Edgar Allan Poe once said, don't believe anything you hear, and only believe half of what you see.
Zheng Qing was once skeptical about this saying until a regular fu bullet in his magazine hit a certain Great Wizard, reducing him to oblivion with one shot. At that moment, he suddenly thought of this saying and understood what it meant to 'only believe half of what you see,' just like the dead Black Wizard, the only credible thing was that he was dead.
The poet still had some subtlety.
At this moment, the young Wizard felt that sometimes, even believing half of what one personally witnessed seemed a bit too much.
"It really wasn't me."
