Upon hearing Xiaoman’s words, Li Huowang scoffed coldly. He knew what the Eighteenth Lunar was and had already guessed as to what had happened. The people here must’ve had their identities stolen, just like him, and the culprit behind all of it was none other than the Eighteenth Lunar.0

The village was made entirely by the Eighteenth Lunar itself. Everyone in the village had just been acting out the roles laid out for them for such a long time without any of them knowing it themselves.0

Since it had been controlling so many people at once, it was most likely using them for its own benefit. Rather than saying that it liked playing house, it was more likely that the Eighteenth Lunar was a being that consumed the names and identities of others as food.1

“So there’s no village at all!” Li Huowang said.0

The moment he thought...0