Chapter 265 What Happened After My Death
Chapter 265 What Happened After My Death
The person in front of him who recognized Wen Xishu, Wen Xishu actually didn’t know him. The population density of the bunker was still exaggerated.
Wen Xishu also realized that he needed a mask.
[You realize that you need to change your appearance. This is not difficult. In the world of the dead, there are always various services provided, and people will pay merits and enjoy desires. ]
[Appetite is just one of them. As long as you have merit, you can enjoy many desires that you could not enjoy in your lifetime. The top beauties can come in groups to provide you with services that are not suitable for children, or you can transform yourself into someone extremely beautiful. You can also obtain a small world. In that world, you have supreme power. Of course... you cannot satisfy your desire to be resurrected.]
The text appears at the right time.
Wen Xishu immediately came up with a response strategy:
"Oh, yes, yes, I am Wen Xishu, the leader of the Xishu Divine Cult. Children, stand up! I said that this face is really worth it, no matter how much merit it costs!"
After hearing this, the believer seemed to understand:
"You mean, you are not the leader, but you bought the face of the leader?"
Wen Xishu said:
"Is it not possible? I heard that Master Wen's achievements in literature and martial arts are unparalleled, he is charming and suave, and he will live forever. I couldn't imitate him when he was alive, and you won't let me imitate him after he dies?"
The believer breathed a sigh of relief. Although he hated the other party for blaspheming his leader, he thought it was great that the leader was not dead.
There were also many people around who suddenly slapped their foreheads:
"Yeah, why didn't I think that merit points could be spent like this?"
"Save some money, four-digit merit, can you afford it so you can get plastic surgery?"
After death, all living beings suddenly come to a strange world and are alone.
To gain some sense of identity in this lonely world, the best way is, of course, to have a face.
But at this time, the believers said:
"Everything you have in the underworld is false... Because anyone who gets close to you with that face will leave you when they learn that you are not the owner of that face."
"Accumulate merit and don't spend it in advance."
The young man is quite rational. The desire to change his face does cost a lot.
Wen Xishu became interested. This street was not a place to talk.
"I still have some merit points. Can I buy you a drink?"
"I have nothing to say to you, a villain who blasphemes the dignity of our leader. Get out of here," said the believer.
Pure, very pure. This might be an elite from our Xishu Divine Religion. His purity is second only to A Miao, Wen Xiange and others... No, maybe he is not inferior to them.
Wen Xishu sighed:
"I just admire Master Wen. He has given me a lot of strength. I am not making fun of him. It's just that this face makes me feel safe in this dark place."
"Although I blasphemed the leader, I was able to find the people of the Xishu Cult because of this face."
"I just wanted to talk to you...eh."
Wen Xishu's words made the young man feel a little guilty.
"Alright alright."
The two came to a cafe.
The city has a wide variety of entertainment facilities. As long as you have merit points, you can enjoy everything you can enjoy in your lifetime.
Of course, as I said before, merit is not easy to earn.
Wen Xishu ordered two glasses of the cheapest water, which also consumed five merit points. He sighed that the prices in this underground world were a bit too high.
The one thousand merits left by the seven-colored crow are actually a considerable asset.
But he just took a taxi and spent more than half that.
After the two sat down, they found that there was almost no business in the cafe.
"It is said that the more retro the area, the easier it is for people there to accumulate merit. When they were alive in ancient times, people at that time were used to working all day."
"It's us who don't know what to do once we lose some equipment."
"So in the underworld, the consumption level in ancient times was actually higher."
"Oh, by the way, my name is Huang He. I joined the Xishu Cult last year."
After Wen Xishu's persuasion, Huang He already had a strong desire to communicate.
Wen Xishu said:
"How did you die?"
As soon as this question was asked, Huang He suddenly fell into a daze.
The text prompt appeared again.
[Although the great and handsome Brother Crow has told you that many people in this world died inexplicably, some died heroically, some died curiously, and some died aggrievedly...but the vast majority of people don't know how they died. ]
[Death will take away some memories. You should be able to understand that this is a safety setting.]
