Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The rushing mud stopped and became less visible to the naked eye.

Fang Yutang roared from the mud: "I don't understand what you are talking about! The things I told Deng Honghua were all said by Heaven! I am the messenger of Heaven, and I will say whatever it tells me! "

"No, you inferred from what I said that Ross Lee is still alive." Chu Yao continued, "You just wanted to try to deceive Deng Honghua. It would be best if you succeeded. If you fail, you won't lose." , after all, you can still find the next 'customer'."

"That's not the case! It was me who heard the gibbering! It was..."

Chu Yao interrupted him mercilessly: "The person you found at the beginning was Wang Xiaoguang. Although he used a pseudonym, he must have filled in information when he changed his nationality. These things are not difficult for you to check. "

"And you know that Wang Xiaoguang was once in prison, and it was Deng Honghua who got him out, so Deng Honghua is most likely the mastermind behind him."

"Of course, Deng Honghua's information is not difficult to find. After all, he was also a celebrity in the imperial capital before. He had a daughter, and her daughter committed suicide at the age of sixteen. These things are not secrets."

"As for the language, it's even simpler. After all, Wang Xiaoguang and the translator are just talking to you verbally, so it's not difficult to get started."

"By the way, because the corners of Deng Honghua's eyes would twitch involuntarily, and he bought a lot of painkillers, you think he has a neurological headache, right?"

Pei Nian watched in stunned silence as the mud under his feet slowly dried up, formed into lumps of soil, and then shattered.

Is Fang Yutang's weakness actually exposed?

After he thought about it, it wasn't surprising, after all, Fang Yutang's power came from his desire.

The more he believes he knows everything, the stronger his power becomes, and vice versa.

"No, no, no, what you said are all your guesses, your conjectures! This is not true!" Fang Yutang couldn't think about why Chu Yao knew so much, but his confidence was shattered by Chu Yao's few words. Broken.

"Okay, everything is my guess. But how do you prove that you really know everything?" Chu Yao spread his hands, "Why don't you let Long... oh no, Heaven will tell you How about something about me?”

"You..." The face made of mud raised his eyebrows, then lowered the ends of his eyebrows.

If he had eyeballs, they would probably pop out.

"I know...I must know..." he said eagerly, "Hurry up, tell me quickly, anything is fine..."

But this time, the whispering in his ears did not ring.

"Can't hear it, why...why on earth? Why can't I hear it?!!!"

He roared in collapse, and soon his expression softened again, and he said, "I know, it's..."

Chu Yao asked with a smile: "You shouldn't say that because I know mystical arts, Heaven cannot leak my information."

She pointed at Pei Nian beside her, "What about him? He is just an ordinary person. I guarantee that he doesn't know any mystical arts."

Fang Yutang pursed his lips tightly. He stopped talking, but his brain was working rapidly.

Even if he couldn't hear those mysterious murmurs, he still had the memory of being a private detective.

It is not a problem for him to dig out some secrets from a person.

He looked at Pei Nian from head to toe. Although his clothes were ordinary brands worth two or three hundred dollars, his watch was unusual. At first glance, he looked like a rich second generation who wanted to keep a low profile.

And from the things in his backpack, we can see that he may often go to the wild to survive, and he likes to challenge himself.

If his parents were stricter, they would definitely forbid him from having such a dangerous hobby.

His backpack was fully equipped and even contained some items that seemed completely unnecessary.

For example, toilet water has almost no mosquito repellent effect in the wild, and a survival veteran will know this.

There is only one possibility. This was forced upon him by his parents, because parents are always worried about their children.

They may not know what kind of mosquito repellent to use in the wild, but they will put the best thing they have ever seen in their child's backpack.

As for his age, he looked like he was in his early twenties, not like a college student, nor did he have the smoothness that has been tempered after entering society.

He once said that he found his car through the positioning system. It is impossible for a newly graduated college student and a carefree rich second generation to know about specialized positioning software.

Therefore, it is very likely that his major is software engineering.

Fang Yutang spoke confidently: "You just graduated from college this year. Your parents dote on you, so they let you study for a computer science degree. You recently had a quarrel with them, so you came to the Imperial Capital."

"Mr. Fang, I really want to praise your analytical skills." Pei Nian shook his head. "Unfortunately, your analysis is completely wrong. I am not studying for a computer science degree, and I am not a recent college graduate. I have not had any quarrels with any relatives recently. We've had a fight, let alone my parents who are both dead, are they coming to quarrel with me through dreams?"

"Impossible!" Fang Yutang couldn't believe it, "You must be lying to me! You're just trying to refute me!"

Although he was still very tough on his words, the mud under him was getting less and less, and it could only gather into a small pile of mud at his feet.

"Mr. Fang, there is one more thing you may not know." Chu Yao smiled slightly, "The outside world is no longer 2020, but three years later, 2023. You just kept saying three months ago, because Do you think it’s still 2020?”

How could this be?

He has been there for more than three years?

Fang Yutang's body trembled violently. He wanted to say something, but he muttered for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it..." He opened his sleeve, "I recorded the time! Every day, I will make a mark on my arm. You see, one straight character, two, three... …”

By the fifteenth count, he had collapsed, but there was still a long line behind him.

Every day, when he saw the hour hand of the mechanical watch passing 12 o'clock for the second time, he would use a sharp piece of stone to carve a horizontal line on his arm.

In order to remember the time, and to estimate how long I can live.

He survived, but do humans really live to their third year without eating or drinking?

He dared not think.

"Am I...am I no longer a human being? I am really not a human being anymore..." He looked at the mud under him, despair about to swallow him up.

It turns out that it was not because he had evolved into a more advanced species that he became what he is now, nor was it because he had acquired the ability of a prophet and therefore suffered the corresponding price.

Instead, he first turned into the "monster" he had seen in Wenhua Village, so he had to deceive himself.

The last handful of mud turned into fine sand. Without the support of the mud, Fang Yutang's knees weakened and he fell to his knees.

His body was shrinking rapidly, as if he was wearing a tight suit, and his skin was so tight that he could hardly breathe.

The omniscient person knows the truth when he is about to die.