804: Chapter 804 The Puppet Spirit!

Ye Chen's brain suffered a rare two-second system crash.

But he was truly bewildered by the scene before him.

That face, that expression...

It was the spitting image of Bing Lan.

Even the small red mole on her earlobe was exactly the same.

Ye Chen subconsciously rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had been hallucinating after being sprayed with some hallucinogenic poison by that spider earlier...

But that idea was a bit far-fetched.

After all.

He was immune to all poisons.

Yet when he opened them again, the woman was still there.

She stood barefoot on the rock surface, her long cyan hair cascading down to her waist like a flowing piece of silk.

Even more absurdly...

She actually tilted her head and stared straight at him with those watery eyes that were identical to Bing Lan's.

"A-Chen."

Ye Chen froze: "Huh? You know me?"

The woman took a step forward, bringing her face close, their eyes locking.

Ye Chen could even feel...

The hot breath emanating from her nose.

They remained frozen in that position for a moment.

The next second.

She smiled sweetly.

"My name is Bing Lan."

"Your name is Ye Chen."

"You are my boyfriend."

Ye Chen's expression darkened: "Stop right there."

The woman blinked: "Hm?"

"You are not Bing Lan."

Ye Chen stated solemnly, "You look exactly like Bing Lan, but you are not her."

Upon hearing this, a look of grievance appeared on the woman's pretty face: "Why do you say that?"

"Because Bing Lan is in Xiamen City."

Ye Chen spread his hands.

"She is my girlfriend, and I spoke to her on the phone before getting off the plane to let her know I was safe."

"It's impossible for her to be here, and even more impossible for her to crawl out of a human mummy."

The woman listened quietly, then fell silent for a few seconds.

Then.

She lowered her head, her voice suddenly dropping low.

"Are you trying to say... you don't want me anymore?"

The grievance in her tone was exactly the same as when Bing Lan occasionally threw a little tantrum.

Ye Chen's temple throbbed twice.

He felt his blood pressure rising.

"This isn't a question of wanting or not wanting!"

"No matter how much you look like her, you are not her."

"You came out of that mummy, I saw it with my own eyes; that in itself is not normal, do you understand?"

The woman lifted her head again, her eyes wet and glistening, as if they were about to drip with tears the next second.

"Then what if I say..."

"That I am Bing Lan?"

Ye Chen didn't respond, just watched her quietly.

He knew this woman wasn't lying.

At least, in her own perception, she wasn't lying.

She truly believed she was Bing Lan.

But that was precisely the most bizarre part.

A woman who crawled out of a human mummy sealed for hundreds of years in the Blood River, possessing his girlfriend's face, and believing herself to be Bing Lan.

No matter how he thought about it, this whole affair reeked of strangeness.

Ye Chen rubbed his brow.

"Let's put that aside for now."

"Put on some clothes first."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then looked down and realized she was completely naked.

She let out an "Oh," showing no hint of shyness, and instead, generously waved her hand.

The next moment.

A scarlet long dress appeared out of thin air on her body, covering her captivating figure.

After doing this.

The woman took small steps, sidled up to Ye Chen, and linked her arm with his.

"You won't abandon me, will you?"

Ye Chen's arm was held by her, and he stiffened for a moment.

The touch was too real.

Her body temperature, the strength of her fingers gripping him, felt exactly the same as when he was with Bing Lan.

He could even smell the faint, refreshing scent emanating from her, the same scent of the perfume Bing Lan used...

It was indistinguishable.

But Ye Chen knew very well in his heart.

This was not Bing Lan.

Bing Lan was in Xiamen City, likely curled up on the sofa in the Shuyue Group president's office reading documents right now.

Whereas this woman beside him had crawled out of a mummy sealed under the Blood River for hundreds of years.

It was too absurd!

Ye Chen sighed.

He reached out to push the woman's head off his shoulder, helplessly continuing to speak.

"I won't believe anything you say right now, because the fact that you came out of that thing proves you are definitely not an ordinary person."

The woman wasn't angry, just turned her head and looked up at Ye Chen: "Then what would it take for you to believe me?"

Ye Chen thought for a moment, then looked down at her: "I will ask you three questions; if you answer them correctly, I will believe you half-way."

"Half-way?" The woman tilted her head, "Why only half?"

"Because if you truly know the answers, it proves you indeed possess Bing Lan's memories."

Ye Chen spread his hands.

"But memories can be forged, and personalities can be copied, so I can only believe you halfway."

