On the perimeter wall.
Whispers and discussions filled each window.
Wu Xiaode stood below, silently awaiting the judgment.
In fact, since just now, he had temporarily been in a safe situation.
—After all, the "Book of the Dead" had recognized all his statements.
According to the reminder from that spirit, as long as there was no evidence, those people could not only not kill him, but they would also think he was clever.
As long as nothing more went wrong...
As he thought about it, he looked up at the Book of the Dead.
"00:25."
Time slipped away, second by second.
—In this magic, every minute, the rules of the world changed.
Suddenly.
That old voice resonated once more:
"Wu Xiaode, can you guarantee that every statement you have made is true?"
Wu Xiaode's gaze lingered on the Book of the Dead.
—The current world was set to the Past Epoch, and it would be 19 seconds before it switched to the Now Era.
Wu Xiaode bowed respectfully and spoke in a gentle tone:
