Chapter 262: Things After I Died

The person who recognized Wen Xishu, Wen Xishu really didn't know. The population density of the Bunker was still very exaggerated.

Wen Xishu also realized that he needed a mask.

【You realized that you need to change your appearance. This is not difficult. In the world of the dead, various services are always provided. People will pay merit and enjoy desires.】

【Appetite is just one of them. As long as you have merit, you can enjoy many desires that you couldn't enjoy before you died. The top beauties can be in groups to provide you with services that are not suitable for children, or you can turn into someone beautiful yourself. You can also get a small piece of world, where you have supreme power, of course... you can't satisfy the desire to be resurrected.】

The text appeared at the right time.

Wen Xishu immediately had a strategy:

"Ah yes yes yes, I am the Sect Master of the Xishu God Sect, Wen Xishu. Children, stand up! I just said this face is really worth it, it's worth spending no matter how much merit!"

Hearing this, the believer seemed to understand:

"You mean, you are not the Sect Master, you bought a face of the Sect Master?"

Wen Xishu said:

"Can't I? Sect Master Wen is talented and virtuous, covering the world, romantic and handsome, and has a long life. I couldn't imitate him before I died, and I'm not allowed to after I die?"

Hearing this, the believer breathed a sigh of relief. Although he hated the other party for blaspheming the Sect Master, thinking about it this way, it was great that the Sect Master didn't die.

And there were quite a few people around who suddenly patted their foreheads:

"Yes, why didn't I think that merit can be spent like this?"

"Save it, four-digit merit, can you afford it to get plastic surgery?"

After death, all living beings suddenly came to a strange world, and they were all lonely.

To get some sense of identity in this lonely world, the best way is naturally to have a face.

But at this time, the believer said:

"Everything you have in the underworld is fake... because people who get close to you because of that face will also leave you because they know you are not the owner of that face."

"Accumulate merit well, don't consume it in advance."

The young man was quite rational. The desire to change faces was indeed not cheap.

Wen Xishu became interested. This street was not a place to talk:

"I still have some merit, can I treat you to a drink?"

"I have nothing to talk about with you, a villain who blasphemes the Sect Master's honor. Get lost." The believer said.

Pure, very pure. This is likely some elite of our Xishu God Sect, the purity is second only to Amiao, Wen Xiange, and others... no, maybe not inferior to them.

Wen Xishu sighed:

"I just admire Sect Master Wen. He gave me a lot of power. In fact, I am not making fun of him. It's just that this face gives me a sense of security in this underworld."

"Although I blasphemed the Sect Master, I finally found the people of the Xishu God Sect because of this face."

"I just want to chat with you... eh."

Wen Xishu's words made the young man feel a bit guilty.

"Okay, okay."

The two came to a coffee shop.

The entertainment facilities in this city are very rich. As long as you have merit, everything you could enjoy before you died can be enjoyed.

Of course, still the same, merit is not easy to earn.

Wen Xishu ordered two cups of the cheapest water, which also consumed five points of merit. He sighed that the prices in this underground world were a bit too fierce.

The 1,000 merit left by the Seven-Colored Crow is actually a considerable asset.

But he just took a taxi and spent more than half of it.

After the two sat down, they found that there was almost no business in the coffee shop.

"It is said that the more retro the area, the better people earn merit there. They were used to working in ancient times before they died."

"On the contrary, people like us, once we don't have some equipment, we don't know what to do."

"So in the underworld, the consumption level in ancient times is actually higher."

"Oh, by the way, my name is Huang He. I joined the Xishu God Sect last year."

Under Wen Xishu's flicker, Huang He already had a strong desire to communicate.

Wen Xishu said:

"How did you die?"

As soon as this sentence was asked, Huang He suddenly fell into a state of dullness.

The text hint appeared again.

【Although the great and handsome Crow Brother told you that there are many people in this world who died inexplicably, some are heroic, some are strange, and some are aggrieved... but most people don't know how they died.】

【Death will take away part of the memory. You should be able to understand that this is a safety setting.】

Seeing these hints, Wen Xishu understood at once.

