As a result, a fight broke out during the audience.
This would be an outrageous event anywhere. Other believers had waited a whole year for the opportunity to meet the gods, but these swindlers attacked them in front of the "gods" before the audience.
But for scammers, they don't see anything wrong with this, and they even think it's not abstract enough.
Because the more abstract aspects are above, the believers of the fifth and sixth platforms, who were involved in fraud, conspired together and started a gambling game on the spot.
The guy in seventh place wanted to join in and bet on the Master of Deception to win, but after jumping up and looking at the odds, he jumped back down.
Because the betting options didn't include who would win or lose, the two were betting on whether the fourth brother was wearing underwear under his mask, and if so, what color it was.
Solid colors are 1 to 5, patterned colors are 1 to 17, and not wearing the item is 1 to 1.
Normal people would be guaranteed to win if they chose 3, but there were abnormal people at the scene who bet on 1.
The fifth person who opened the betting pool was very curious and asked the other person why they dared to choose number 1. The sixth person chuckled and said mysteriously, "I saw him walk through it."
"......"
The scene fell silent instantly.
Even the two con artists who were locked in combat stopped, and all five pairs of eyes turned to the highest third platform, where they saw the naked, masked man standing solemnly at the edge of the mask, addressing the crowd below:
"I bet I didn't wear it."
Then he publicly removed the mask he was wearing.
He won.
The dealer closed the betting pool, ready to renege on the deal; Lao Liu extended his middle finger and cursed.
Only the quiet seventh brother sat on his own masquerade platform, expressionless, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
This is the audience of the [deceitful] believers, and also an abstract circus presented by swindlers to the Lord.
Cheng Shi, who witnessed everything from behind the transparent curtain, was dumbfounded and exclaimed how exciting it was.
He never considered that his understanding of nihilism was too orthodox; the people around him were the true microcosm of this era.
But then again, what's the deal with that Xiao Qi...?
His gaze fell on the bandaged man on the Ninth Platform who had stopped fighting. He frowned slightly. The bandages were indeed wrapped around the spot on Xiao Qi's face where he had been injured. So why was he still alive?
The skinning and bone-peeling knife is malfunctioning?
That shouldn't be the case. Or is someone impersonating Xiao Qi? If so, who could it be?
Cheng Shi didn't rush into action; he decided to observe further.
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