I stared at the new icon that had suddenly appeared on my phone screen, my mind completely blank.
You'd think someone who had died once could accept any kind of weirdness. But this inexplicably appearing “Merit chat group” still sent a chill down my spine.
I bought the phone after I died, a brand-new domestic model with a clean System, just like my conscience. I hadn't even had time to install a messaging app in the less than twenty-four hours since I was reborn. Yet there it was on my lock screen: a golden lotus-shaped app icon, sticking out like it had been waiting for me to wake up.
I hesitated for three seconds, then tapped it.
The interface was simple, no different from an ordinary chat group. The group was called “Merit chat group,” and there were four people in it. No, five, counting me. The group owner was someone called “Daoist Priestess Qingxuan.” Her avatar showed an old woman in Daoist robes who looked well over eighty. There was also someone called “Little Fairy Sister,” whose avatar was a little girl with pigtails. She looked about three or four.