The situation was a bit complicated.

"In other words, this is an anti-error mechanism. I can't ask others about their cause of death... at least not by asking the dead themselves."

"Assuming I know how someone will die in the future, then if I return to reality, wouldn't I be able to stop this person from doing certain things and avoid dying from this cause?"

"But the world of the dead actually has a prevention mechanism. The dead will forget how they died."

"But I don't have to worry. He doesn't know how he died, but he may not know how others died."

Wen Xishu thought about it:

"Brother Huang, why did you join the Xishu God Sect at the beginning? I was sick at the time and lacked money for treatment, thinking about going to the Mysterious Tower to fight, and joined the Xishu God Sect at that time, needing some courage and belief."

Huang He looked at Wen Xishu in surprise:

"Your experience is similar to Saint Amiao."

Wen Xishu almost spat out a mouthful of tea. How did Amiao become a saint?

Huang He said:

"I was actually to survive. At that time, in the Bunker, many powerful existences died..."

"Sigh, the old Principal's whereabouts are unknown. It is said that he caught up with the Slaughter Day."

"As for the others... whether it was Lord Xun Hui or Lord Wen Renjing, they all died when climbing the seventieth floor."

"Of course, that was two or three years ago. At that time, everyone's morale was very low."

"Not long ago, under the leadership of the Sect Master, we completed the best counterattack battle of the Great Devouring, but soon we began to decline."

"Fate seems to be teasing us."

"A year later, people climbing the Slaughter Tower and the Tower of Desire gradually decreased, and many masters on the ladder ranking also asked the guides to lower their levels."

"Lowering the level has a price, and slowly, everyone's strength became weaker. Without the Sect Master... the Bunker's supplies also became scarce."

"It's really miserable, really miserable..."

Huang He's words were not finished yet.

Wen Xishu had already been shocked by a series of contents.

"I" had no whereabouts, the old Principal encountered the Slaughter Day, these can be understood, the future is dangerous, Wen Xishu can also accept it.

But why did Xun Hui and Wen Renjing die on the seventieth floor?

Could it be that the difficulty of the seventieth floor suddenly increased?

Or...

Sagittarius, didn't remove his aim at all?

Wen Xishu was really shocked:

"At that time, the Bunker generally had the saying that humans have no future, and the next Great Devouring is the end of the world."

"Without Sect Master Wen and the old Principal, the nobles began to tighten supplies, and the people below had no way. To survive, they could only climb the tower."

"I also needed courage to change these things. Although the Xishu God Sect no longer expanded, it was hit because the Sect Master disappeared, but Elder Wen Xiange, Saint Amiao, and others were always encouraging everyone."

"We are still the largest folk force in the Bunker. I was encouraged at that time, thinking that if the Sect Master can do it, can't I?"

"The Sect Master can change from a death row prisoner to a Bunker legend, and so can I."

"So I started climbing the tower."

Worthy of affirmation, Wen Xishu said:

"You are great, you didn't lose face for the Xishu God Sect. By the way, how long has our Sect Master been missing?"

Huang He's words mentioned his disappearance, didn't say death, didn't say anything else, just said he disappeared.

"Three years ago... let me think, at that time, something big happened in the Bunker, the Sect Master was assassinated."

Wen Xishu was not surprised that Huang He actually remembered this.

But what surprised Wen Xishu was...

Three years ago, I was assassinated? Isn't that the timeline now?

That is to say, this time, I will have no return when climbing the tower?

This is really shocking information.

"It's strange, the Sect Master's name has not been hidden from the ladder ranking, but the Sect Master has never appeared again..."

"People guess that the Sect Master is trapped in some place, still alive, but cannot return through the login device."

"This is what Elder Wen Xiange said, and Saint Amiao also agrees with this point. Everyone is trying to explore the Mysterious Tower, hoping to bring back the Sect Master."

The amount of information is a bit large.

Wen Xishu can be certain that if he disappeared after being assassinated three years ago, then undoubtedly, it was this underworld journey that he encountered some obstacles and couldn't return to the Bunker.

