"Boss, what's going on?"
The old Daoist was somewhat confused. He had clearly seen that he had been shot.
Oh no, it was a stroke.
However, he looked like he was perfectly fine. Other than the bruises on his face, he had fallen on his own.
Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the pen that had fallen to the ground. However, it turned into ashes the moment it was touched.
"It was painted on," Zhou Ze said. "If he was really that powerful, he wouldn't have been unwilling to fight me head-on. In fact, he could have easily beaten me."
"You drew it?"
"Yes, it was painted on. This is like a higher level of hypnosis that has blinded your vision, hearing, smell, and other senses, and it is changing according to his design.
Zhou Ze looked at his arm. Previously, there were obvious wounds on his arm, but now, he could not see them at all. However, the realistic image was enough to make people subconsciously believe that everything was real.
