第131章 "Illusion of Truth"

**Chapter 131: The Web of Lies**

White Xiaopu's eyes remained fixed on the stranger, his mind reeling from the revelations. "You're saying that the ancient text is fake?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

The stranger's smile grew wider, more sinister. "Not just fake, but a carefully crafted web of lies. The text was created by the ancient ones to manipulate and control those who sought the truth."

White Xiaopu's grip on the ancient text tightened, his mind racing with the implications. "But why would they do that?" he asked, his voice rising in indignation.

The stranger's eyes glinted with amusement. "Because they knew that the truth was too powerful for mortals to handle. They wanted to keep the secrets of the ancient ones buried, hidden from those who would misuse them."

As the stranger spoke, White Xiaopu felt a growing sense of unease. He thought back to his conversations with the mysterious woman, her words echoing in his mind. "The ancient ones were not gods, but rather mortals who had transcended their mortality."

He turned to the stranger, his eyes blazing with determination. "I don't believe you. The ancient ones were gods, and this text is their sacred legacy."

The stranger's smile faltered, and for a moment, White Xiaopu saw a glimmer of something else in his eyes, something that looked almost like... fear.

"You're not listening," the stranger said, his voice cold and detached. "The truth is not what you want it to be. But I suppose that's what makes the search for truth so... fascinating."

As the stranger spoke, the air in the room seemed to grow thick and heavy, like a storm cloud gathering on the horizon. White Xiaopu felt a shiver run down his spine, and he knew that he had to get out of this place, to escape the web of lies and deceit that surrounded him.

"Thank you for your time," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I think I've heard enough."

The stranger nodded, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm sure you have. But remember, the truth is not always what it seems. And sometimes, the greatest lies are the ones we tell ourselves."

As White Xiaopu turned to leave, the stranger's words echoed in his mind, a haunting refrain that seemed to whisper "deceit" in his ear. And as he walked away from the stranger's mansion, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that the threads of fate were weaving together to ensnare him once again.

He looked back, but saw nothing but the darkness of the night. And yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that the stranger was still out there, waiting for him to fall into his trap.

The end.