As I descended, I glanced down the corridor—a figure rushed out swiftly. It looked like Claire Zhang. Inside the room, other entities seemed to be lurking. I immediately sent a vengeful ghost after Claire, then slipped into the room in a flash.
"Who are you? Take your filthy hands off me!"
The moment I entered, I saw Rachel Lan writhing in pain, her throat gripped by some entity. Lily Qian had already fainted and lay to the side. I roared, and instantly, a tangible Deathbane Aura Blade appeared in my hand. With a whoosh, I flashed before the attacker and, in one swift motion, sliced off his hand.
But in that instant, my eyes widened—the person whose hand I’d just severed was none other than myself. An exact replica, except his face wore a twisted, eerie smile. His whole body radiated an unnatural ghostly power. Instantly, I raised the Deathbane Aura Blade and lunged at this sudden doppelganger.
With a crackling sound, my blade pierced his body. The fake me sneered darkly. Just as I was about to ask something, he suddenly ignited, burning in black flames, slowly reduced to ash. Rachel Lan began to cough violently.
"What on earth just happened?" Rachel Lan looked at me in agony.
"Ethan, you..."
Rachel Lan hesitated, staring at me as if she'd seen a ghost. Then, as if something dawned on her, she quickly spoke.
"Someone impersonated you, Ethan. That person came in and said a lot. At first, I thought it was you, but the more I listened, the stranger it felt. Claire ran away—what should we do?"
"It's fine, Rachel. One of my ghost spirits already followed her out. I've found Claire now."