After seeing these hints, Wen Xishu understood immediately.
The situation is a bit complicated.
"In other words, it's a fail-safe mechanism where I can't ask someone about their cause of death... at least not the person themselves."
"Suppose I knew how someone died in the future, then if I returned to reality, wouldn't it be possible for me to prevent that person from doing certain things and avoid dying from that cause?"
"But the world of the dead actually has a preventive mechanism. The dead will forget how they died."
"But I don't need to worry. He doesn't know how he died, but he may know how others died."
Wen Xishu thought for a moment:
"Brother Huang, why did you join the Xishu Cult in the first place? I was sick at the time and lacked money for treatment. I wanted to go to the Gui Tower to give it a try. That's when I joined the Xishu Cult. It took some courage and faith."
Huang He looked at Wen Xishu in surprise:
"Your experience is somewhat similar to that of Saint A Miao."
Wen Xishu almost spit out a mouthful of tea. How did A Miao become a saint?
Huang He said:
"I was actually trying to survive. Many powerful beings died in the bunker at that time..."
"Hey, the old principal is missing. I heard he passed away on Killing Day."
"As for the others... whether it was Lord Xun Hui or Lord Wen Ren Jing, they all died when they were climbing to the 70th floor."
"Of course, that was two or three years ago. At that time, everyone's morale was very low."
"Under the leadership of the leader, we completed the best counterattack in history not long ago, but soon we began to decline."
“It seems like fate is playing tricks on us.”
"A year later, the number of people climbing the Slaughter Tower and the Desire Tower gradually decreased, and many masters on the Heavenly Ladder Rankings also asked the guides to downgrade themselves."
"There is a price to pay for lowering your rank. Slowly, everyone's strength has weakened. Without the leader... the bunker's supplies have also become scarce."
"It's really miserable, really miserable..."
Huang He hadn't finished speaking yet.
Wen Xishu was shocked by the series of contents.
"I" have lost my whereabouts and the old principal encountered the Killing Day. These are understandable. The future is dangerous and Wen Xishu can accept it.
But why did Xun Hui and Wen Ren Jing die on the 70th floor?
Could it be that the difficulty of the 70th floor has suddenly increased?
Or……
Sagittarius, didn't remove his aim at all?
Wen Xishu was extremely surprised:
"In the bunkers at that time, there was a common belief that humanity had no future and the next great swallowing would be the end of the world."
"Without Master Wen and the old principal, the nobles have started to tighten their supplies again. The people below have no choice but to climb the tower to survive."
"I also need the courage to change these things. Although the Xishu Divine Cult is no longer expanding and has suffered a blow due to the disappearance of its leader, Elder Wen Xiange and Saint A Miao are always encouraging everyone."
"We are still the largest civilian force in the bunker. I was inspired at that time, thinking, what can the leader do, can't I do it?"
"The leader can go from a death row inmate to a bunker legend, and so can I."
“So I started climbing the tower.”
It is worthy of recognition, Wen Xishu said:
"You are great. You did not bring shame to the Xishu Cult. By the way, how long has our leader been missing?"
Huang He mentioned his disappearance in his words. He didn't say death or anything else. He just said he disappeared.
"About three years ago... Let me think about it, at that time, something big happened in the bunker. The leader was assassinated."
Wen Xishu was not surprised that Huang He actually remembered this.
But what surprised Wen Xishu was...
Three years ago, he was assassinated? Isn't that the current timeline?
In other words, this time, if I climb the tower by myself, I will never come back?
This is truly amazing information.
"It's very strange. The leader's name has not disappeared from the Heavenly Ladder Ranking, but the leader has never appeared again..."
"People speculate that the leader is trapped somewhere, still alive, but unable to return through the login device."
"This is what Elder Wen Xiange said, and Saint A Miao also agrees with this. Everyone is trying to find a way to explore the Weird Tower, hoping to bring back the leader."
The amount of information is a bit large.
Wen Xishu was certain that if he disappeared after being assassinated three years ago, then there was no doubt that he encountered some obstacles on this journey to the underworld and could not return to the bunker.
