"Recognition received, Passive Value, +62."
This notification suddenly popped up in the information panel, giving Xu Xiaoshou quite a fright.
Playing Aberrant had been a spur-of-the-moment idea, purely born of habit—an instinctive attempt to draw aggro.
Yet Xu Xiaoshou had never imagined that, after venting his emotions at Rao Yaoyao, he would earn the trust of more than sixty fools.
Did these people have no brains?
Aberrant was already dead! The Holy Spirit Hall surely had other means of verifying his death. How could so many people believe him after just a few words?
Xu Xiaoshou thought of the deliberately revealed little details in his words just now.
Aberrant's candied hawthorn skewers, Little Xiao Xiao's nickname, the identity switch completed in the blink of an eye, and his successful explanation for his own infiltration mission...
All of these had been read from Aberrant's soul memories.
As for how he had so quickly devised the brilliant angle of an "infiltration mission," Xu Xiaoshou had rapidly pieced it together at the critical moment based on Aberrant's habits as an intelligence operative.
That explanation had practically overturned Rao Yaoyao and the others' judgment.
The reason Xu Xiaoshou was so certain was that he himself had nearly believed his own performance just now.
But the truth was...
No matter how successful one thought a performance was, it still had to be built on the audience's cooperation.
The situation now was that the two sides had originally been locked in a tense standoff. The moment he changed identities, Rao Yaoyao had already been somewhat persuaded by his explanation...
Why? Had my art of talking people to death improved again? This absurd thought flashed through Xu Xiaoshou's mind only briefly before he discarded it. He thought of a more accurate answer—Swallowing Mountains and Rivers! "Swallowing Mountains