Facing death directly can be incredibly impactful and can influence a person's thinking.
Just like now, Han Feiyu witnessed the destruction of a village. These people had done nothing wrong, but it was only because their village was on the only route the Demonic Sect could take when they fled.
Then, the evil cult absorbed some of the villagers as materials for repairing the chain, while the so-called righteous path used the aftershocks of their attack to finish off the remaining villagers.
After a series of operations, not a single person survived.
"What I want is a world that is as fair and just as possible."
Since I can't ensure that good people are rewarded and evil people are punished, then let everyone be punished, and let the evil people be punished even more severely.
At this moment, Han Feiyu felt that he had figured it out. His conclusion was perfectly reasonable and well-founded.
As long as he influences the path of storytellers, future storytellers may become hunters who hunt and deceive the strong to gain power.
The storyteller path he completed can also be transformed from a T0 prison path into a true T0!
The moment he made up his mind, Old Man Han next to him suddenly shuddered.
"Hiss... What's going on? I have a strange feeling, but it's not a bad omen. It's weird, really weird."
This feeling was something he had never experienced before, leaving him somewhat bewildered.
Looking back at Han Feiyu, the kid took the opportunity to stuff his dry rations into his mouth while drinking water.
His gaze made the boy turn his head to look at him.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
He maintained a normal expression, and there was nothing wrong with his eyes; he was still that pure and kind-hearted boy.
"It's nothing, you can keep eating. Maybe it's just my imagination."
Old Han found nothing.
Because of this journey, you have a clearer plan for the path you want to take in the future.
If you want to change the path of storytelling, then first, you must become a master in this field.
Not long after returning to the city, you began your own activities, learning storytelling from Old Han or practicing at restaurants and teahouses.
During breaks, he would act as a storyteller, a know-it-all, spreading the stories of Zhang San.
[By the way, you've also fabricated three entirely new stories during this time. Not only in this city, but also in several surrounding cities, there have been some troubles caused by these fictional characters.]
Many storytellers, or young heroes eager to make a name for themselves, come to this place, hoping to uncover the truth behind these stories.
[Acting skills, the ability to seize power, and the power of fiction—these are the forces that allow you to manipulate them without exception, turning them into sources of fictional beliefs, or even into manuscripts you collect.]
Because of your actions, Old Han cursed at Bai Xiaosheng several times in front of you, feeling that this fellow practitioner was too unethical.
At times like this, all you can do is smile and say nothing.
You enjoyed these days until recently, when you had to stop because Old Han was nearing the end.
"Grandpa, it's time to take your medicine."
Han Feiyu brought a bowl of freshly brewed medicine to Old Man Han, who had fallen ill again this winter.
It's not actually a disease; it's just that I didn't take care of my health when I was young, went to too many dangerous places, and suffered too many hidden injuries.
These things are difficult to cure, and as people get older, their bodies naturally can't take it anymore.
Looking at the medicine in front of him, Old Han gestured for him to put down the bowl, as he had something to say.
"You're the all-knowing scholar, aren't you? Don't rush to refute me, I've already figured it out."
What parent in this world wouldn't recognize their own child?
At this point, Old Han coughed twice more and continued the previous topic.
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