"We have to find the reason. Also, don't be scared. Although the current known future is very hopeless, since I have observed it, it may not be impossible to change it."
Wen Xishu thought for a moment and said:
"By the way, you said Xun Hui and his companions entered the 70th floor and died. Did this incident... also happen at that time?"
Huang He nodded.
At this moment, the whole city began to shake.
[You have glimpsed a secret. This secret has a price. Now... you have to start running away.]
The ground in the center of the city suddenly cracked. The countless cracks were shocking and continued to spread like the roots of a giant tree.
Then the crack shattered, and a huge bull-headed beast appeared, holding a battle axe and emitting cold white flames all over its body.
"die!"
The bull-headed beast held a battle axe and chopped down in the direction where Wen Xishu and Huang He were!
Wen Xishu was shocked and dodged instinctively.
But Huang He was in a miserable state. He was instantly submerged by the white flame energy emitted by the battle axe.
At this moment, countless soul information belonging to Huang He was like a scattered Qi body...
Those Qi bodies exploded and blew over the Wen Xi tree.
Countless memories of Huang He emerged in Wen Xishu's mind.
"This is my third time in the Trickster Tower. I've succeeded twice, so I'm considered... one of the lucky ones among a hundred, right?"
"Hehe, I will definitely be able to do it the third time. The leader climbed it more than ten times, and I am still far from it!"
This is Huang He’s memory of the third time he entered the strange tower.
The next moment, Wen Xishu felt another memory.
Death is near.
When the monster on the eighth floor tore Huang He's arm apart... Huang He's consciousness became confused due to the pain.
"What a pity... I am not a genius after all. I have to die here."
"Everyone is still waiting for me to come back, right? But... someone like me, a low-level person, no one would notice me even if I disappeared, right?"
The neck was broken and the head was twisted open by a strange force.
The last scene is Huang He’s memory, the lively scene in the bunker, and the poster with Wen Xishu printed on it.
The Qi body passed through the Wen Xi tree and finally returned to nothingness.
At this moment, Wen Xishu realized... that he had changed a lot of things.
Many people at the bottom of society have the courage to fight against life because they are alive and because of the efforts of the Xishu Cult.
If you want to go back, you must go back alive, otherwise countless people who have regained their courage to fight against life will be crushed by life again. Wen Xishu was very angry and wanted to use the power of the insane dice to fight against the minotaur.
He has a "bottom line", which allows him to cause substantial damage to the Minotaur in the duel with the Minotaur.
Two hundred attacks and he could kill the Minotaur.
The Minotaur's white flame is a flame of destruction for the dead. Any spirit that touches it will suffer a second death.
If a dead person dies again... all traces will be completely wiped out.
But in the end, faced with the text prompts, Wen Xishu made his choice.
[The Minotaur is a relatively weak existence among the law enforcers. In fact, with your ability, you can kill the Minotaur, 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 Minotaur has eliminated those who could disrupt the cause and effect of the world of the living - at least it thinks it has. It is about to disappear. ]
Wen Xishu didn't take action in the end.
"Rather than avenging Huang He's death, what I should do is return to the bunker and prevent Huang He from dying."
The Minotaur slowly walked away.
The cracks in the ground miraculously disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
The coffee shop clerk seemed not to have noticed what had just happened and calmly refilled Wen Xishu's cup.
Wen Xishu stood there in a daze. After a while, he understood.
“I triggered cause and effect.”
"I asked Huang He about the cause of death of Xun Hui and Wen Ren Jing, and learned that they died the first time they entered the 70th floor..."
"I cannot know this. Once I know it, it will cause some changes in the world of the living."
"Because of this, the law enforcers of the underworld were alarmed."
Wen Xishu sorted out all of this. His anger had not yet dissipated, but deep down he realized that he had captured a key piece of information...
"The underworld has realized something... It has realized that someone is coming to break into the prison, but faced with countless planes and countless souls... The underworld has no way to take care of all places."
"At the same time, the underworld stopped me because it really exists. After I know the cause of death of the deceased, I can change the death..."
