Hearing Zhou Ming's words, Ping Xingyue let out a long sigh, took off the deerstalker hat on his head and placed it on the chair next to him.

If you don't touch her, but observe her from Zhou Ming's perspective, she is a real person.

She said: "Ping Xingyue, a human female, should be a real person with a real body. She should be able to eat and sleep, shake hands and hug people, talk, be seen and touched, and have normal

interpersonal relationships... If such people can be considered real, then... am I Ping Xingyue?

"If not, why do you call me Sister Xingyue? Please call me Huanhuan. It's too stupid to treat Huanhuan as your sister. It will make you appear weak, and I know Xiao Ming that you are not a weak person."

"And if I am the real Ping Xingyue, then who are you going to find now? If you can regard an illusion that only you can see as the real Ping Xingyue, then everyone can see you, and you are not the same as the original one.

What’s the difference between Zhou Ming and Zhou Ming?”

Zhou Ming: "But after all, I am not the Zhou Ming of this world."

Ping Xingyue sneered several times: "Haha, what a coincidence! I also know that I am not really Ping Xingyue! So now you are pouring out your secrets to an illusion that does not exist at all. Your secret is known by your own subconscious illusion.

Yes, it’s not because Ping Xingyue knew about it.”

There is no doubt that this is naked ridicule, Zhou Ming can hear it.

His head hurt from being talked about by the other party. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Ping Xingyue glanced at Zhou Ming, tapped the ground gently with her cane, smiled, and calmly said the conclusion that finally ended the topic:

"Actually, everything is just a feeling. What answer are you longing for from me? Is an illusion a confirmation and comfort to you?

"You clearly know that I already know, so why do you reveal the secret? Do you care about what an illusion thinks of you? Why do you care about what I think of you?"

"I..." Zhou Ming hesitated, recalling the motive of what he had just said.

"Okay," Ping Xingyue smiled, "I know you have forgotten what to say now, please don't be sentimental, okay? This world is off the rails, don't you want to correct it?"

Zhou Ming was silent.

"Xiao Ming, do what you think is right. I will always be by your side. Besides, philosophical debates are not suitable for you."

Zhou Ming felt warm in his heart after hearing this. He knew that the other party was comforting him.

"I feel comfortable after being comforted by hallucinations. It's really easy to be satisfied." Ping Xingyue beside him said again.

Zhou Ming felt a little embarrassed. He took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality to calm down again.

Once he calmed down, a strange hidden worry appeared in his heart.

Ping Xingyue's phantom was so real, to be honest, it was as if Sister Xingyue had always been by his side.

But if he thought about it carefully, he could think of something suspicious, such as the voice of Ping Xingyue he heard in the video.

In the video of the original owner, Ping Xingyue has been encouraging the original owner to persevere, let him finish what he has not done, and encourage him to complete the ritual.

Zhou Ming was not sure whether the Ping Xingyue who accompanied the original owner was the one sitting next to him now.

He knew what he was thinking about now, and the other party must also know it, but she wouldn't mention it... As long as he didn't mention it, she wouldn't say it.

"Sister Xingyue, who are you?" Zhou Ming summoned up the courage to ask, "You are definitely not an ordinary hallucination. There is your voice in the video. Is that also you?"

"That's right."

Zhou Ming looked surprised. He didn't expect Ping Xingyue to admit it so readily.

"So you are a possessed monster, similar to a ghost?"

"I'm not sure, or I know it in my heart but don't want to tell you. You can choose one of these two answers."

Saying it means not saying it, Zhou Ming thought to himself.

He was not sure if Ping Xingyue, who only he could see, was here to help him. Although she had been helping him so far, she asked the original owner to perform a soul transfer ritual in the video.

Zhou Ming was unable to determine whether the original owner held the ceremony out of his own will or at her instigation.

Then, after the transfer ceremony, where did the original owner go? This is also a question.

But Zhou Ming felt that the original owner didn't know it himself. It could be seen from the suicide note left by the other party that the original owner thought he would disappear, but other possibilities were not ruled out.

Zhou Ming believes that there must be many, many parallel worlds. There are parallel worlds full of weirdness like this one, and parallel worlds that are safe and peaceful like his hometown. There may be other parallel worlds with magic, high technology, and martial arts. There are also other parallel worlds there.

Zhou Ming.

If one day he reaches the same level as the original owner, will he give up this body like the original owner and be willing to let himself in other worlds occupy this only body and take on the task of finding Ping Xingyue?

At that time, will Ping Xingyue, who is sitting quietly next to him now, give him a push from behind and let him make a decision?

Zhou Ming looked at Ping Xingyue beside him with his peripheral vision. She was sitting there with a smile on her face, looking forward, her crossed legs swaying slightly, leisurely and calm, her expression as calm as ever, as if she had a pearl of wisdom in her hand, as if she knew everything, so

Reliable and so believable.

"What is behind the red door? Am I really just the second Zhou Ming?" Zhou Ming couldn't help but ask, his throat feeling inexplicably dry.

He had a hunch that he would not be the second Zhou Ming, and the original owner was not the original owner.

It has only been more than a month since he traveled to this world. In more than a month, he has transformed from a flower of the motherland who has never touched a real sword to a swordsman with perfect shots.

A superb warrior.

This by no means means that Zhou Ming in his parallel world is gifted. Anyone with a normal mind and a little bit of self-awareness can guess that all power comes from this body.

His fighting instincts, swordsmanship instincts, marksmanship and spells are all imprinted on this body like habits, and can be mastered perfectly with just a little adjustment.

There is also an even more incredible red door...the red door in the dream.

There was no doubt that there was a terrifying power behind that red door that he couldn't understand. That power pulled him back from the edge of life and death, and also caused his spirit to suffer an imperceptible impact, as evidenced by the blackened silver coins.

"I remember I said that behind the red door is madness and power. As for the second question... is it important?" Ping Xingyue stood up and put his hand on Zhou Ming's head.

Zhou Ming's pupils contracted slightly and he felt the warmth and pressure on the top of his head. Incredibly, he felt the other person's touch!
Chapter completed!