No, He Should Have Failed

Time continued to pass.

The Tiger Man could no longer remember how many times he had been hung up, how many times flesh-and-blood grafting had been performed upon him, or which room on the first floor of Lorenz Psychiatric Hospital this was.

Short as three to five years or long as a dozen-plus years, he would inevitably be hung up by Cult Leader Feng, and then undergo flesh-and-blood grafting with him, experiencing unimaginable pain.

Generally speaking, if he did something that had a relatively large impact, he would be discovered sooner by Cult Leader Feng.

If he simply lay flat and did nothing at all, he would be discovered a bit later by Cult Leader Feng.

As for the interference with the world lines by the prophet Ouyang Ming, the Tiger Man felt that it basically made no great difference, at most just affecting that small patch of place in the Bolun'er Peninsula.

Perhaps after several decades, a more far-reaching impact could be seen, but it was a great pity that he simply could not live to see several decades later.

Alliance of the Black Eye, Black Star, Dust Mountain Abyss level, Midnight Never Drunk.

During this recent entry into the world line, he always liked to come to this tavern on Dust Mountain to have a few drinks.

And in this world line, he seemed to have inadvertently triggered a secret concerning himself.

With a cup of Screaming Shark swallowed down his belly, the Tiger Man let out a drunken hiccup.

Across the table, the Zebra Man Ban Meng looked at him with a fawning expression, uttering some words of flattery.

Ban Meng was precisely Cult Leader Feng's second mount.

During this recent period within this world line, the Tiger Man and Ban Meng had drunk together several