Farce

After coming up empty in that pitch-black corner, Li Luo frowned, tried a few more times, then finally gave up and headed elsewhere in the temple.

This time, Han Qi was somewhat shocked as well.

"We're clearly darkness now. How did she sense us?"

Mo Ling also could not understand why Li Luo could perceive them after they had become darkness.

Fortunately, Li Luo had not truly discovered them. After searching the temple for a while and finding it completely empty, she turned and left.

Seeing this, both Mo Ling and Han Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

But Han Qi soon realized something was wrong.

"The memories haven't changed..."

"I still remember what happened before. That means the timeline hasn't changed. This is still part of the stage. Even your act of destroying the stage is part of the play."

"Even if you tear the stage apart completely, the audience will only treat it as entertainment."

Hearing Han Qi's words, Mo Ling suddenly did not know what to do.

He had originally thought that once the stage was destroyed, everything would end. But in truth, it had merely turned into a "farce." Those omnipresent gazes were still fixed on him, watching his ridiculous behavior.

"Even destroying the stage can't stop those gazes?"

Mo Ling once again felt deep despair. In this darkness, he had completely lost track of what he should do.

All resistance was futile. All struggle was useless. Standing on that empty stage, everything he did seemed to become the next act of the farce.

At this moment, Mo Ling even began to feel that perhaps it would be better not to think about anything and simply be a dazed ant. Being a "Dai Zi" was far happier than being a clever person who saw through everything.