My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 321 Folklore Exhibition
The plot in the altar ended here. Jiang Xinghuo was confused. He only knew that the Sushen tribe was destroyed by someone, but there was no mention of who did it.

I don’t know whether it was not recorded in time because there was not enough time to carve it on the wall, or because of other unknown reasons.

Jiang Xinghuo waited in the altar for a while, trying to see if he could trigger other interactive options, but there was no subsequent text.

Is this the end?
Jiang Xinghuo thought about it for a while and felt that things would not be that simple, but he was still unable to trigger the subsequent plot.

In desperation, Jiang Xinghuo had to leave the Sushen tribal ruins first and decided to explore every day to see if there would be any discoveries.

In the next few days, Jiang Xinghuo did not open up any new maps.

Instead, he held the prayer tripod and wandered around Peking and the surrounding villages and towns all day to fulfill the wishes of the believers. In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.

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September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival.

The folk exhibition is scheduled for today, and the venue is a private memorial hall in the south of the city, which is similar to the classical architecture of the Republic of China period and is only occasionally open to the public.

Jiang Xinghuo had nothing to do today, so after breakfast, he took a bus to the memorial hall in the south of the city.

When we arrived, we saw that the exhibition had already begun. There were quite a few people visiting, and the noise was filled with the hustle and bustle of the city.

He also saw many of his colleagues setting up stalls here to sell things, with a wide variety of folk items on display.

It would be more appropriate to call it a trade fair rather than an exhibition.

Jiang Xinghuo strolled slowly while opening his treasure-hunting eyes, his small pupils flashing with barely visible light.

If there is anything good, it will definitely not be hidden from his eyes.

Although the games in the folk world have only appeared for a short time, the props and various methods in the secular world have already existed in this world for a long time.

Whether it is the "Nuo Mask of the Rain Master" handed down from ancient times, or the "Little Cave Heaven" left by Lord Tianji on the earth, they all confirm this point from the side.

Who knows, there may be props handed down from the secular world at this exhibition.

Jiang Xinghuo wandered around aimlessly, occasionally chatting with others, and then continued wandering around.

But at this moment, a faint golden-red light suddenly appeared in the treasure hunter's sight.

Ok?
Jiang Xinghuo was also stunned. He didn't expect there would be such an unexpected surprise. So he followed the source of the light and quickly locked onto the treasure.

It turned out to be a wooden talisman printing plate. As long as it was coated with cinnabar ink and pressed on yellow paper, it would become a complete talisman.

There was a pile of yellow talismans piled up next to it, and the cinnabar ink on them had not dried yet, obviously they were printed not long ago.

Logically speaking, these talismans coming off the assembly line would be of no use.

However, Jiang Xinghuo sensed the breath of magic power flowing from it, although the breath was very weak and would dissipate in a few days.

"Boss, how much is this?"

Jiang Xinghuo picked up the talisman template and opened the Tathagata Garbha at the same time. His small pupils flashed with a strange light and the corresponding information immediately appeared on his retina.

"The Lord's Hooking Plate (excellent item) is a strange craftsmanship creation from the underworld. It has the strange power to hook people's souls. As long as you stick it on the beam of the house, someone in the family will die within seven days."

"5000 yuan."

The stall owner held up five fingers and said mysteriously, "This is a magic tool handed down from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain. If you put the talisman printed out of it at home, it can ward off evil spirits, bring in a lot of money, and protect your family from all seasons of peace."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the stall owner, feeling speechless. He really dared to say anything. "Will you sell it for 50?"

Jiang Xinghuo was too lazy to waste time talking to him. It was obvious that the stall owner was asking for too much and was treating him as a sucker.

"No... this is too little."

The stall owner shook his head repeatedly, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said: "Why don't you add some more? This is a really good thing. It can be placed at home to ward off evil spirits and can also..."

"70."

Jiang Xinghuo curled his lips and said, "I'll give you 70 yuan at most. You can just take this thing back as a decoration. If it can really bless me with abundant wealth, why are you still selling goods here?"

The stall owner hesitated for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, slapped his thigh, and said, "Seventy is seventy, just consider it as making a friend."

Looking at the opponent's clumsy performance, Jiang Xinghuo felt that seventy was too much, and it could at least be cut in half.

However, Jiang Xinghuo didn't bother with him and directly stuffed the hook disc into his pocket, actually into the magic bag.

Then, he took out his phone and scanned 80 yuan for the other party, pointed at the stack of printed talismans and said, "I want these talismans too, pack them all for me."

"Okay, I'll pack it for you right away."

The stall owner happily took out a torn bag and put all the talismans in it.

The reason why Jiang Xinghuo did this was because he was worried about accidentally hurting others. Although this talisman was printed on ordinary yellow paper, the power on it would dissipate in a few days.

But if there is a seriously ill patient or an elderly person in poor health at home, and if the other party deceives you into buying this thing as a talisman for praying for blessings, I am afraid that it will not be good for you. You can just take it away by yourself. It is not worth much.

"You have obtained the Lord's Gou Die."

"It is said that this disc is a magical instrument bestowed by the Lord of Mount Tai to his soul-collectors. It is also a summons from the underworld. Anyone who receives the summons will die in seven days."

After reading the text, Jiang Xinghuo put his phone in his pocket and continued to wander around the exhibition.

But my luck wasn’t so good afterwards. After a whole morning, I didn’t find anything valuable.

Jiang Xinghuo went to the second floor again. The second floor was an exhibition of the owner's belongings. There were many glass display cabinets, which contained some fragments of ancient books and some cultural relics and antiques.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang outside the memorial hall, and all the glass around was shattered.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo heard screams of fear coming from downstairs, mixed with strange, inhuman roars.

problem occurs! !

Jiang Xinghuo was shocked, and didn't have time to think about it. Just when he was about to go downstairs to see what was going on, he saw a large number of people swarming up the stairs.

"what happened?"

Jiang Xinghuo grabbed a person's clothes and asked.

"There's a monster! There's a monster downstairs!"

The man's voice was trembling, and he was obviously frightened. He forcibly broke free from Jiang Xinghuo's hand and ran to the corner of the exhibition hall to hide.

"monster?"

Jiang Xinghuo frowned, let everyone pass, and stood guard at the stairs on the second floor. Then he saw a group of humanoid monsters with festering skin and bleeding bodies crawling up staggeringly from downstairs.

(End of this chapter)