People could suffer convulsions when they were terrified enough.
Whether it was real or not, Long Jing shut his eyes, twitched twice, and collapsed motionless onto the ground.
If Cheng Shi were certain this trick would not work, he would have lain down too. But as the Indifference in those eyes began to gather, Cheng Shi's mind raced madly. Before the True God could punish them, he hurriedly pinned the blame on the God of Merriment.
He had no choice. Long Jing's stupidity had ruined the situation, which might otherwise have been explained away.
You were only a mortal, at most a high-ranking Follower of Deception. Yet you had actually dared say that you treated the Memory Vault like your backyard. Trash talk was one thing, but how could you say it in front of the owner himself? Ask the God of Merriment—would he dare do something like that?
He really would...
That was why Cheng Shi had chosen him to take the blame.
As for why he did not use his other Lord of Grace, Time, as an excuse... it was not that he did not want to. He could not.
The Clown had just undergone his first trial of trust. Cheng Shi could not abandon Zhen Xin right after the meeting had ended. Besides, she was not a follower of Time.
So the misfortune lay in the fact that if either Zhen Xin or Long Jing had been absent, Cheng Shi could have found a perfectly justifiable excuse and muddled through. But now, the only one he could think of was the God of Merriment.
"Great God of Memory, please hear me. This was all done by my Lord, Deception! It has nothing to do with us!
The three of us are Followers of Deception, gathered here to