This old face slowly opened its eyes, and a turbid light flickered at the bottom of its eyes. The face showed deep fatigue, constantly mumbling something.
"Fake... It's all fake..."
"What do you really want to do... Why did you set up such a grand scheme..."
This old face suddenly became agitated, trembling and shouting:
"Why don't you kill me... what do you want me to do... Fake! You are also fake! You are also fake!"
Bang!
The gray cloud suddenly shattered, leaving Li Ping'an sitting there dumbfounded.
The Eight Trigrams Plate vibrated continuously, its hexagrams gradually faded, leaving a pointer in the center.
The pointer slightly swung, pointing southwest, seemingly guiding Li Ping'an to a location.
Who dares to go there?
Li Ping'an's Adam's apple trembled up and down, as he took out a Liuying Pearl from his sleeve.
Luckily, he had developed the habit of keeping evidence beforehand; otherwise, who would believe such absurd occurrences?
Has Fuxi Shi gone mad?
