Everyone, This World Is Fake, Right?!

Everyone, this world is fake, right?! Lin Hao stepped into the dormitory he had not returned to in a long time.

Lin Hao lay directly on the bed, ignoring the dust on it, and closed his eyes to think.

Over these past two months, he had experienced many things and gradually realized that something was different.

This was also an important reason why he believed the world was fake.

Not long after leaving the auction house, he had encountered a woman being hunted down. As they parted, she gave him a map fragment before vanishing without a trace.

After obtaining the map, Lin Hao had not taken it to heart at first and had continued exploring the world.

But along the way, people kept approaching him, their words all carrying a hint of guidance.

He had encountered no fewer than ten mysterious old men alone.

Not one of them had any spiritual energy fluctuations.

Not one of them could be seen through.

Of course, that was not the most important part. The most important thing was that he had found a pen at a street corner.

A ballpoint pen, at that.

Come on, tell him—ballpoint pens existed in the cultivation world, right?

But just as he picked up that pen, some muttering weirdo came from who knew where, spouting all kinds of strange nonsense.

Before long, he fainted on the spot. When he woke up, the pen he had picked up was gone too.

The people around him even said he had been lying on the ground the entire time, muttering something under his breath.

They asked whether he had just had a nightmare.

Could there really be such a coincidence?

When Lin Hao thought carefully about it, ever since he had transmigrated here, it seemed he had not killed