This discovery gave Wen Xishu a lot of motivation.
"Next, I have to find the soul that is worth saving. At the same time, I have to figure out one thing...why Mr. Jin's death did not cause Sagittarius to evacuate."
To find Mr. King.
Wen Xishu thought about it. Mr. Jin died three years ago... and he is now three years later. Judging from the time difference, and he has a three-year time difference, he can go back to the timeline of Mr. Jin's death.
Just go to that place and find Mr. Jin.
Wen Xishu immediately had an idea and decided to look for the coachman again.
However, just as Wen Xishu was looking for the coachman.
Wen Xishu got a hint.
This time the hint came not from the ability that Crow gave him, but from the Competitive Corner.
[The Demon King has been destroyed. Congratulations, you have survived the pursuit of the Demon King and destroyed the Demon King. ]
[Killer: Captain of the Lower Spiritual District Law Enforcement Team. ]
[You will receive the survival reward after you clear this strange tower.]
Wen Xishu then remembered that there was also the Demon King.
He subconsciously activated the shared vision, thinking it would not work, after all, the Demon King was dead...
But when he did this, Wen Xishu still saw some scenes.
……
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Lower spiritual area.
The law enforcer, with white flames radiating from his body, a beautiful face, and six pairs of wings, looks like an elf or an angel, holding a sickle, looking thoughtful.
"Why is there such a thing in the Lower Spiritual District? How did he get in?"
The demon king's head was chopped off. Because the opponent's speed was too fast, there was obvious disbelief and fear in the demon king's eyes.
The demon king opened his eyes wide and looked at the law enforcer holding the sickle.
In fact, the one who was really watching was Wen Xishu.
Wen Xishu couldn't believe that a demon king of the Red House level was killed so easily...
Can I really escape from the underworld?
The fortyth floor of the strange tower, isn’t it a bit too much?
"Although the superiors said that there would be living people trying to take away a soul, I still feel that they shouldn't be so stupid."
"How strange. Moreover, there is no alarm in the lower spirit area. This means that this guy is either dead or... a summoned creature."
"Moreover, I actually got a tip that I killed the Demon King... Could it be that these were not some intruders, but some kind of competition held by the managers of the Lower Spiritual District?"
“Who should I go to to claim the prize?”
The law enforcer holding the sickle squatted down, as if he suddenly sensed something. He immediately lowered his head and stared at the devil who died with his eyes open.
On the other side, Wen Xishu did not withdraw his gaze immediately.
He looked at the law enforcer very calmly through the eyes of the devil.
He did not rashly withdraw his power, which made it impossible for the law enforcers to find any clues.
"It seems that I am overthinking. Let's go."
The law enforcer stood up and kicked the devil's head into the lava pool.
Interrupted vision.
Wen Xishu from Shangling District finally came to his senses at this time.
Wen Xishu concluded:
"In the underworld, there is no way I can defeat the law enforcers here. Their strength is unimaginable."
"If I want to save people, I can only do it without anyone noticing."
There were too many mysteries, and Wen Xishu wanted to ask Mr. Jin. He also quickly took a carriage and went to the timeline three years ago.
……
……
It is still a modern city, almost exactly the same as it was three years later.
Even the cafe is in the same location.
Wen Xishu even had the experience of being recognized again. But this time, after he gave a brief explanation, he walked towards other areas.
[The great Crow Brother can help you more than that. You know, when you want to quickly find out the whereabouts of someone, you can go to the Census 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 want to make sure first, is the person you think is dead really dead? This time, don't ask too many questions.]
Wen Xishu understood that if he asked too many questions, it would probably lead to some bugs.
"That's right. I have to confirm first whether Mr. Jin is really dead."
With the textual hints given by the colorful crow, Wen Xishu already knew where the Population Statistics Bureau was.
In the tallest office building in the city center.
This building has a lot of business.
Not only can you check the mortality rate and the number of deaths, but you can also influence the world of the living by affecting newborns.
In fact, there is a story behind the green smoke coming out of ancestral graves. If one has accumulated enough merits in the world of the dead, the person with one's bloodline will acquire some extraordinary talents during the fetal stage.
