The person who recognized Wen Xishu, Wen Xishu indeed did not know, the population density of the Bunker is still quite exaggerated.
Wen Xishu also realized that he needed a mask.
[You've realized you need a change of face, which isn't difficult. In the world of the deceased, various services are always available, and people pay Merit to indulge their desires.]
[Appetite is just one of them. As long as you have Merit, you can enjoy many desires that you couldn't in life. The finest beauties can gather to provide services unsuitable for children, or you can become someone incredibly beautiful yourself. You could also acquire a small piece of the world, where you possess supreme power. Of course... you can't satisfy the desire for resurrection.]
The words appeared timely.
Wen Xishu suddenly had a strategy:
"Ah, yes, yes, I am the Sect Hierarch Wen Xishu of the Xishu Divine Teaching, my children, at ease! I knew this face was worth it, spending any amount of Merit is worth it!"
Upon hearing this, the follower seemed to understand:
"You mean, you're not the Sect Leader, you bought the face of the Sect Leader?"
Wen Xishu said:
"Can't I? Master Wen is impeccable, both civil and martial arts, his merit lasts a thousand autumns, graceful and dashing, immortal longevity. I couldn't imitate him in life, can't I after death?"
The follower breathed a long sigh, although he was disgusted by the other's desecration of the Sect Leader, thinking like this, it's truly good that the Sect Leader hasn't died.
And there were quite a few people around, suddenly slapping their foreheads:
"Right, why didn't I think of spending Merit in this way?"
"Save it, four-figure Merit, can you afford it just to change your face?"
The souls after death, suddenly arriving in a strange world, are all lonely.
To gain some sense of recognition in this lonely world, the best way, of course, is to have a face.
But at this moment, the follower said:
"Everything you have in the Underworld is false... because those who approach you, knowing you aren't the owner of that face, will leave you."
"Accumulate Merit well, don't spend in advance."
The young fellow is quite rational. The desire to change one's face is indeed a high consumption.
Wen Xishu was intrigued, this street was not the place to talk:
"I still have some Merit; can I buy you a drink?"
"I have nothing to talk about with you, an evildoer desecrating the Sect Hierarch's visage, go away." the follower said.
Pure, very pure, this might be one of the elites of our Xishu Divine Teaching, purity second only to Ah Miao and Wen Xiangge... no, might not lose to them.
Wen Xishu sighed:
"I merely admire Master Wen; he has given me a lot of strength. Actually, it's not wicked, it's just that this face gives me a sense of security in this Netherworld."
"Though I've desecrated the Sect Leader, ultimately it's because of this face that I found people from the Xishu Divine Teaching."
"I just want to chat with you... eh."
Wen Xishu's words made the young fellow somewhat guilty.
"Alright, alright."
The two of them went to a café.
The entertainment facilities in this city are very rich, as long as you have Merit, you can enjoy anything that was enjoyable in life.
Of course, it's the same thing again, Merit is not easy to earn.
Wen Xishu ordered two cups of the cheapest water, also spending five points of Merit, lamenting that the prices in the underground world are a bit too fierce.
The thousand Merit left by the seven-colored crow is actually a considerable asset.
But he just took a ride, spending more than half.
After sitting down, they realized the café was almost empty.
"It's said the more retro the area, the easier it is for people to accumulate Merit; they lived in ancient times, when people were used to working all day."
"Yet we, once without some equipment, don't know what to do."
"Thus in the Underworld, the consumption level of ancient times is instead higher."
"Oh, by the way, my name is Huang He. Joined the Xishu Divine Teaching last year."
Under Wen Xishu's coaxing, Huang He already had a strong desire to communicate.
Wen Xishu said:
"How did you die?"
Upon asking this, Huang He suddenly fell into a dazed state.
The text prompt appeared once more.
[Although the great and handsome Brother Crow told you this world has many people who died inexplicably, heroically, bizarrely, or suffocatingly... but the majority of people don't know how they died.]
[Death takes away part of the memory. You should be able to understand, this is a safety setting.]
Seeing these prompts, Wen Xishu instantly understood.
The situation was a bit complicated.
"In other words, it's a mistake prevention mechanism; I can't ask someone's cause of death... at least not directly from the deceased."
"Suppose I know how someone will die in the future, returning to reality, I could make that person avoid doing certain things, preventing death by that cause?"
"But the world of the deceased surprisingly has a preventive mechanism; the deceased forget how they died."
"However, I don't need to worry; he may not know how he died, but he might know how others died."
Wen Xishu thought:
"Brother Huang, why did you join the Xishu Divine Teaching? I was sick at the time, lacked money for treatment, thought of betting at the Deceit Tower, that's when I joined the Xishu Divine Teaching, needed some courage and faith."
Huang He looked surprisingly at Wen Xishu:
"Your experience is somewhat similar to that of Saintess Ah Miao."
Wen Xishu almost spat out a mouthful of tea, how could Ah Miao be a saintess?
Huang He said: