There were people in the hall, and those few immediately noticed him.
Several pairs of eyes all stared at him simultaneously.
Wen Xu made eye contact with the person in the center, whose eyes flashed coldly, mixed with a strong interest.
"Interesting, little lonely soul, are you lost?"
"And you even walked here."
Beside him, a judge was flipping through his Book of Life and Death, the thick tome turning pages by itself in the wind to the right page.
Reading emotionlessly: "Wen Xu, from Qinghe, born in..."
But as he spoke, the name on the Book of Life and Death began to change; the previously clear handwriting seemed to be faintly disappearing.
Even the judge, who usually showed no expression, was shocked at this moment.
Along with him, King Yan put down his phone and walked over, uttering a surprised "Huh" upon seeing the scene.
"Is this kid reviving?"
In fact, strictly speaking, Wen Xu was not completely dead at that moment.
