Chapter 263

Actually, Wen Xishu really wanted to go back.

But when Wen Tingyun also began to weep bitterly, he saw a sentence that moved him deeply.

【I don't even know... what all this is for! I only know that Zhaohua wants to obtain a very important item.】

This was a mental barrage; Wen Xishu did not click into it.

Because it had already been made clear, Wen Tingyun didn't even know the reason, or perhaps only a few people in the Wen family knew.

But the more this was the case, the more astonished and respectful Wen Xishu felt.

They all knew what they were about to abandon, and they didn't fully know what they would gain...

It was just that everything was for the sake of those who came after; if they were to sacrifice, if they were to die, then so be it.

Even the "villain" in the eyes of the fool when he was young had the same mettle and backbone.

The shadows of childhood, in the face of such great righteousness of life and death, naturally reconciled in an instant.

The immense sorrow in his heart was slowly calmed, and the fool's emotions were gradually suppressed.

Wen Xishu wiped away his tears and smiled:

"Yes, we are heroes."

The emotional storm from the brief contact with Wen Tingyun finally subsided, and Wen Xishu had to start his real business.

This was the more troublesome part.

Because Wen Xishu did not know how to find that "Jin Zhenyuan" in this vast sea of people.

The text prompt that appeared at the right time did not bring any useful information this time either.

【Although, many people are waiting for their enemies to kick the bucket, thinking that even if they died first, it would be worth it if they could see their enemy die. The great Brother Crow has suggested more than once that the Underworld add a revenge service...】

【But the people above do not allow it. They say there are no grudges in the Upper Spirit District. Everything starts over after death.】

【But perhaps, you already know how to combine some procedures.】

Wen Xishu stood where he was, pondering these words for a while.

"First, my purpose this time is to save someone, to rescue a person... this person could be Mr. Jin."

"Of course, I might not be able to save him. In any case, I must find him."

"Secondly, I can use the effect of the Dice of Reversal to break the rules of the Underworld... to cause harm to people and snatch others' merit."

"And I already know many of the Underworld's services."

Wen Xishu now understood why spirits in the Upper Spirit District could not cause harm to each other.

Because it is very easy to exploit bugs.

A devious plan quickly formed in his mind.

Wen Xishu's current merit value was only in the double digits; there weren't many services he could afford.

Wen Xishu quickly inquired about who the richest person in this area was, and the result he got was a low-level Slaughter Tower warrior.

He had climbed the tower many times, reaching the top seventy of the Heavenly Ladder Ranking, but every time the benefits he brought back were distributed to the common people at the bottom.

Such a person was naturally a great philanthropist.

Wen Xishu didn't want to lay a hand on such a person, but fortunately, he had a way to compensate.

This philanthropist, the Slaughter Tower warrior, was named Liang Qin.

Wen Xishu inquired all the way, claiming to be a student who had just died and whom Liang Qin had sponsored, so it was easy to find Liang Qin's residence.

In the Upper Spirit District, spirits cannot initiate attacks, so there is no such thing as malice or lack thereof. Spirits also cannot be angered to death by mental words.

So no one suspected Wen Xishu.

Wen Xishu entered the Liang residence; it could be said—those who can buy a house in the World of the Dead indeed did many good deeds while alive.

Wen Xishu gave him a sound beating and plundered all 1,350 points of merit that descended.

He also severely injured Liang Qin's spirit, making it difficult for him to take care of himself for a short time.

This was very excessive, but Wen Xishu said:

"The situation is urgent, I need money now. Don't worry, after I return to the human world, I will arrange for all the members of the Xishu Divine Sect to hold a memorial service for you. I guarantee your return will be greater than your loss."

Of course, when these words were spoken, Liang Qin's spirit had already fallen into an unconscious state.

Merit values cannot be stolen because they are hidden inside the spirit, but if the spirit is severely injured, the merit value will leak out.

Wen Xishu didn't dwell on it. He really intended to compensate. After severely injuring Liang Qin, he locked him in a secret room in the Liang residence; he wouldn't be able to leave until Liang Qin had fully healed.

And with five-digit merit, Wen Xishu felt refreshed. So he returned to that building in the city center.

He headed to the twelfth floor of the building, which was where he had met Wen Tingyun not long ago.

Wen Xishu walked straight to the human world affairs office counter.

"I need to handle a dream-visitation service," Wen Xishu said.

The one responsible for handling the service for Wen Xishu this time was finally not a minotaur, but a horse-headed person.

Also wearing glasses, a white shirt, and a work badge on the chest, which bulged slightly due to her proud chest curves.

This was a female horse-headed person.

"What kind of dream-visitation do you need to handle? Because communication between the yin and yang worlds is encrypted, we will review information that might have a major impact on the human world."