"Must find the reason, in addition, don't be scared. Although the known future is very desperate. But since it was observed by me, it may not be impossible to change."

Wen Xishu thought about it and said:

"By the way, you said that Xun Hui and the others entered the seventieth floor and died. Did this... also happen at that time?"

Huang He nodded.

Just at this time, the whole city began to shake.

【You caught a glimpse of a secret, this secret has a price, now... you have to start fleeing.】

The ground in the center of the city suddenly cracked, countless cracks were shocking, constantly spreading like the roots of a giant tree.

Then the cracks shattered, and a giant ox-headed beast holding a battle axe and emitting cold white flames appeared.

"Die!"

The giant ox-headed beast held a battle axe and slashed toward the direction where Wen Xishu and Huang He were!

Wen Xishu was shocked and instinctively dodged.

But Huang He was miserable. Huang He was instantly submerged by the white flame energy slashed by the battle axe.

At this instant, countless soul information belonging to Huang He, like scattered Qi...

Those Qi exploded and also blew past Wen Xishu.

Countless memories of Huang He emerged in Wen Xishu's mind.

"Third Mysterious Tower. I have succeeded twice, I can be considered... a lucky one among a hundred, right?"

"Hehe, I can definitely do it the third time, the Sect Master climbed more than a dozen times, I am still far behind!"

This was Huang He's memory when he entered the Mysterious Tower for the third time.

The next instant, Wen Xishu felt other memories again.

Death is approaching.

When the monster on the eighth floor tore Huang He's arm apart... Huang He's consciousness became confused with pain.

"What a pity... I am really not a genius, I have to die here."

"Everyone is still waiting for me to go back, right? But... I am a bottom-level person, even if I disappear, no one will notice me, right?"

The neck broke, and the head was twisted open by strange force.

The last scene was Huang He's memory, the vibrant scene in the Bunker, and the poster with Wen Xishu.

The Qi passed through Wen Xishu and finally returned to nothingness.

At this instant, Wen Xishu realized... he had changed many things.

Many bottom-level people, because he was alive, because of the efforts of the Xishu God Sect, they had the courage to fight against life.

Must go back, must live back, otherwise countless people who picked up the courage to fight against life again will be crushed by life. Wen Xishu was very angry and wanted to use the power of the Mad Dice to fight this ox-headed monster.

He possessed "Floor," which could allow him to deal substantial damage to the ox-headed monster in the duel with the ox-headed monster.

Two hundred attacks, and he could kill the ox-headed monster.

The ox-headed monster's white flame is a destructive flame for the dead. Any spirit body that touches it will suffer a second death.

People who died, die again... and the traces will be completely erased.

But finally, facing the text hint, Wen Xishu made his choice.

【The ox-headed monster is a relatively weak existence among the law enforcers. In fact, with your ability, you can kill the ox-headed monster, but do you really want to do this? When the law enforcer dies, the bounty on your head will be more than one star.】

【Now, the ox-headed monster has eliminated the person who can disrupt the cause and effect of the living world—at least it thinks it has eliminated it. It is about to disappear.】

Wen Xishu ultimately did not do it.

"Compared to avenging the dead Huang He, what I should do is return to the Bunker and let Huang He not die."

The ox-headed monster slowly left.

The cracks on the ground actually disappeared miraculously, as if everything hadn't happened.

The clerk in the coffee shop also seemed not to have seen the situation just now, and calmly refilled Wen Xishu's cup.

Wen Xishu was stunned in place. After a good while, he understood.

"I triggered cause and effect."

"I asked Huang He about the cause of death of Xun Hui and Wen Renjing, and learned that these two died the first time they entered the seventieth floor..."

"This matter cannot be known by me. Once known, it will cause some changes in the living world."

"Also because of this, it alarmed the law enforcers of the underworld."

Wen Xishu sorted out all this, his anger had not yet dissipated, but deep down he realized that he had captured a key piece of information...

"The underworld realized some things... realized that someone was coming to break out of prison, but facing countless planes, countless souls... the underworld also couldn't take care of all places."

