Feng Jingshu, which is exactly the player who pointed his gun at the Shamate just now and hadn't died yet.
When, seeing that inside his bag, there were still two Sobering Agents, he knew he had fallen for the trick.
Whose Skill?
He wasn't clear.
He could only deduce.
Actually this deduction was very simple.
'The Shamate's previous deduction, was before he used his Skill, and after he finished using his Skill, we confird he lied.'
'But in fact he wasn't Judged to death, explaining he didn't lie.'
'At this ti, we have to turn around and question the evidence chain: We saw the number on the monitor was still [0], confirming he lied.'
'In fact he didn't lie, then the entire evidence doesn't exist. In other words, the true number on the monitor, exactly as he deduced, beca the number [1], but what we saw was still the number [0].'
'Conclusion: We all fell for the trick, fell for the Shamate's illusion-type Skill.'
Suddenly, he recalled, when the Shamate was deducing, the pile of nonsense he said:
【I will use a Skill later. If the number on the monitor becos [1], it explains my deduction just now was correct. [1] corresponding to in the Secret Room, there is [1] player using [1] Skill. If the number on the monitor doesn't beco [1], then just treat it as I didn't say anything just now.】
Feng Jingshu widened his eyes.
'Just in this segnt of deduction alone, the Shamate surprisingly repeatedly said [1] five tis.'
'Linguistic hypnosis on us?'
'Or reinforcing mory?'
'Wait!'
'If, connecting to the Shamate's previous deduction full of mistakes and omissions.'
'When he said the deduction full of mistakes and omissions, what was I thinking?'
'I felt he was definitely dead. His previous deductions, were all using an affirmative tone, but the problem is this place is not an Instance ah. Therefore I concluded he was a mob character who wouldn't live past two episodes, and when he stepped out at the very beginning...'
'He even asked: Does a Secret Room manufactured by a player, follow the Decryption Protocol.'
'Therefore, my impression of him, is a Newbie. A Newbie saying a deduction full of mistakes and omissions, I naturally wouldn't agree.'
'Then, his repeatedly saying [1] is reinforcing my rebellious psychology?'
'Adding on that, I am a Liar-Slayer, needing a person to provide a lie.'
'Thus when he used his Skill, I just saw the result I wanted: The Shamate lied, and afterwards was shot to death.'
'Conclusion: The Shamate's Skill, the effect should be: Whatever the victim thinks of, that scene will be generated.'
Feng Jingshu turned his head, looking towards the monitor on the door. He only saw the number on it was:
【2】!
'It really is like this, it truly is related to the quantity of used Skills!'
'The Shamate used a Skill, the Ghost Whisperer used a Skill.'
'The white-haired Old Man fundantally never used a Skill from beginning to end! He also fell for the illusion, thinking he himself had used a Skill!'
'Only two people used Skills, therefore the number is exactly [2].'
'There's a problem here. The remaining five people look like they didn't fall for the trick... Why can they be immune to the Shamate's Skill?'
'Don't tell , these five people are all freaking First Realm of Lingtai Three-Star or above players?'
He looked around the crowd. The Shamate seed to know what he was thinking: "Yo, it seems you have already deduced my Skill's effect. Are you right now... really wanting to inject yourself with a Sobering Agent?"
"Sorry, without Heart Cultivation, free will cannot kill the Id."
Feng Jingshu went silent.
Without Heart Cultivation...
Free will cannot kill the Id.
'I rember there was a Veteran Player, who said these words. He said, this is the first passage of the ntal Cultivation thod.'
'I don't want to get angry, but there are always people provoking to get angry, so I get angry. This is exactly free will cannot kill the Id (emotions).'
'Through Heart Cultivation, one can let free will kill the Id. This is also the reason why First Realm of Lingtai players are immune to Id Tier Skills.'
'He is a First Realm of Lingtai player?'
'He's not, I can feel it.'
'Players without Heart Cultivation, encountering a true First Realm of Lingtai Three-Star Player, that kind of feeling of oppression is enough to make a person suffocate.'
'He, is far from it.'
Feng Jingshu looked around left and right. The five people who didn't take the lead to draw guns previously, were all covering their ears.
Even the two people lying on the ground pretending to be dead, also didn't forget to cover their ears.
'This scene...'
'Is this reality?'
'Or virtuality?'
'It's an illusion!'
'Ghost Whisperer Skill: Dusk Drum and Dawn Bell.'
'Dusk Drum and Dawn Bell: In temples, striking the bell in the morning and beating the drum in the evening, making people alert and awaken.'
'That is to say, the Ghost Whisperer's Skill can temporarily suppress the Shamate's Skill, however this ti is extrely short.'
'And the Ghost Whisperer, precisely utilized this short ti, to kill the Elder.'
'If it's reality, it explains the Ghost Whisperer's suppression ti hasn't ended yet, he completely has no need to cover his ears.'
'Hehe, what am I thinking. Actually there's a better thod to prove it.'
He imagined in his mind, his forr opponents. The next mont, his forr opponents appeared in his line of sight one by one...
They looked at him with bitter resentnt.
They rushed over wanting to bite him to death.
Seeing this, Feng Jingshu hurriedly imagined the scene of these people dying. As expected... they fell to the ground and died one by one.
'Having stayed in Hell for a long ti, liking to deduce everything, forgetting the importance of practice.'
Right at this ti.
The Shamate also deduced, the Ghost Whisperer's Skill effect had already ended.
"Do you say there is a possibility, the Elder didn't die just now?"
Hearing this, Feng Jingshu imdiately saw the Elder stand up from the ground, walking towards him step by step, bearing an eerie smile on his face:
"Young man, do you see like a human, or like a god?"
Although he knew this was an illusion, his body still instantly stiffened, as if locked onto by sothing, making him have no choice but to answer.
'The Elder is dead!'
Closely following the Elder in front of his eyes fell to the ground.
"Do you say there is a possibility, I also fell for the illusion, I can attach the scenes I imagine into your scenes?"
Hearing this, the Elder stood up again.
"Are you sure, you can deny the scenes you see?"
"At this mont who is talking to you?"
"Is there a possibility, what you hear, what you see, are all scenes generated after you fell for the illusion?"
The Shamate was constantly upping the stakes.
This was just like, a Coin pressed under a hundred bags of cent. Wanting to get the Coin, one must move away the hundred bags of cent on top.
By the sa logic.
Wanting to deny the Elder's existence, one must deny the various questions the Shamate raised, otherwise the Elder couldn't disappear.
"Young man, do you see like a human, or like a god?"
Feng Jingshu knew he himself was done for. At this mont in his mind he couldn't help but recall while alive.
"Dad, play with !"
"Hubby, ti to eat!"
Two voices, just like the dawn light in the darkness, transmitted into his ears.
He raised his head, seeing the two people he yearned for day and night, their faces bearing the familiar smiles from his mory...
"Young man, do you see like a human, or like a god?"
"Dad, play with !"
"Hubby, ti to eat!"
Three voices constantly rang. He bitterly struggled within the illusion, biting his teeth tightly.
'I want to go ho!'
'I want to go ho!'
Feng Jingshu hugged his head rolling on the ground, his eyes actually deadly staring at that pair of mother and daughter. The attachnt in his eyes couldn't be fully spoken, as if looking for one second less, was an imnse loss.
But...
Free will couldn't kill his familial affection for his Daughter, his romantic love for his Wife. aning free will couldn't kill the Superego.
At the sa ti.
Free will also couldn't kill the Id.
"You... are... a god."
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