"Xu Xiaoshou?"
Feeling everyone's gazes fixed on him, Xu Xiaoshou softly murmured his own name.
He glanced at the information bar:
Observed, Passive Value, +239. Thought of, Passive Value, +120. Suspected, Passive Value, +113. ...
Even if he merely stood there without moving, the flood of notifications had not slowed much. On the contrary, as more people gathered here, the values kept climbing.
A smile tugged at Xu Xiaoshou's lips.
"Mother of mercy, this place is heaven!"
Looking across the hall, there had to be no fewer than six or seven hundred people in this banquet hall.
The crowd stood in scattered clusters. Even though he had only drawn the attention of less than half of them, he was already earning this much Passive Value.
At this refresh rate, by the end of tonight, it would be no less than walking through Blackfall Cliff all over again!
And it would not hurt one bit—no suffering required!
Xu Xiaoshou gathered his thoughts and looked at the old man, Wen Song. Slowly shaking his head, he said, "Everyone, you have mistaken me for someone else. I am not Xu Xiaoshou."
He shook his head with frank openness, as though he truly did not know this person at all and had never even heard the name.
"Haha, youngster, do you really think you can so easily pull the wool over the old man's eyes?" Wen Song said with a cold sneer.
Xu Xiaoshou's denial had been utterly meaningless.
As Wen Chong's Third Grandfather, he had adored Chong'er beyond measure in ordinary days. After hearing of Chong'er's death, he had looked over Xu Xiaoshou's portrait hundreds of times, if not more.
Even if this man turned to ashes, he would recognize him! And it was not only Wen Song. Chao Nong was