My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 363: The Power Beyond Civilization

Jiang Xinghuo was somewhat caught off guard by this sudden change. Without any prior warning, he was suddenly caught here.

Jiang Xinghuo looked down again and saw that the clothes on his body were still the same ones in real life, not the defensive props equipped by the game character.

"Give us the ticket in your hand..."

Jiang Xinghuo looked up at the two paper figures in front of him. A dry and strange voice kept coming from the body of the paper figure on the right.

Looking at the two paper figures gradually approaching, Jiang Xinghuo felt a slight tingling on his scalp. He moved his left hand behind him silently, and a golden-red flame appeared.

The fire of the Kitchen God.

Jiang Xinghuo took advantage of this gap in time to take another look at the phone in his hand, and found that the game interface had crashed.

A red exclamation mark appeared in the middle of the screen and began to flash, as if it had been infected by some Trojan virus.

Jiang Xinghuo sighed lightly and put his phone into his pocket. When he took it out, there was a crumpled ticket in his hand.

Although he didn't understand how he came to the mortal world, the most urgent task now was to deal with these two strange paper figures first, and then consider other problems.

In ancient times, two peaches killed three warriors. Today, he wants to follow the example of his predecessors and try to see if he can kill two ghosts with one vote.

Jiang Xinghuo waved the ticket in his hand at the two paper figures.

When the two paper figures saw the ticket in his hand, they immediately stopped and a strange smile appeared on their pale faces.

It didn't seem like a big deal when viewed in the game text, but now, seeing the two paper figures grinning eerily face to face, Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

This is not a question of courage, but because these weird things are often closely related to daily life.

Coffins, white wax, ancestral halls, paper figurines, ghost marriages, wedding dresses, yellow paper, embroidered shoes, rice incense sticks...

Imagine, it’s the Ghost Festival, late at night, on a deserted street, and you suddenly see a big bowl of white rice with three incense sticks on it at a crossroads. What would your reaction be?
I believe that anyone with a normal brain would never take the initiative to kick the bowl over. Instead, they would keep a distance and avoid it, and walk as far away from it as possible.

"You guys want this?"

Jiang Xinghuo tried to shake the ticket in his hand.

The bodies of the two paper figures remained motionless, but the smiles on their faces grew wider and wider, and their eyes followed Jiang Xinghuo's hands and moved around.

damn it! !

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but swear and threw the ticket in his hand away. The success or failure depended on whether these two paper figures could resist being fooled.

"I only have one ticket here, but now I'm giving it all to you. You can decide how to distribute it..."

Jiang Xinghuo took two steps back, and the acupoints on his body glowed faintly. If these two guys were not easy to fool, he would have to use force.

The fire of the Kitchen God and the two evil spirits, the Dragon-Swallowing Silver Mother, can definitely be destroyed.

Of course, it would be best if they could avoid fighting. A train ticket is shared by two people, and they might end up fighting. Death together is the perfect ending.

I don’t know whether the two paper figures were really fooled or their brains have been idle for too long and their minds are not working properly.

Seeing Jiang Xinghuo throw the ticket on the ground, he couldn't wait to rush over and pick it up.

As a result, they collided with each other.

Immediately afterwards, the two paper figures actually started fighting in the ancestral hall. Although their bodies were made of paper, their flexibility was no less than that of flesh and blood.

The eerie ghostly aura permeated the ancestral hall, spreading and sweeping through it like huge waves or raging sea waves.

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but be secretly shocked. The cultivation levels of these two paper figures were higher than his. They were probably trapped for too long, so they fell into his trap of sowing discord.

Otherwise, if these two paper figures attack me together, I will be busy for a while, and it is hard to say whether I can win.

"This isn't a good place for sightseeing. It's almost time to leave."

Inside the ancestral hall, two paper figures were fighting fiercely, their bodies were already in pieces. Jiang Xinghuo prepared to leave the ancestral hall first and find a place to wait outside to avoid being implicated.

But just as he was about to leave, a faint coughing sound strangely echoed in his ears.

"Is there anyone else?"

Jiang Xinghuo stopped and looked around, but didn't find anything unusual.

"Could it be those coffins..."

