As soon as Wang Yunxiao saw Li Mumu go in to eat noodles, he wanted to go up and hold her, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch her body.
Have I become a ghost?
Of course, that's impossible.
With Wang Yunxiao's current strength, it's impossible for him to die so quietly without even noticing it himself.
Then it can only be another situation—he is a real person, and the Li Mumu in front of him is just an illusion or something similar.
Wang Yunxiao couldn't do anything, he could only stand there at the door, watching Li Mumu's pitiful appearance.
Unintentionally, he caught the eye of that middle-aged man in a suit.
"No need to panic, what you see now is just an image I saved on the internet."
The man said with a smile.
An image is just an image, but Wang Yunxiao didn't doubt for a moment that his gaze could penetrate time and space to see himself.
Powers of this level manipulate timelines as easily as flipping a book.
"I am Xu Shijie."
