Chương 418: An innate inability in regards to sword techniques

"What?" Upon hearing Soft Feather's shout, Song Shuhang hurriedly lowered his head and looked at his chest… thereafter, he saw a transparent, shrunken version of himself trying to get out of his body.

He had the exact same face, and even the bald head and the clothes on his body were the same. Furthermore, the mini Song Shuhang's clothes similarly had been stained with blood.

It was Song Shuhang's shrunken version!

"Eh?" Song Shuhang was dumbfounded... F*ck, what is this?

He subconsciously reached out with his hand and touched the transparent 'mini Song Shuhang'.

Ugh!

As soon as he touched mini Song Shuhang's head, he felt an ice-cold sensation transmit to his hand. It felt like touching the head of a doll made of rubber.

Immediately after, Song Shuhang felt as though someone was touching his own head.

Sensory sharing?