The chilling sensation, Wen Xishu realized for the first time that he had severely underestimated Mr. Jin.
Mr. Jin managed to deceive Capricorn to bring back Xiaojin. In this story, Mr. Jin seemed to have paid a great price...
But what if everything was within Mr. Jin's calculations? If he could toy with Capricorn, why couldn't he toy with Sagittarius? Or...reach a cooperation with Sagittarius?
Wen Xishu was increasingly convinced that Mr. Jin didn't care about the Bunker; he only cared about his own country.
"All of this is based on one premise, that Mr. Jin isn't dead," Wen Xishu immediately concluded.
But Mr. Jin was dead, and the one alive was Liu Zhizai.
But what if the one who died was Liu Zhizai, and the one alive was Mr. Jin?
Wen Xishu's lips curled slightly upward.
"In the end, one of them is dead, no matter what, I will find you!"
Since Jin Zhenyuan appeared in the death register, that meant, in the world of the deceased, there must be such a person.
As long as he found this person, he could verify his suspicions.
Wen Xishu closed the death register and handed it over to the Minotaur.
The Minotaur smiled and said:
"You read so fast, you must have been a well-informed and knowledgeable person in life."
As long as you give enough merit points, these Netherworld workers have the quality that a service provider should have.
Wen Xishu just nodded and returned to the elevator.
Next, he needed to find "Jin Zhenyuan."
He needed to find out whether this Mr. Zhenyuan's surname was Jin or Liu.
The elevator descended from the fourteenth floor and stopped on the thirteenth floor, the level where merits from the living world were claimed.
After all, this was the most populated place, where newcomers to the world of the dead came to collect the "intentions of the living."
The usual story, some people are happy, others are sad.
Wen Xishu didn't care how many people realized only after dying who truly cared for them during life.
But he was concerned that the elevator was taking a bit long to stop, with too many people coming and going, making it seem crowded. Wen Xishu stood in the corner, waiting for the elevator to start moving again, reaching the building's ground floor, and ready to leave.
Someone else was also squeezed into the corner, a person intending to go up to the fourteenth floor.
But he realized he seemed to have entered the wrong elevator, ending up in the descending one.
He shrugged, a little self-deprecating about his carelessness, helplessly waiting to exit when the elevator reached the twelfth floor.
This person was about the same age as Wen Xishu, appearing young, with a handsome and dashing appearance, and a touch of heroism between the brows.
He seemed to be someone who had climbed the Slaughter Tower in his lifetime.
Wen Xishu had no intention of observing others, but the elevator was too crowded, and the person happened to be facing him directly, his gaze falling on the person's face, suddenly froze slightly.
So familiar.
Wen Xishu was sure he didn't know this person...but just felt an odd familiarity.
The person initially didn't see Wen Xishu either, but inevitably, when their eyes met...he too was slightly stunned.
His reaction was much more pronounced than Wen Xishu's.
His lips began to tremble, and his fingers started to curl involuntarily.
"Wen... Xishu?"
He knows me?
Follower?
No... This familiar face is definitely not a follower.
Wen Xishu did not respond, just looked at him.
"You are Wen Xishu! You are Wen Xishu!"
The person's face suddenly moved closer to Wen Xishu, as if to examine him carefully.
His expression seemed unwilling to see Wen Xishu, but gradually, looking at this incredibly familiar face, he displayed a complex expression.
Mockery, resentment, and some indescribable emotion.
The elevator reached the twelfth floor.
The twelfth floor was the place for handling matters related to the living world.
Comparatively, there were fewer people here.
After all, only those who accumulated significant merit could influence the living world. And for many unfulfilled spirits, merit was always scarce.
The person roughly pulled Wen Xishu by his collar, dragging him to the twelfth floor.
Wen Xishu didn't resist.
Because he seemed to recognize who the person was too.
"You are that fool Wen Xishu, aren't you?"
"Tell me! Aren't you that fool Wen Xishu? Speak up!"
The man lowered his voice, growling:
"Do you think, by not speaking just as before, I won't recognize you? Fool, do you think Wen Chaohua would still come to save you?"
"Stupid! Stupid!"
The man raised his fist, seemingly ready to strike Wen Xishu in the face, Wen Xishu neither dodged nor spoke, just steadfastly looked at the man.
"Bastard, you think I won't dare hit you? The happiest thing I did as a child was to hit you! Beat you, idiot! Bastard!"
The man eventually didn't strike, just retracted his fist and grabbed Wen Xishu's collar again.
Wen Xishu seemed frightened, his eyes...sparkled with tears.
Some childhood fears stemmed from the memory of another soul inside him.
This was Wen Xishu's brother...another brother named Wen Tingyun. From the fool's second uncle's family. The one throughout childhood, the fool least wanted to face, the one he feared the most.
Because Wen Tingyun would always bully him, tease him, mock him.
He couldn't fight back against Wen Tingyun, so he could only cry. Crying was the fool's most effective means of counterattack, although Wen Tingyun would enjoy the fool's crying, the corresponding tears would summon Wen Chaohua.
Wen Xishu really didn't expect...
In this place, to encounter his family, or rather, the fool's family. Of course, so far, what he experienced was the fear originating from the fool.