculous! You're the Specter!" Fang Xiu looked at the Zhao Hao in the coffin and finally pulled out a scalpel, walking slowly toward him. He wasn't entirely sure who the real Zhao Hao was, but decided to test by attacking the one in the coffin this time.
"No, Xiu"
In a flash of silver, the scalpel struck Zhao Hao in the coffin's neck. As it was pulled out, Zhao Hao fell in the coffin, turning into bones, expression etched into fear.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly. Maybe he had made a mistake before. Killing didn't reveal the truth; in this graveyard, both real and fake turned to bones under the Specter's power.
He realized he might have killed his own teammates before.
With a dark expression, Fang Xiu ordered everyone to continue searching, keeping them connected with silver hair to prevent replacements. He started looking for his own grave, seeking revenge for being killed by a fake last time.
Soon, Fang Xiu found his grave and smirked at the sight of his name on it. "Now that everyone is connected by the hair, it'll prove who I am. I want to see what tricks you can play now."
As he laughed, suddenly everything went dark, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
When Fang Xiu came to his senses again, he found himself in a tight space, surrounded by darkness. He was unable to see his own hands. He couldn't even stretch out because the space was so cramped, as if he was lying in a coffin.
_'A coffin!'_ Fang Xiu realized something. _'Was I pulled into a coffin? And my silver hair is gone too.'_
Then, a calm and familiar voice came from outside the coffin. "Now that everyone is connected by the hair, it'll prove who I am. I want to see what tricks you can play now."
Hearing his own voice from outside, Fang Xiu felt a surge of anger toward the Specter.
He hadn't expected the Specter to be so cunning. Last time, everyone thought the person in the coffin was the real one, and the Specter, looking like him, led an attack against him.
This time, everyone believed the person outside was real, and the Specter had pulled him into the coffin.
Fang Xiu hadn't been this angry with a Specter in a long time. The graveyard Specter had really made him mad.
BANG!
Fang Xiu punched the coffin hard, but it didn't budge. He then tried to cut the coffin with his scalpel, but it couldn't leave a mark. It was as if this place was not a coffin but a different dimension, trapping him inside.
Outside, Fang Xiu had gathered his team, pointing to his grave, saying, "The Specter inside has the same abilities as me. When he comes out, we all attack together."
Everyone nodded, fully believing him because they were still connected by the silver hair leading to the Fang Xiu outside.
Inside the coffin, there were knocking and cutting sounds.
The Fang Xiu outside smirked, "Can't wait, can you?"
He then overturned the grave and opened the coffin.
BANG!
A figure with silver hair and blood-red eyes, surrounded by black mist flew out, attempting a surprise attack.
The Fang Xiu outside was ready; he transformed and signaled for everyone to attack together.
Fang Xiu was surrounded and defeated again.
After dying and returning, Fang Xiu stood before the graveyard again, seeming more upset than ever.
Those around him, all psychics with spiritual energy, could feel his darkening mood. Despite Fang Xiu's calm appearance, the heavy mood was alarming.
Zhao Hao, feeling uneasy, asked, "Xiu, is something wrong with this graveyard? Why aren't you moving?"
Fang Xiu didn't respond to Zhao Hao and kept looking at the graveyard calmly.
He had figured out the Specter's plan, which was to make him appear as the imposter and then lead the team to attack him.
That way, it didn't matter whether he convinced the team that the real one was inside the coffin or outside; in the end, he would be considered the fake one.
Fang Xiu turned calmly to his team and ordered, "Everyone, stay here. I will go into the graveyard alone."
Zhao Hao was shocked, "Xiu, this graveyard appeared out of nowhere at the foot of Putuo Temple mountain. It's obviously a Specter's doing. It might be dangerous for you to go in alone."
"It's okay. I've seen the future. This Specter is unique. The more people there are, the harder it is to deal with. So, I alone am enough."
Fang Xiu walked into the graveyard by himself.
This time, he was telling the truth. The more people there were, the harder it would be. In the end, it would just be him getting attacked anyway.
This time, by going in alone, he wanted to see how the Specter would deceive others to gain their trust and attack him."