"For example, if I were an undercover agent before I died and I needed to pass a certain message to my organization, but I didn't manage to do it and I died."

"Then you cannot use dream-visitation... to convey the information."

"In order for your dream language not to be distorted by the yin-yang barrier, we suggest you just express longing."

Actually, not many people use dream-visitation.

Many spirits choose dream-visitation out of loneliness, out of missing their living relatives... out of not wanting to be forgotten.

Seeking a bit of presence in dreams from time to time is the limit of what they can do.

Wen Xishu also understood; the dream language for dream-visitation is best not to change the direction of certain things in the real world.

Wen Xishu thought for a while. He was now judged to be a dead person... theoretically, this was also a bug. His dream-visitation would indeed change some things, but what it changed were things about his already dead self and the dead "Jin Zhenyuan."

That he would return to the human world later was something even the Underworld system didn't know.

Thinking of this, Wen Xishu said:

"I need my relatives to mourn me."

The female horse-headed person smiled slightly:

"A friendly reminder again: after a person's emotions fluctuate violently due to a certain event, the effect of the next violent fluctuation due to the same event will weaken. Do you understand?"

Wen Xishu nodded; he understood the subtext of the female horse-headed person.

If Wen Zhaohua died and Wen Xishu was very sad, the immense sadness would turn into merit value.

Wen Zhaohua would use a portion of the merit value to visit Wen Xishu in a dream, and Wen Xishu, whose emotions had finally been calmed, would be stirred up again by the dream...

So Wen Xishu would be sad again, and these feelings would turn into merit value and be given to Wen Zhaohua.

Wen Zhaohua would then use a portion of this merit value to visit Wen Xishu in a dream again...

Over and over, could one farm merit?

Could one achieve infinite farming of merit value?

The answer, of course, is no.

Because after every violent emotional fluctuation, the next time you recall the same thing, the emotional fluctuation will weaken.

Time can smooth over all sorrow.

The first time you dream of your first love, you will be saddened by the innocence and love between you and her.

But if you dream of her every day for decades... you might feel nothing, or even feel that you are sick.

Dream-visitation is the same. The horse-headed person clearly had seen a lot of that behavior of using dream-visitation to evoke relatives' sorrow to obtain merit value.

But in fact, this is an overdraft, equivalent to draining the long-flowing longing all at once too early.

Wen Xishu said:

"I know, but it doesn't matter. Please help me handle such a service."

Wen Xishu handed over twenty sheets of merit printed with the number 100.

Undoubtedly, this was a big move.

The female horse-headed person thought: There is actually such a rich person in our area... that I haven't seen?

But her professional ethics kept her from asking too much.

"Whose dream do you need to enter?"

"Albert Napolitano."

"Oh, it seems like a very powerful person," the female horse-headed person smiled.

Wen Xishu nodded:

"Yes, very powerful."

The female horse-headed person said again: "Then what kind of dream do you need to visit? In the dream, what image do you wish to have?"

"Do you need to return to your childhood appearance? Or do you need your peak appearance while alive? Or do you intend to choose your haggard and pale appearance after death? Or something even more terrifying."

The female horse-headed person was very responsible; after all, the client was very wealthy and a great philanthropist.

Wen Xishu also understood; some relatives, if you turn into your childhood appearance, they will be more moved.

But there are also some relatives who just don't miss you much... at this time, you actually have to become a bit more terrifying in the dream, so that they will feel guilty toward you, and only then will they go to your grave to repent so as not to dream of you again.

Wen Xishu said:

"My current appearance is fine."

"The dream I need to entrust, the sooner the better... the kind that takes effect immediately."

The female horse-headed person said:

"Okay, we will ensure that the first dream after he falls asleep, and the only dream in this sleep, will be the dream you entrust."

It's good to be rich.

Wen Xishu sighed again, and he immediately began to supplement his requirements:

"My dream language is not to make him remember me; I hope he can hold a funeral for Elder Liu Zhizai and Jin Zhenyuan. Hold a funeral that the whole bunker will remember. But it must be fast, faster than a Mysterious Tower trip."

The female horse-headed person was surprised:

"You mean, you want to visit in a dream yourself, but you want your relatives and friends to give the merit value to others?"

What a self-sacrificing philanthropist! He must have had a life-and-death friendship with Jin Zhenyuan and Elder Liu Zhizai while alive!

The female horse-headed person had already begun to imagine certain scenes and couldn't help but be moved.

Wen Xishu said:

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it. Remember, you must repeatedly mention holding a funeral for Elder Liu Zhizai and Jin Zhenyuan."

"You must promote the contributions they made to the bunker!"

The female horse-headed person was moved beyond words; he died himself, didn't think of himself, but still thought of others:

"Don't worry, I will definitely deliver this dream for you."

Wen Xishu stood up:

"Then, I'll leave it to you."

The service was completed.

