Hearing this, Li Huowang's pupils contracted slightly. "This ability... is it my dislocation ability? Do I have this power even in my hallucinations?"
At this point, Wang Zhilong finally broke down, sobbing with aggrievement. "I didn't earn a single penny! Do you know how many tens of thousands I invested in this deal? How many connections I used to keep the city management from taking you away? We got all this money by maxing out dozens of credit cards!"
"Ancestor, I'm begging you! Please, just conjure some gold for me. We're about to be driven to jump off a building by the debt collection messages!"
Li Huowang released his grip and looked around in a panic. What is going on? Why has this world started to feel so real?
He looked down at the bleeding wound on his body, then lifted the dagger with his right hand and plunged it into his left. "This pain... why does it feel so real?"
