Lin Feng couldn't understand it.
No matter how he thought about it, he had never imagined that he would end up beaten to death by Mazu and a demon-slaying Lama.
Granted, there was honor even in defeat.
But...
This made no sense.
He thought of the person who had appeared before him, looking exactly like "him."
Then he thought of that thing behind Mazu.
He understood why the Young Shrine Attendant had warned him like that.
And why Lord Guan Emperor in the Temple of Lord Guan had been beheaded and stuffed with those organs.
Someone could deceive the eyes of God.
Once he learned a trick like that, he would naturally be able to fool the Uncanny beings of the Underworld too.
But the question was...
What was it?
Lin Feng felt deeply unsettled.
He suddenly thought of a philosophical question: what made you who you were? Your memories, your experiences, or your flesh?
The cells inside your body were dying and being born every moment.
Your memories were always changing.
Throughout the first half of your life, your worldview, values, and outlook were constantly being reshaped and torn down.
Then what exactly made you who you were?
When someone had the same body and the same inner self as you, which one was the real you?
At that thought, Lin Feng shuddered involuntarily.
He couldn't dwell on this.
It was far too terrifying.
If he really learned this trick, he could indeed deceive the Uncanny beings of the Underworld. The problem was that he first had to establish a few things: what was the enemy, how had they done it, and could something like this be replicated?
As usual, he would first ask whether anyone among the supernatural-fiction buffs, history hounds, and professionals knew what this thing was.