Next was waiting.

During these few days, Wen Xishu was very cautious, not talking to anyone, not involving any causality.

He was just waiting for a familiar face on the first floor of the building in the city center.

Wen Xishu was also very anxious.

"If Elder Liu Zhizai or Jin Zhenyuan... were assigned to the Lower Spirit District... wouldn't I be screwed?"

Yes, on the death register, there was no Elder Liu Zhizai, perhaps because Elder Liu Zhizai committed many evils, oppressed the common people of the bunker, and went to the Lower Spirit District.

Mr. Jin, although he might also be hiding a conspiracy, is after all the bunker's number one person.

Having done things that opened up an era, being assigned to the Upper Spirit District is reasonable.

So perhaps there is no Elder Liu Zhizai on the register just because there is no Elder Liu Zhizai in the Upper Spirit District.

It's possible there is one in the Lower Spirit District.

Wen Xishu thought so; if that were really the case, he would be screwed.

He also didn't know how much longer he could stay in the Underworld. This also made Wen Xishu a bit conflicted.

At the same time, what was more conflicted was, Albert wouldn't take this dream as an ordinary dream, would he?

Bunker.

The bunker at this time was holding a grand farewell ceremony for Jin Zhenyuan and Elder Liu Zhizai.

Evelyn remembered that Albert wasn't like this; before, Albert hadn't thought about holding a big one.

It was she who insisted on holding it, and Albert agreed.

But now, the funeral had just ended not long ago, and Albert actually wanted to hold another one?

And the difference was, before it was Mr. Jin's separate funeral, this time it was together with Elder Liu Zhizai, as if the two were enough to be listed side by side.

Albert didn't explain anything, just said:

"To prevent any regrets on my side, I must do this."

The old principal didn't drop the ball; Wen Xishu could fully trust this old man.

World of the Dead.

Every spirit that is missed will receive a reminder after the longing is converted into merit.

Received a call from the thirteenth floor of the city center building.

Wen Xishu's strategy was to wait for "Mr. Jin" to come and collect the merit.

In the World of the Dead, no spirit will refuse merit.

However, what Wen Xishu didn't expect was that it wasn't just "Mr. Jin" who came to collect the merit.

He was certain that "Mr. Jin" would definitely appear.

Not long ago, Wen Tingyun returned to the Wen family.

The entire Wen family... were all traitors to the bunker, and no one missed them. But the Wen family members didn't complain either.

Without initial merit value, then work for it yourself and earn it in the bunker.

The Wen family was full of heroes, and even without the help of living beings, they eventually obtained a lot of merit in this area and had their own mansion.

But Wen Tingyun soon received a call.

"You have received sorrow from Mr. Wen Xishu, which has been converted into a sum of merit. Please go to the thirteenth floor of the Yin-Yang Building in the city center to collect your merit."

This call came on the very night he had contact with the "Xishu Divine Sect believers."

At this moment, countless pieces of information appeared in Wen Tingyun's mind.

"How is it possible... how could this be possible?"

"It's been so long? How could merit value be obtained at this time?"

"No... something is wrong."

"And it just so happens that I met... an imitator of Xishu today."

"Think carefully, although he said he wasn't Wen Xishu, his expression at the time... the mist in those eyes."

"Could that really be Xishu?"

The Wen family members were all traitors to the bunker, and even if they were people of the Xishu Divine Sect, they might not necessarily be grateful to other Wen family members.

And in the World of the Dead, he received merit value today, but the only variable today was meeting Wen Xishu.

A fake Wen Xishu. The fake Wen Xishu's eyes were filled with tears.

And not long after, he received merit.

Is it a coincidence? Did he just happen to meet someone who looked like Wen Xishu today, and then he received feelings from Wen Xishu?

But that fool probably wouldn't know his own thoughts even until he died.

In that fool's eyes, he should have been a childhood shadow.

His apology and unwillingness were all expressed to a stranger who claimed to be from the Xishu Divine Sect.

The more Wen Tingyun thought, the more frightened he became.

A bold idea emerged—

That Wen Xishu was not a fake Wen Xishu, and not a dead Wen Xishu.

Wen Tingyun learned about the Xishu Divine Sect and spent the whole afternoon verifying it, finding that the Xishu Divine Sect was really powerful.

Or rather, Wen Xishu was really powerful, and his performance even surpassed Wen Zhaohua, becoming the number one person in the Mysterious Tower.

But at this moment, even if he accepted this setting, he was still very shocked.

No matter how powerful, it was hard for him to imagine that a living person could come to the land of the dead.

He didn't even dare to acknowledge himself...

Was he plotting something? Was he carrying out some plan to reverse life and death?

Wen Tingyun didn't dare to think too much and immediately went to the Wen family's conference room to tell the head of the Wen family about this.

(End of chapter)