Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

No matter how Wu Yuzi and Wu Cang tried, the phantom in the banquet hall remained motionless. Wu Cang, within the phantom, said smugly:

"This tactic has always worked on book lovers. As long as you say nice things and get the crowd excited, they will start defending us regardless of anything else."

"Hey, if we just act all wronged then, we won't even have to step in ourselves; someone will naturally stand up for us!"

"The book lovers don't care whether they're genuinely speechless or just pretending; as long as they're speechless, that's enough. Ink Trace Bookstore is really in trouble this time..."

"Your false identity as a disciple of the Speechless Sect can now be confirmed."

The voice coming from the phantom continued to stir up the anger in everyone.

Wu Yuzi's face turned pale.

This isn't just Mohen Bookstore going to fail; it's Qingzhai Bookstore that's going to fail!

Madam Sun stepped forward, her face barely concealing her anger, and asked:

"Does Qingzhai Bookstore not intend to provide an explanation?"

The sudden turn of events flustered Wu Cang, who quickly protested, "It's fake... these are all fake!"

"It must be Mohen Bookstore! Yes, it must be a sorcerer hired by Mohen Bookstore who performed this magic trick!"

He was about to say something more, but Madam Sun wouldn't listen. She scoffed and raised her voice to question him:

"You asked us to come with you to the backyard of Qingzhai Bookstore, but you suggested it yourself. What do you mean—"

"Not only did Ink Trace Bookstore anticipate that you would come up with a fake 'speechless' story, but they also predicted that you would bring everyone here today, and even managed to time it perfectly so that we would bump into you?!"

To say that so many "coincidences" were intentional on the part of Ink Trace Bookstore is simply ridiculous.

The sentiment is indignant.

"Fake silence? A fake identity as a direct disciple? Using us as pawns?"

"They make money off us and then call us stupid?!"

"Money back!"

"Everything was done by Mohen Bookstore. I think you're getting your just deserts because of your many evil deeds!"

"..."

Wu Cang and others were speechless in their pre-argument.

I just felt like I was having the worst luck ever!

Before this, Qingzhai Bookstore already had the upper hand. If only... if only we hadn't gone to all this trouble!

Why create another fake silence? Why bring everyone here today? How can the illusion of the past appear here?

Each and every one of these events seemed like a single misstep, or perhaps it was fate's will to destroy him!

Amidst the shoving and pushing of the crowd.

Shang Qi followed as well.

His gaze fell on a wooden sign in the corner of the ground, the words "Seeing is believing" reflected in his eyes.

The phantom was still saying something, but Shang Qi had no time to listen.

Seeing is believing... seeing is believing...

Staring at the wooden sign in the corner, Shang Qi felt his blood rush to his head and stood frozen on the ground. In that instant, he seemed to sense some kind of "divine will".

Everything seemed to deepen his understanding of the phrase "seeing is believing," and from then on, it would probably become his life motto, because the impression was too profound.

He walked over quietly and picked up the wooden sign amidst the chaos.

It seems that even if Gu Lang and Luo Budao, who escaped from this place, were to return, they would find it difficult to find this wooden plaque.

This wooden sign is like a ghost lurking in the shadows.

Without making a sound, it used causality and various coincidences to influence the progress of the whole matter, and then returned to Shang Qi's hands, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Perhaps one day, it will be completely lost, as if it had never existed.

Changxiao Town.

In the small courtyard.

Zhu Wuyao sat quietly in the courtyard.

"Those rumors about divination practitioners... cause people to die without even knowing how they died, inexplicably leading them to misfortune and pushing them down a certain path."

Wooden sign...

“I got a wooden plaque from Shen Xun’s grandfather. The whole story begins with it…”

"Has it been tampered with by a fortune teller?"

The voice of the spirit pen entered my consciousness:

"I don't know!"

"At that time, my power was too limited. The only thing I could do was to guide you through countless dangers on the road, leading you north to the vicinity of the Star-Picking Tower."

So, it's a mystery.

"So, it's a mystery..."

She couldn't determine whether she had been subjected to similar divination techniques in her past choices.

Because it is too ordinary.

Just like how she could use a wooden plaque to stage such a good show in Beixuan City from thousands of miles away.

Whether it was Shang Qi, Wu Cang, Wu Yuzi, Gu Lang, Luo Budao... everyone believed that it was their own choice and the path they had taken, but they could not detect that she had tampered with it.

Moreover, no matter how it is tested, there will be no abnormalities in that wooden plaque.

Because the power it carries is not spiritual power, but rather the "law of causality".

She firmly believed that Master Fang of the Star-Picking Tower was capable of doing something similar to her, a newcomer to the place.

Because Master Fang is a "true divination practitioner".

But this is just speculation.

It can never be proven.

Perhaps not?

Zhu Wuyao smiled and didn't dwell on the matter. Just as she was about to get up and go back inside, she suddenly noticed that the little girl from next door had come again.

This time, Azhu didn't linger outside the door, but instead reached out and knocked.

"Dong dong dong!"

The sound of knocking on the door lingered in my ears.

Zhu Wuyao hesitated. This little girl named Mingzhu was always curious about her new neighbor, but the idea of ​​"forming a bond" made her somewhat reluctant to talk about it.

She sat in the courtyard, silently reciting "Endless Forms".

Countless futures concerning Mingzhu unfold before my eyes.

When she came to her senses again, Zhu Wuyao softly uttered that person's name, her attitude ambiguous and difficult to understand:

"Shen Anzhi..."

"Hmm? Is he coming to visit you?"

Hearing Lingbi's slightly questioning voice, Zhu Wuyao did not answer. She only thought for a moment before realizing that there was no way to avoid this matter. She got up and opened the courtyard gate.

Mingzhu knew that her neighbor was blind, so she introduced herself first:

"Sister, I am your neighbor. You can call me Azhu. Today is the Prayer for Peace Festival, and Mother made dumplings."

After saying that, she took Zhu Wuyao's hand without giving her a chance to refuse, placed the noodles in Zhu Wuyao's hand, and before she could refuse, Mingzhu turned and ran away.

Azhu's family was poor.

There were no extra bowls.

Therefore, the cooled dumplings still had pinch marks on them. Even without mentioning the pinch marks, the ingredients were extremely rough, making them neither a delicacy nor a clean dish.

But Zhu Wuyao just saw it with "Endless Image" that each person in Azhu's family only received one dumpling.

After this was given to her, Azhu could only watch her brother and sister eat.

It's hard for Zhu Wuyao to tell whether this is genuine goodwill or a deliberate attempt to ingratiate himself.

She not only saw Ah Zhu swallowing her saliva and starving with her "Endless Image," but she also saw a more distant future, when Ah Zhu would visit her in the future, and Shen Anzhi would be in the courtyard.

But the endless form I saw this time is very worthy of my contemplation.

As long as Changxiao Town is safe and sound, Zhu Wuyao will always be in the courtyard.

Shen Anzhi will surely find her.

If she wanted to escape Shen Anzhi and leave this place, then Azhu would walk through the devastated town of Changxiao and hear the news of Li Chengguan's death.