In the seventh year of the Null Energy Catastrophe, Lu Heng's warehouse was surrounded by three parties. The chaebol's mecha shattered the threshold, the sect's sword cultivator hovered in the air, and the mutual aid association's spies were among the onlookers. They all said that this former experimental question of the Xuanyuan Sect contained a causal vision that could rewrite history. Lu Heng leaned against the shelf, holding a can of expired lunch meat in his hand. No one knows that he has been hoarding more than just supplies in the past three years - every lie he repeats three times will be engraved into real history by the will of the world. For example, he told the homeless man three times that "there is a water purifier in the ruins of the East District", and now a sweet spring really gushes out there. At this moment, the young chaebol's communicator suddenly screamed: The team they sent to sneak attack the mutual aid association's stronghold all fell into a sinkhole that did not exist in the first place. Because Lu Heng muttered to three drunkards yesterday, "There is a nullification trap there." "Everyone," Lu Heng opened the can and the aroma filled the air, "Guess how many times I said to the surveillance camera, 'You will beg me on your knees'?" Tonight, the hoarder wants the three major forces to understand - in the end of the world where lies are truth, only those who master the rules deserve to live until tomorrow.
