He is actually a god who would mock, ridicule, and even abuse other gods!

You should know that Zhang Jizu has only met three gods so far, and [War] has never shown up. But whether it is his benefactor [Death] or the [Truth] that is quite interested in him, their words and deeds are like those of the high [Gods].

But the person in front of me...

Why does it smell like Zhen Yi and Cheng Shi?

No, no, no, that's wrong, you can't say that.

It should be said that Zhen Yi and Cheng Shi are worthy of being his believers, as they imitated their benefactor so...similarly.

But Zhang Jiuzu had no way of responding to this, so he could only force a standard smile and remain silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the eyes turned slightly and teased:

"Why, could it be that Old Bones is your second belief, and the first thing you chose at the starting point of your destiny was...

【silence】?"

"......"

It had nothing to do with [silence], but your words sent me into [silence].

Zhang Jizu was choked and embarrassed. In order not to leave a bad impression on his first audience, he could only bite the bullet and continue:

"Please forgive me for offending you, my God. I feel that my will is not... quite in line with yours, so I have always been very confused. Why did you choose me?"

"Oh? If you don't agree with my will, why do you pray to my token?

You know this is a grave sin of blasphemy!"

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed like squinting eyes, and then the cheerful atmosphere in the void instantly collapsed, and an endless biting cold wind emerged out of thin air.

The strong wind howled and blew, as if it could tear the blasphemer in the void into pieces in the next second.

Zhang Jizu felt that the flesh and blood of his limbs were losing sensation, and even his vitality was rapidly dissipating. However, he was not frightened, but suddenly he was not so nervous. He looked up at the pair of eyes above his head as if he had understood something, and said seriously:

"There is no truth in the land of great [Deception], so you are not angry. Everything I see must be an illusion."

"......"

Now it was the turn of those eyes to be silent.

The slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened, the stars stopped flickering, and the spirals stopped spinning. He sighed as if he had lost interest and said:

“There’s a little understanding, but not much, and a little interest, but not much.

This is why I hate pens, they are so boring, as boring as a real piece of wood.

You are a believer in old bones, so don't try to be as serious as the pen holder.

But you are a little wrong, hehe~

Just because I am not angry doesn’t mean that the imaginary storm is an illusion.”

As soon as these words fell, Zhang Jizu's heart skipped a beat. He didn't have time to think about who the so-called pen-holder was. He only felt cold sweat instantly oozing out of his forehead and back.

Because he found that he really didn't have much life left, and no matter how hard he moved his hands and feet, his frozen hands and feet could no longer move.

It’s bad. There is reality in the illusion and illusion in the reality. His thoughts and attitudes are truly more difficult to guess than those of any other existence!

Seeing Zhang Jizu's nervous expression, his eyes became amused again, and he laughed loudly:

"Yes, I'm already looking forward to your deception."

As he spoke, his eyes blinked slightly, and the stars connected into a line, and a laughing mask appeared out of thin air and slowly fell in front of Zhang Jizu.

"Okay, let's stop here.

I have to hurry to Old Bones to laugh at Him, otherwise today will be too boring.

Gone. "

"......"

Zhang Jizu was speechless as he watched [Fraud] disappear before his eyes. If it weren't for the mighty power of [Nothingness], he would have been unable to resist. He even thought he had met Zhen Yi.

Thinking of Zhen Yi, his eyes narrowed again.

So this is how she was "born"! ?

Zhen Xin's scary and annoying secondary personality was actually imitating...Him?

What about Cheng Shi, is he doing this kind of thing too?

His mind was full of mixed thoughts and his consciousness was falling. When Zhang Jizu opened his eyes again, he was back to the cemetery in reality, and the skull in his hand...

His hands were frozen by the violent wind of [Nothingness], and the skull in his hand was replaced by a laughing mask, which fell to the ground.

He healed himself helplessly until dusk finally when he had the strength to pick up the mask at his feet. Looking at this second item of faith that belonged to him, Zhang Jizu squinted his eyes with a complicated expression and murmured:

“[Fraud]…

What Cheng Shi said was indeed right. It seemed that His existence was just for fun, and He looked forward to seeing new fun in Him.

Don’t distinguish between true and false, and don’t discuss the real and the unreal.

It seems like you don't care at all, but is this road really easy to walk on?

Well, now that I have taken this step, I will not regret it and look back.

By the way, if [Fraud] and [Death] can be combined, then the boundary between real death and fake death will be...

Isn’t it not so clear?”

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