"At the same time, the underworld stopped me because it is really true that I know the cause of death of the dead and change death..."

This discovery gave Wen Xishu quite a bit of motivation.

"Next, I have to find the soul worth saving, and at the same time, I have to figure out one thing... why didn't Mr. Jin's death make Sagittarius withdraw."

Must find Mr. Jin.

Wen Xishu thought about it. Mr. Jin died three years ago... and he is now three years later. From the time difference, and he has a three-year time difference, he can return to the timeline when Mr. Jin died.

Just go to that place and find Mr. Jin.

Wen Xishu immediately had an idea and decided to look for the coachman again.

But in the process of Wen Xishu looking for the coachman.

Wen Xishu received a hint.

This hint did not come from the ability brought to him by the crow, but from the Competition Horn.

【The Demon King has been eliminated, congratulations, you survived the Demon King's pursuit and eliminated the Demon King.】

【Killer: Captain of the Lower Spirit Area Law Enforcement Team.】

【Survival rewards will be collected together after you clear this Mysterious Tower.】

Wen Xishu remembered that there was still a Demon King.

He subconsciously enabled shared vision, thinking it wouldn't succeed, after all, the Demon King was dead...

But when he did so, Wen Xishu still saw some scenes.

Lower Spirit Area.

The law enforcer, who was emitting white flames, had a beautiful face, and six pairs of wings like an elf or angel, was holding a scythe and lost in thought.

"How could there be such a thing in the Lower Spirit Area!? How did he sneak in?"

The Demon King's head was cut off. Because the other party's speed was too fast, the Demon King's eyes clearly carried disbelief and horror.

The Demon King opened his eyes wide and looked at the law enforcer holding the scythe.

Actually, the one really looking was Wen Xishu.

Wen Xishu couldn't believe that the Red House-level Demon King was so easily beheaded...

Can he really escape the underworld?

Mysterious Tower level 40, is it a bit too pit?

"Although the higher-ups said that a living person would try to take away a soul, I always feel that the other party shouldn't be so stupid."

"Really strange, and the Lower Spirit Area didn't have an alarm, which means, this guy is either a dead person, or... a summoned object."

"And, I actually got a hint saying I killed the Demon King... could it be that this is not an intruder, this is some competition held by the managers of the Lower Spirit Area?"

"Who should I go to to redeem the prize?"

The law enforcer holding the scythe squatted down, as if he suddenly sensed something, immediately lowered his head, and his eyes stared at the Demon King who died with his eyes open.

On the other side, Wen Xishu did not immediately withdraw his gaze.

He looked at the law enforcer very calmly through the Demon King's eyes.

He did not rashly withdraw his power. This instead made the law enforcer not find any clues.

"Looks like I thought too much, let's go."

The law enforcer stood up and kicked the Demon King's head into the magma pool.

Vision interrupted.

Wen Xishu in the Upper Spirit Area finally came back to his senses at this time.

Wen Xishu concluded:

"In the underworld, I can't beat the law enforcers here, their strength is unimaginable."

"If I want to save people, I can only do it without anyone knowing."

There are too many puzzles, Wen Xishu wants to ask Mr. Jin. He also quickly took a carriage to the timeline three years ago.

Still a modern city, almost exactly the same as three years later.

Even the coffee shop is in the same position.

Wen Xishu even had another experience of being recognized. However, after a simple explanation, he walked toward other areas.

【The great Crow Brother's help to you is more than this, you know, when you are eager to find out someone's whereabouts—you can go to the Population Statistics Bureau, where you can find out who is still alive and who is dead. They won't tell you extra information, but I think, you might have to determine first, is the person you thought was dead really dead? This time, don't ask too many questions.】

Wen Xishu understood that if he asked too many questions, it was very likely that some bugs would appear again.

"That's right, I have to determine first, is Mr. Jin really dead."

Under the text hint given by the Seven-Colored Crow, Wen Xishu already knew where the Population Statistics Bureau was.

In that tallest office building in the city center.

This building has many businesses.

Not only can it query mortality rates, death populations, but it can also affect the living world by affecting newborns.

