My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 3 Iron Shirt

"You have come to Longcheng. As early as the era of the old dynasty, this place was the central town under the jurisdiction of the capital. It is only more than 200 miles away from Beiping City. It controls the North-South Canal and the docks for both water and land transportation. It is the most prosperous place in the secular world."

"Nowadays, Dragon City is more prosperous and bustling than before. People from all walks of life gather here. The capable ones eat meat, while the incapable ones drink porridge. Moreover, the Hu Huangxian family often appears."

"But it's not a peaceful place anyway."

"You have just arrived, and you are listening to the gossip of the people passing by. You plan to stroll around Dragon City and experience the local customs and practices."

"But the market here is extremely prosperous, and with the convenient water transport, hundreds of businesses from the north and south gather here, and it is well connected. There are many places to go. Where do you plan to go first?"

"Longcheng Museum, Wong Tai Sin Temple, Police Station, Funeral Street, Baishui River, Wuguan Street, Teahouse, Pawnshop, City God Temple, Wanghai Lane..."

A lot of options popped up on the screen. Jiang Xinghuo roughly counted them and found that there were about twenty or thirty of them. This time, he was like a country bumpkin entering the city, and his eyes were opened and his knowledge was broadened.

According to his past gaming experience, there are quite a few plots that can be triggered on such a large map. It will take more time to go through them all. If he dies a few more times, it will take even longer. So he will just take them one at a time.

"You choose to go to Wuguan Street for a stroll."

"You have come to the bustling and bustling martial arts street, where there are many martial arts schools, including southern fists, northern kicks, swords, spears, and sticks. All the major schools of traditional Chinese martial arts are gathered here."

"As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. In order to compete for the reputation of the best martial arts hall in Longcheng, the major martial arts halls fight each other endlessly. There is a fight almost every day."

"You knocked on the door of a martial arts school."

"The disciples of the martial arts school came out and saw you, and asked if you wanted to become their disciple or challenge them."

There are two options: becoming a disciple or challenging a master.

Jiang Xinghuo thought about it and finally decided to become a disciple. If he chose to challenge the master, there would be a high probability that he would not have a good ending, so it is better to be cautious.

"You said you were here to become a disciple, so the disciples of the martial arts school led you inside and found the master of the martial arts school."

"But you forgot one thing, that is, you are penniless and don't have the tuition fee for becoming a disciple. The master thought you were making fun of him and was furious, so he swung his eyebrow-high stick and attacked you with a series of moves."

"You were beaten so badly that your bones were broken and you were thrown out of the martial arts hall."

"You struggled to stand up from the ground, not noticing the looks from a few strangers on the street."

When Jiang Xinghuo saw this line of text, he felt something was wrong and wanted to leave immediately, but he was unable to control the game character at all. This was the drawback of text games, and he could only follow the text.

"Not long after you left the martial arts gym, you were hit by a club in an alley. While you were unconscious, your eyes were dug out and your heart was removed, and your stomach was cut open."

"You are dead..."

Damn it! Jiang Xinghuo was stunned. It was so disgusting that he opened the door to disgust. It was so disgusting that not only did he get beaten up for nothing, but he also died so miserably in the end.

"You came to the world of the dead again, and the ferryman of the Styx rejected you again. He said that you were carrying the curse of exile, which was an ominous power. You would never be accepted by the world of death."

Jiang Xinghuo sighed helplessly. Well, it was another eight hours of death penalty. This was the mechanism of the game and players could not violate it at all.

But just when he was about to put down his phone, an unexpected surprise suddenly appeared.

"You found a dead soul by the River Styx. He is waving at you and seems to want something. Do you want to go over?"

Two options, go or leave.

Jiang Xinghuo thought for a while and finally chose to go. He was already dead anyway, and there was nothing to do but wait. What if he could trigger some mission event?

"You chose to go over and talk to him."

"He was very happy and introduced himself to you. It turned out that he was the head of the Yan Family Martial Arts School in Longcheng Martial Arts Street. He got drunk and smashed the statue of Wong Tai Sin, which angered Wong Tai Sin. As a result, he developed an evil sore on his body and died in agony. He died too hastily and was unable to pass on his family's martial arts in time. He was unwilling to give up and thus has been wandering on the banks of the Styx." "He hopes that you can take a message for him and tell his family where the secret book is hidden. In return, he is willing to teach you all his unique skills."

"Are you willing to help him?"

There are two options again, reject and agree.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't think much about it and chose to agree directly.

"You have learned the hiding place of the 'Yan Family Secret Manual'."

"You have obtained the Iron Shirt."

As the character in the game obtained the Iron Shirt, Jiang Xinghuo also felt the changes, as if countless small bugs were biting his body.

Not only did the fatigue in his body disappear, but when he went to the bathroom and took off his shirt, he found that his originally thin body actually had clear muscle lines.

"Iron Shirt (common item), internal training of the breath, external training of the muscles, bones and skin, a traditional Chinese martial art, can slightly improve physical fitness, and train the muscles and skin of the body to be extremely tough, like a cover of iron, hence the name, can offset most of the damage caused by blunt weapons, but cannot withstand attacks on the head."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the description of the Iron Shirt and briefly summarized it. It was a very powerful skill for taking beatings. As for whether it could hit people, he would have to wait until he came online and found a monster to try it out.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinghuo looked up at the time. There was no hope for tonight, so he had to quit the game first, then pack up and go to the commercial street to find a small shop for a midnight snack.

The shop owner brought the food over quickly, but unexpectedly the meal was not peaceful.

"A portion of tofu that is about to go bad."

"A bowl of leftover rice from last night."

"A plate of stinky ribs."

"A cabbage with a rotten heart."

"..."

Looking at the various information appearing in his small pupils, Jiang Xinghuo lost his appetite instantly. What an unscrupulous merchant, not only did he sell overnight meals, but he also fed people spoiled food, and he was not afraid of retribution.

Just at this moment, there were noisy shouting and shrill sirens coming from outside.

Many people ran out to watch the excitement, and some took out their mobile phones from their pockets to take videos, while filming, they said something like: There is a fire, the fire is very big, call the police quickly, etc.

Jiang Xinghuo followed him out and was immediately startled. It was already night, but the department store not far away was like dusk, completely bathed in red light, with thick smoke billowing into the sky.

Even though he was standing a hundred meters away, he could still feel the heat coming in, making his face feel hot.

There were already several fire trucks parked under the department store.

boom!
At this moment, the tempered glass of the department store exploded while burning, making a loud noise, and glass shards flew everywhere, causing another round of exclamations from the surroundings.

"The fire burned too quickly..."

Jiang Xinghuo stood in the distance, looking up at the department store.

In just a short while, the flames had already reached the top floor and the entire building was surrounded by flames. The fire brigade outside was unable to rush in to rescue.

You know, it was just past eight o'clock, which was when the nightlife began. Many people gathered in the commercial street. In addition, the fire was too fierce and there was no time for people to react. Many people were trapped in the building.

But at this moment, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly noticed that a huge figure flashed in the fire scene, and then there was a loud bang, and the fire began to weaken, with faint signs of being suppressed.

(End of this chapter)