It was the blessing of the ancestors that allowed him to win at the starting line.
For example, to make the baby smart and good-looking. Of course, this requires a huge amount of merit.
It often requires the efforts of the entire family. This also explains why the orphans in Qidian Orphanage are always gifted with special abilities. Because those who can be sacrificed have been sacrificed.
Wen Xishu quickly arrived at the building and reached the first floor.
There are many people coming and going to handle various businesses. Businesses such as "dreaming", "returning the soul", "the first seven days after death", and "ancestors' blessing" are all handled in this building.
Not many people cared about the "Population Statistics Bureau" where Wen Xishu was going.
The Bureau of Vital Statistics is on the fourteenth floor.
The elevator was quite crowded, with many people heading to the 13th floor, which was called the Memorial Service for the Living.
The living often burn certain things for the dead. When the dead first come into this world, their earliest wealth is these burned things.
The thing is worthless. No matter how many tens of thousands or billions of paper money you burn, it is worthless.
These things don't earn you any merit.
But the "intention" attached to these things can be transformed into merit.
In other words, there are so many people in this world who really don't want you to die... Their longing for you can be transformed into your initial merits in the world of the dead.
In the thirteenth floor, some people are happy and some are sad. Some people think that they had many connections during their lifetime, and after their death, those people held grand funerals for them, but they did not gain any merit at all.
Some people have only one or two friends in their lifetime, and after their death they don’t even have a tombstone, only a tablet. However, because of those one or two friends, they have a considerable initial merit.
Of course, there are also people who have enormous amounts of merit once they enter the underworld.
The public officials who had worked here had handled the business of a certain great man. In the world of the living, that was a street-long mourning.
Wen Xishu could imagine that many people would break down on the 13th floor, and would only realize after death... who was the most precious to them.
He really wanted to watch the fun, but he was really busy today and in a hurry.
After arriving at the fourteenth floor, Wen Xishu quickly paid his merits and obtained the qualification to search.
The person in charge of doing things for him was also a minotaur, but he wore glasses, a tie and a suit, and did not have a battle axe in his hand, so he looked much more gentle.
"Welcome. Compared to downstairs, this place is relatively quiet. Whose information do you need?"
"I can't tell you the cause of his death. I can only tell you whether he is dead or not. I hope you can understand."
The Tauren were very polite.
Wen Xishu also said at this time:
"Can I know the age of the deceased?"
The Minotaur said, "Of course."
Wen Xishu asked again:
"Then can I directly check the death records of this year...only limited to the bunker world?"
Wen Xishu was not sure about the exact time point, so he planned to systematically go through the death records of the entire year, limited to those of people from the bunker world.
This way, there is no possibility of missing out on critical information.
The Minotaur thought for a moment:
"That's fine, but I have to deal with it first and block out all the causes of death. And..."
Wen Xishu raised his eyebrows: "And what?"
The Minotaur laughed and said:
"You have to pay more."
Wen Xishu suddenly became curious:
"Speaking of which, can the merits of the world of the dead be robbed?"
The Minotaur shook his head:
"Theoretically, yes. If a spirit destroys another spirit, it can gain its merits."
"This is how it is in the lower spirit area. The lower spirits will experience brutal struggles, and no one can reveal that they have merits, otherwise they will be attacked by other spirits."
"But the Supreme Spirits won't. You can't even hurt each other among the Supreme Spirits. Your attack power is infinitely weakened. Only the Law Enforcers have the authority to attack."
Wen Xishu's heart was slightly moved. Although my attack has been infinitely weakened...but I have a "bottom line".
Merit is very important. Wen Xishu realized that if you have merit, these monsters in the world of the dead will be very friendly and will provide all kinds of services.
Have to find a way to rob some merit.
Thinking of this, Wen Xishu suddenly understood:
"No wonder my previous life was called the Land of Sin. I heard that someone was really going to commit sin."
But now, he had to figure out one thing.
Mr. Jin, is he dead?
(End of this chapter)