The woman nodded thoughtfully: "Then go ahead and ask."

Ye Chen asked the first question.

"What color clothes was Bing Lan wearing the first time I met her?"

The woman answered without hesitation: "A moon-white swimsuit."

"Be more specific."

"A willow-leaf patterned swimsuit; you even saved my life and helped me verify the authenticity of the fox immortal statue."

Ye Chen's eyebrows twitched.

These details...

They were perfectly accurate.

She even mentioned the subsequent events.

Isn't this too bizarre?

What exactly is this woman's origin and identity?

Why does she know so much about the things between him and Bing Lan?

Could it be...

That my memory was read by someone???

He suppressed the turbulence in his heart and continued to ask the second question.

"Was the first time I brought Bing Lan to meet my parents before or after we got together?"

The woman smiled sweetly, and without even thinking, she answered directly.

"Of course it was before; didn't I go to meet your parents by pretending to be your girlfriend?"

"And..."

"You even proposed 'that' to me at the time to save me from a fatal situation, and I agreed."

The corner of Ye Chen's mouth twitched slightly.

This secret... only he and Bing Lan knew.

After all.

They had discussed this matter while on the kang.

This woman actually knew it too.

At this moment, Ye Chen had a suspicion.

This woman definitely read his memories.

Or to put it another way...

She was most likely imitating Bing Lan, and doing so based on the answers known from his own memories.

Therefore.

As long as he asked a question for which even he didn't know the answer, perhaps the truth would be revealed.

Thinking of this.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and asked the third question.

"Has Bing Lan ever had feelings for any other man?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The woman's expression froze, and she looked like a completely different person compared to how she had answered the previous two questions instantly.

And this question, Ye Chen had never asked Bing Lan.

Therefore.

Ye Chen did not know the answer.

Seeing the woman's reaction, Ye Chen asked indifferently: "What's wrong? Don't you know what you are thinking in your own heart?"

As Ye Chen's voice fell, the woman fell silent.

On that face identical to Bing Lan's, complex emotions emerged.

Grievance?

Bewilderment?

Confusion?

And a trace of indescribable, inexplicable urgency.

A few seconds later, she sniffled hard, raised her head with a pouting mouth, her eyes already brimming with moisture.

"I... I really am Bing Lan."

Watching her appearance, Ye Chen did not soften his heart.

He was not a fool.

From the first question to the second question, she answered too quickly, so fast it was like reciting standard answers.

Every detail was precisely accurate to the point of being hair-raising, accurate to the point of being abnormal.

But with the third question, she got stuck.

This wasn't because the question was difficult, but because she had never been "inputted" with that information.

Ye Chen had never mentioned this question to anyone, including Bing Lan herself.

So he didn't know the answer, and naturally, this woman didn't either.

Ye Chen sighed: "As expected."

"As expected of what?" the woman asked, bewildered.

Ye Chen shook his head: "You are not Bing Lan."

The woman's expression stiffened.

"The details you just mentioned were all correct, the order was correct, and even the tone was correct."

Ye Chen continued, "But that is exactly the problem; you answered too completely, so completely that it was like reading from a reference answer key."

The woman remained silent.

Ye Chen continued.

"I am actually more curious about..."

"Where did you learn these 'answers' from?"

The woman's eyes began to flicker.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes.

"And for the third question, I never asked her, and I don't know the answer myself, so naturally, you wouldn't know it either."

"So I guess... you are not Bing Lan at all; you just pieced together a person using the Bing Lan from my memories."

The woman's expression was blank, staring blankly at Ye Chen: "Then... who am I?"

Ye Chen's expression shifted.

To be honest.

He didn't know either...

However.

There was something that might know, and that was...

[Houtu Inheritance]!

The next second.

A torrent of information from the [Houtu Inheritance] suddenly unfolded in his sea of consciousness, like an ancient scroll.

He flipped over mountains and rivers, swept across seas, and searched through the fragments of words accumulated over time for records regarding "human mummies."

But strangely...

Within the [Houtu Inheritance], there was actually no record of this kind of "mummy."

As if this thing had never existed in the records of the earth.

But just as he was about to withdraw from his sea of consciousness, a piece of obscure text in the corner caught his attention.

It was something outside of the [Houtu Inheritance], like a fragment of some forgotten miscellaneous notes.

The text was very ancient, but Ye Chen could understand it.

After a while.

He opened his eyes, his face full of surprise: "Doll Spirit?"