Jiang Xinghuo's heart moved slightly, and he fixed his gaze on the coffins. A divine light flickered in his small pupils, but he found nothing.

But the strange coughing sound kept echoing in his ears, as if the person who coughed was sitting not far behind him.

Jiang Xinghuo turned around suddenly and found that the spirit tablet placed in the middle of the ancestral hall was emitting faint light at some point.

"This old graveyard is the home of an ancient deceased soul. After years of wear and tear, it has gradually lost its original divinity, but a trace of obsession still remains."

This is the information that Jiang Xinghuo knew from his Tathagata storehouse. This seemingly inconspicuous old tablet actually holds the soul of a dead person.

However, since he can entrust his soul to the ancestral tablet in the ancestral hall, I think this person is either the founder of Taiping Ancient Town or the descendant of the founder.

This should also be considered a relic of an old civilization, right?

Jiang Xinghuo remembered the materials needed to cast the "Limb Splicing Dharma Image", one of which was a relic of the old civilization.

But after thinking about it, Jiang Xinghuo always felt that it was a bit awkward to use other people's ancestral tablets to cast his own image.

This is like building your own house on top of someone else's ancestral grave. It doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it, and your house might even be haunted.

At this time, the fight between the two paper men also came to an end. In the end, the paper man with the dry voice won, and the paper man that fought with it had been torn into pieces.

But the paper man was also seriously injured. Half of his head was crushed, several transparent holes appeared on his chest, and one of his arms was torn off.

This injury would be enough to kill an ordinary person ten times, but the paper man is not flesh and blood, so there is no need to worry about dying from severe injuries or excessive blood loss.

The paper man dragged his broken body and slowly walked towards the ticket that fell on the ground, his eyes full of hope. As long as he got this ticket, he could leave this hellhole! !
However, just as it was about to pick up the ticket, another hand picked it up first.

Jiang Xinghuo blew away the non-existent dust on the paper figure, then looked at it with a bright smile.

"goodbye……"

Bang! !

A golden-red flame rose up like a dragon and instantly engulfed the paper man.

The fire of the Kitchen God contains the power of his divinity and has a very strong killing power against evil spirits.

This paper man had already suffered severe damage, and now it was enveloped by the Kitchen God's fire, which was its natural nemesis. In just a few breaths, the paper man turned into ashes in the Kitchen God's fire.

At the same time, the sound of a message alert came from the mobile phone. Jiang Xinghuo took out his mobile phone and opened it.

"You have successfully killed a remnant of the old world." "You have obtained 5 bounties."

"You now have five bounty orders and can enter the Bounty Niche Shop to select items. Do you want to enter the Bounty Niche Shop immediately?"

Bounty niche shop?

Jiang Xinghuo narrowed his eyes and remembered that he had accidentally opened this niche when he was exploring the Yellow River Underground Palace.

However, the transaction of goods in this niche requires something called a "bounty order".

In order to obtain bounty warrants, one must hunt down survivors from the old world, so that one can obtain enough bounties.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't take it too seriously at first. He didn't know if it would be windy or rainy tomorrow. Didn't he know how many bowls of rice he could eat?

That place is where even masters like Wu Zhu have to return empty-handed. If you go in there, you will just be sending yourself to death.

did not expect.

Today, by chance, I got a few bounty warrants.

Jiang Xinghuo chose yes and prepared to go into the niche shop to take a look and see how it was different from other niche shops.

However, the prices of the goods in the niche shop are really shocking, and at least 50 bounty orders are required to buy them.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the number of bounty warrants he had and silently put his phone in his pocket.

Alas! I am used to living a rich life, and suddenly I have to live a poor life. I am not used to it.

At the beginning, it had not been long since I entered the game.

By sheer luck, he destroyed the Yellow-skinned Immortal's plan in Dragon City, and the millions of incense sticks accumulated by the other party also became his spoils.

Come to think of it, Jiang Xinghuo really didn't worry too much about the incense.

But there is a way to quickly consume those incense points. There are many kinds of props sold in the niche shop, and there are many props above the legendary level, and the number of incense points required is also terrifying.

If he just let go and bought randomly, even if he got millions of incense sticks, it would not be enough for him to waste.