In fact, there is a saying that ancestral graves smoke green smoke. If enough merit is accumulated in the world of the dead, people who possess their own bloodline can obtain some talents different from ordinary people in the fetal stage.

That is, the ancestors bless them, allowing them to win at the starting line.

For example, making this baby born smart, born good-looking. Of course, this requires massive merit.

Often it requires the power of the whole clan. This explains why the orphans in the Starting Orphanage always have extraordinary talents. Because those who can be sacrificed are sacrificed.

Wen Xishu soon came to this building and arrived at the first floor of the building.

There are many people coming and going to handle various businesses. "Dreaming," "Returning Soul," "Seventh Day," "Ancestral Blessing" and other businesses are handled in this building.

The "Population Statistics Bureau" that Wen Xishu is going to has no one caring about it.

The Population Statistics Bureau is on the 14th floor.

The elevator is crowded, and many are going to the 13th floor. The 13th floor is called the Living Memorial Meeting.

The living often burn some things for the dead. The dead first arrive in this world, and the earliest wealth is these burned things.

Things are worthless, no matter how many tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of underworld money you burn, it has no value.

These things can't earn a bit of merit.

But the "heart" attached to these things can be converted into merit.

In other words, how many people in this world are really reluctant to let you die... their longing for you can be converted into your initial merit in the world of the dead.

On the 13th floor, some are happy and some are sad. Some think that they had many connections before they died, and after they died, those people held large-scale funerals, but they didn't have a bit of merit.

Some people only had one or two friends before they died, and after they died, they didn't even have a monument, only a memorial tablet, but because of those one or two friends, they had a considerable amount of initial merit.

Of course, there are also people who have massive merit as soon as they enter the underworld.

The public officials who once handled business here handled the business of a great man, which was a mourning of the level of a ten-mile long street in the living world.

Wen Xishu can imagine that many people will break their defenses on the 13th floor and realize after death... who is their most precious.

He also wanted to watch the fun, but he was really busy today and in a hurry.

After arriving on the 14th floor, Wen Xishu quickly

The one responsible for handling his affairs was also a minotaur, but one wearing glasses, a tie, and a suit, with no battle axe in hand; he looked much more refined.

"Welcome. Compared to the floors below, it's quite quiet here. Whose information do you need to look up?"

"I cannot tell you his cause of death; I can only tell you whether he is dead. I hope you can understand."

The minotaur was very polite.

Wen Xishu also spoke at this moment:

"Can I know the age of the deceased?"

The minotaur indicated: "Of course you can."

Wen Xishu asked again:

"Then can I directly look up the death files for this past year... limited to the Bunker World?"

Wen Xishu was also unsure of the specific time point now, so he intended to systematically look through the death files of people from the Bunker World for this entire year.

In this way, there would be no possibility of missing key information.

The minotaur thought for a moment:

"That is possible, but I must process it first to mask all causes of death. And..."

Wen Xishu raised an eyebrow: "And what?"

The minotaur smiled:

"You will have to pay extra."

Wen Xishu was suddenly very curious:

"By the way, can merit in the World of the Dead be plundered?"

The minotaur shook his head:

"Theoretically, yes. If one spirit destroys another spirit, it can obtain its merit."

"The Lower Spirit District is like that; lower spirits experience cruel struggles. No one can reveal that they have merit, otherwise, they will be attacked by other spirits."

"But upper spirits do not. Among upper spirits, you cannot even cause each other injury; your attack power is infinitely weakened. Only law enforcers have the authority to attack."

Wen Xishu's heart stirred slightly. Although my attack power is infinitely weakened... I have a "guaranteed bottom line."

Merit is very important, Wen Xishu realized. With merit, these monsters of the World of the Dead have a very good attitude, and all kinds of services can be handled.

I must find a way to rob some merit.

Once this thought occurred, Wen Xishu suddenly understood:

"No wonder my past life was called the Sinful Land. I, Wen, am indeed going to commit sins."

But for now, he had to clarify one thing.

Whether Mr. Jin is dead or not.

(End of chapter)