No matter his status or strength, in theory, he should still be above Wen Xishu.
But the earlier mention of "Liu Zhizai" by Wen Xishu caught him off guard.
Because right now, after all, he's no longer Liu Zhizai.
So instinctively, he wondered if Wen Xishu had figured something out.
Why does this restless spirit keep haunting him, even following him here?
Thinking this way, his initial aura weakened.
But now, Liu Zhizai regained his senses; this is the Upper Spirit District, not the Lower Spirit District, where there is no conflict between spiritual bodies.
Even if you, Wen Xishu, guard me here, what can you do?
"I have nothing to talk to you about; you're now just like me, a deceased person. The dead should let go of obsessions."
Everyone's a deceased; no one can do anything to anyone, so Liu Zhizai becomes confident.
Wen Xishu said:
"I need to know why you're wearing Mr. Jin's appearance, why your name isn't on the death register, yet Liu Zhizai, why are you here?"
Liu Zhizai was no longer afraid, frowned, and said:
"It's absurd. I don't understand what you're saying. I am Jin Zhenyuan, not Liu Zhizai."
Wen Xishu applauded:
"Alright, alright, do you think I can't do anything to you?"
Liu Zhizai said:
"Do you think this is a Deceit Tower or a Bunker? This is the Netherworld! Even if a god, even if the god with a drawn bow and arrow, if I desecrate him here, he can't do anything to me, let alone you?"
Wen Xishu said nothing more, suddenly appearing next to Liu Zhizai.
Then he patted Liu Zhizai's shoulder, the pat carrying an implied strength, but to outsiders appeared like old friends catching up.
Liu Zhizai was shocked inside, he actually felt some sort of power!
This is impossible!
Things beyond his understanding happened. He stared wide-eyed, in disbelief, at Wen Xishu.
Wen Xishu laughed:
"Don't make a sound, or I won't hesitate to shatter your spiritual body. After dying, you can die again, you know? After dying again, there's nothing left."
Liu Zhizai dared not speak further.
Wen Xishu broke Netherworld's rules?
How could that be possible?
Things beyond normal logic made Liu Zhizai's brain a bit chaotic.
By the time he reacted, Wen Xishu already took him outside the building.
Then, under Wen Xishu's restraint, Liu Zhizai was forcibly brought to a basement with few spiritual bodies.
Wen Xishu said:
"I'm still not sure if you're a hero sacrificing yourself or a victim of some conspiracy, so I haven't been overly disrespectful to you."
"But you also know, I can harm spiritual bodies. I can shatter souls."
"Understand?"
Liu Zhizai hadn't yet snapped out of the strangeness, still couldn't believe Wen Xishu was even more bizarre than the presence within the Deceit Tower.
This is the Netherworld!
Wen Xishu said:
"Now, you must answer my questions. If you don't want your soul to scatter, if you still want to receive that merit, to be a carefree dead in the Netherworld, you'd best answer every one of my questions truthfully."
Liu Zhizai really wanted to refuse, but as the words reached his mouth, he still said:
"You… what do you want to know?"
Wen Xishu said:
"Tell me, is Jin Zhenyuan dead or not?"
Liu Zhizai hesitated no longer and actually blurted out:
"Dead, Mr. Jin is dead, went to the Lower Spirit District!"
The Lower Spirit District is really perilous, and Wen Xishu knows full well that going there means truly no return.
Even for the Demon King, death is just a minute's matter down there.
So Wen Xishu dared not go to the Lower Spirit District.
"The founder of Bunker went to the Lower Spirit District? So many people respect him; how could he go there?"
"Moreover, Mr. Liu, your answers to my questions were overly hasty, making me feel there's a problem."
Wen Xishu said:
"Do you know, I actually have a very special technique for gathering information in the Desire Tower."
"Coincidentally, this technique is also applicable in the Netherworld."