Zhang Jizu did not feel embarrassed, so the others certainly felt no embarrassment either.
Or rather, when everyone saw that this Jester Gathering Place was filled with the tombstones of the gods, they had more or less already guessed at some of the thoughts of this chosen one of death.
To followers of death, offering up one's life to Him was piety. Since all of Zhang Jizu's Nightmare Shades possessed this piety, it had to be said that he was worthy of The Great One's attention.
But when Cheng Shi thought of how Squinty Old Zhang, so devout, had answered his question about why they lived with nothing more than "to live," he understood a principle that reached straight to the essence of the universe: extreme piety was blasphemy.
Sure enough, he was still too devout.
Perhaps because their frequent interactions had made them familiar with each other, just as Zhang Jizu was about to avert his gaze, Li Jingming suddenly pressed a hand against him and shook his head with a smile.
"You can't have everyone photograph themselves in the mirror and leave. Although these Nightmare Shades belong to you all, they also contain some of the mirror's own perceptions and memories. I was able to confirm the identity of the Foolish Playwright precisely because of this..."
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Bro, I don't even know who the Foolish Playwright is. The mirror confirmed it for me?
Looks like this mirror can lie too. Tsk, why does it reek of Deception?
But Cheng Shi definitely would not expose his own lie, so he continued listening.
"...These memories are all intelligence.
"I have no objection to the protection of death granting you the Jester's Gathering an exemption from intelligence exchanges, but... you've been exempted. Your Nightmare Shade should at least say something, shouldn't