It was another night. Wu Feng looked at everyone and smiled. "I think I understand now. You people don't exist at all. Your deaths and survival exist only because of me. If I want you to exist, you exist. If I don't want you to live, you die."
"So, from a certain perspective, it wasn't Widow Wang who killed you. It was me."
After Wu Feng spoke, those people rose one after another. They stared at Wu Feng without saying a word, and their gazes gradually became terrifying. Vortexes appeared in the void one after another, swallowing all of them completely.
A man slowly walked out of the vortex.
The strange aura surrounding him was incredibly dense—so dense that even Wu Feng had to be wary.
"Fellow Daoist, how exactly did you know?"
The man's face was much like an ordinary person's. He was neither handsome nor ugly, just completely average. He was not tall, either, yet the strange aura radiating from him shook the heavens and earth.
Wu Feng looked at him and smiled faintly. "At first, I thought these strange beings really existed. I thought they had become villagers and were playing house with me here."
"But starting from the second day, I began constantly hypnotizing myself. Since someone was destined to die, I thought, why not let him die a little earlier? Say, half an hour earlier."
Wu Feng looked at the man and said calmly, "And the result? It actually happened. Every time, the death came half an hour earlier, until now, when night falls, someone is practically bound to die. Isn't that almost exactly in line with my thoughts?"
"That means everyone in this world is an illusion, existing only because of me. And Widow Wang is the core. Of course, you could also say