My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 209 Borrowing Yin Shou

Looking at the text on the virtual interface in front of him, Jiang Xinghuo came into the park and walked deep into the flower garden.

Now is the time when flowers are in full bloom. Walking among the flowers, the rich fragrance keeps filling your nostrils.

Jiang Xinghuo wanted to try this out to see if this shared live broadcast could really allow two people to share their consciousness, or if someone was using some unorthodox methods from the secular world to do something wrong.

"It's nice to be able to smell the flowers before dying."

Another line of text popped up on the virtual interface.

Jiang Xinghuo's pupils shrank slightly.

for the rest of the time.

Jiang Xinghuo did a few more tests, and he followed the instructions on all the texts that appeared on the virtual interface.

Although the principle of this consciousness sharing live broadcast has not yet been figured out.

But one thing is certain.

That is, through the mechanical capsule, others can really feel what they see and hear, including various senses and emotions.

However, although this live broadcast room can share consciousness, there seem to be differences between the mechanical capsules.

Like now.

He could receive messages from another capsule holder, but he could not transmit his own thoughts to the other party and could only receive them passively.

Soon, it was evening.

The owner of the capsule exited the live broadcast room, and his avatar also dimmed.

At the same time, the cold mechanical voice sounded again.

[You have live-streamed for five hours today and earned a total of 4,000 yuan. Do you want to withdraw the money immediately? ]

Two thousand yuan?
Jiang Xinghuo was stunned. Four thousand yuan for five hours, that means an hourly wage of 800 yuan. This income is beyond imagination.

In other words, even if he does nothing, as long as he ensures more than five hours of live streaming every day, he can easily earn more than 100,000 yuan a month.

This profit is enough to make many people jealous.

Jiang Xinghuo tried to withdraw cash.

The virtual interface flashed.

A line of text appears.

[Your earnings have been withdrawn]

Followed by.

The cell phone came to mind.

Jiang Xinghuo took out his cell phone and saw that it was a text message from the bank indicating that he had just received 4,000 yuan.

"It's really getting more and more weird..."

Jiang Xinghuo remembered that he only registered as a user using his fingerprint, and did not bind his identity information and bank card number.

Pianpian withdrew the money from the shared live broadcast into the bank card.

Jiang Xinghuo sent his afternoon findings to Lin Tianshou via a voice message on WeChat.

After a while, Lin Tianshou responded and sent him a key and an encrypted document.

Jiang Xinghuo opened the encrypted document according to the key sent by Lin Tianshou.

However, what surprised Jiang Xinghuo was that the contents recorded in the encrypted document were actually two stories from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The first story takes place in the third year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, when the Ming Dynasty had just been founded and everything was in ruins.

But in the capital city right under the feet of the emperor, an extremely strange thing happened.

At that time, there was a long-established medical clinic in the capital, which had been in business for generations. But for some unknown reason, one day, the clinic suddenly closed its doors and refused to see anyone seeking medical treatment.

Moreover, strange noises were often heard at night.

Such anomalies soon alarmed the neighbors.

The neighbor didn't know what was going on, and out of curiosity, he climbed over the wall and took a sneak peek at night when no one was around.

Well, he was frightened by this sight.

Inside the yard, a white-haired old man was tied to a chair. In front of him was a young boy who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to the old man.

It looks like a son kneeling down to pay homage to his father. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a loving father and a filial son.

But to the neighbors, something was wrong. It was normal for a son to kowtow to his father and there was nothing to say.

But I have never heard of any son tying up his father, gag him, and making him kowtow.

Looking at the old man again, he was also very reluctant. Not only was his tears streaming down his face, but his brows were also filled with fear. He kept struggling while sitting on the chair.

More importantly, the neighbors have had a long-standing friendship with this family and are very familiar with the grandfather and son who run this clinic.

The old man tied to the chair is not the head of the clinic at all!

On the contrary, the young man who kept kowtowing looked somewhat similar to the owner of the clinic.

Seeing such a strange scene, the neighbors immediately reported it to the police.

After receiving the report, the Chief Justice immediately sent bailiffs to come over.

When they opened the door, they saw that the old man had already died. Only skin and bones were left. His hair had all fallen out and he looked extremely old.

As for the young man, he had disappeared long ago, as if he had never appeared.

Later, the Ministry of Justice searched the entire clinic and found an ancient book in the study, which recorded an evil technique called "Borrowing Life from the Dead".

Borrowing Yin's lifespan means using one's own blood as a bond, through some ancient and strange rituals, to transfer the lifespan and fate of others to one's own body.

This kind of evil magic is often seen on dying elderly people who have not much time left, or on poor people who want to change their fate.

They often resort to the method of borrowing the lifespan of the dead, borrowing all the lifespan of their sons or grandsons onto themselves.

In this way, the old man who borrows his life will become younger and younger, and his descendants whose lives are borrowed will become older and older, until all the lifespan is borrowed away, and their bloodline is dried up.

After reading this story, Jiang Xinghuo recalled the photos Lin Tianshou gave him. Those young men in their twenties, who were in their prime, became old in a very short period of time.

It is very similar to the method of borrowing Yin's life recorded in the documents. Although there are not so many strange rituals, who stipulates that there is only this method to borrow Yin's life.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the second story again.

This story takes place during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. The development of the event is almost exactly the same as the previous one, in that both involve an old man forcibly borrowing the lifespan of his descendants.

The only difference is that the old man who borrowed Yin Shou from the Qing Dynasty wanted to forcibly plunder the prince's fate.

As a result, he was chopped into meat paste on the spot by the officers of Shuntian Prefecture, and the prince died young. Otherwise, history might have been changed.

"Borrowing Yin Shou..."

Jiang Xinghuo's brows seemed to be filled with thought.

Could it be that this live broadcast of shared consciousness is the ritual procedure for borrowing Yinshou?

However, everything has to have a purpose. What is the purpose of Lingguan Technology researching this kind of thing?
Looking for money?

Not like...

According to Lin Tianshou, the price of this live broadcast device is not high, only around 5,000 yuan, and ordinary people can afford it.

If they wanted money, they could just sell it to the wealthy at a high price. The money they would get would surely be an unimaginable astronomical figure.

If it's not for money... then there must be some other purpose... what could it be?

(End of this chapter)