It's just not necessary.

Afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo walked around the ancestral hall again, which was different from the cold perspective of the text.

He can now use his own eyes to observe everything inside the ancestral hall.

Rows of old spirit tablets were placed in the middle of the ancestral hall, some were upside down on the table, some fell on the corners of the table, and some were completely cracked.

Only the memorial tablet placed alone at the top remained intact and was even flickering with a faint light.

But Jiang Xinghuo had no intention of taking it away. Inviting someone else's ancestor back to his own home, wasn't this just waiting to cause trouble for himself?

Jiang Xinghuo looked around the ancestral hall and had no interest in the coffins.

But just when he was about to leave, he found that there seemed to be something sparkling in the paper ashes on the ground.

"Did the equipment leak?"

Jiang Xinghuo's heart moved, and he walked over curiously, brushed aside the ashes, and picked up the thing.

But when he saw clearly what it was, his expression suddenly became strange.

Jiang Xinghuo was silent for a long time as he looked at the thing in his hand. It had that familiar metal texture, with complex integrated circuits, melted epoxy resin, and unique traces of industrial mass production.

This is a chip.

The epoxy resin sealing it has melted, revealing the delicate components.

Jiang Xinghuo held the chip and placed it a little further away to observe it carefully. He found that those components and complex integrated circuits vaguely constructed a complex electronic talisman.

"This time the joke is really too big..."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the torn paper man again, rummaged through the scraps of paper on the ground, and finally found a similar chip.

What's going on?

Chinese folklore has evolved into cyberpunk? ?
Jiang Xinghuo sucked his teeth, feeling that he had been wrong about many things. He simply sat cross-legged on the ground and began to sort out his messy thoughts.

He had always had a preconceived notion that the ancient secular civilization that had been destroyed was an ancient supernatural civilization that was highly similar to the secular world.

But judging from the chips on these two paper figures, the destroyed old secular world has already developed the technology of the real world, and even perfectly integrated the extraordinary power of the secular world with technology.

"The Mimicry Talisman (???), one of the perfect creations of the fusion of two different civilizations. As long as it is planted deep in the soul, one's consciousness can be transferred into the chip. Even if the body is damaged by external forces, the effect of the talisman can be activated through the power of the soul, and a body can be perfectly simulated with magic power."

"At the same time, you can also plant the mimicry talisman on the puppet, which can greatly extend the service life of the chip talisman and achieve another level of longevity, or even immortality."

Jiang Xinghuo activated his Tathagata-garbha and forcibly deciphered the secrets of the two chips.

Tathagatagarbha also suffered backlash from some kind of force, causing his eyes to feel sore and bitter, and filled with horrifying bloodshot.

Jiang Xinghuo opened his magic bag, took out the spiritual spring gourd and took a sip. The emerald green little dragon cub also coiled around his eye sockets, relieving the soreness and pain in his eyeballs.

After a while.

Jiang Xinghuo finally recovered and looked at the chip in his hand. He was almost certain now.

The level of development of that destroyed ancient secular civilization has far exceeded that of today's secular and real world, and it may have developed even more terrifying weapons.

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't imagine how brilliant the sparks would be if the various supernatural powers in the secular world were combined with modern thermal weapons.

For this reason, Jiang Xinghuo carefully kept the two chips close to his body. If this thing were leaked out, he would immediately become the target of public criticism.

No matter whether it is official forces or those civilian forces, they will not let me go.

A power that can allow people to achieve an alternative kind of immortality is enough to make everyone abandon their decency at any cost.

After Jiang Xinghuo put away the chip, he stood up from the ground, looked back at the tablet, then turned around and left the ancestral hall.

However, soon after he left the temple,
Inside the ancestral hall.

A coffin suddenly and silently appeared in the middle of the ancestral hall, and on the coffin sat a withered and dying old man.

His body was almost merged with the coffin. His cloudy and lifeless eyes stared at Jiang Xinghuo's receding back for a long time without any movement, and finally disappeared again.

But Jiang Xinghuo didn't know all this.

He left the ancestral hall and continued walking along the bluestone street. He did not use the map of Taiping Ancient Town, but just walked forward step by step...

(End of this chapter)