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... ced 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..." ...
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