My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 371 Embroidered Shoes

"You have obtained a large number of biological skeleton fragments."

"Number of biological skeletons: 537/1000."

Jiang Xinghuo explored around the ancient town according to the index on the map and found many fragments of biological skeletons.

The total number has exceeded half.

I don’t know why there are so many skeletons of creatures of different races in Taiping Ancient Town.

Perhaps many years ago, this place was really an invisible prison, used to imprison monsters of different races.

Jiang Xinghuo opened the map interface again. All the unlocked sub-maps in the ancient town have been explored almost completely.

In reality, several hours had passed.

Jiang Xinghuo looked up at the time, took out the sun flint given by the old man in the ancestral hall from his magic bag, and activated it by mobilizing the magic power in his body.

next moment.

Jiang Xinghuo felt that the scene around him was changing rapidly, and the real world was being pulled infinitely far away behind him until it finally disappeared completely.

When he looked up again, Jiang Xinghuo had already arrived at the ancient town of Taiping and was standing on a desolate and dilapidated street, surrounded by collapsed ruins.

Although it was not the first time he experienced this feeling, Jiang Xinghuo still felt very shocked.

Then, he took out the map of Taiping Ancient Town from his body, unfolded it, and found his location.

"We should go this way..."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the map in his hand while raising his head to observe the roads in the ancient town.

Although the map records the streets in the ancient town, there are still significant gaps due to visual proportions.

In addition, the roads in the ancient town are complicated and crisscrossed, and you will easily get lost if you are not careful.

Jiang Xinghuo referred to the map in his hand as he walked through the streets and alleys of the ancient town. It was still late at night.

The old man in the ancestral hall told him that the reason why Taiping Ancient Town did not sink into the ground was because it fell into the cracks of time when the end of the world came.

Time here is full of chaos and disorder. Perhaps for Jiang Xinghuo, only a few hours have passed since he last came here.

But for the elderly people in the ancestral hall, it may be just a gap of several years or even more than ten years.

The reversal of day and night is also completely irregular. It may be daytime in the last second, but in the blink of an eye, it will turn into a dark night.

In addition, time is the most unstable existence here, and the problem of time flow retrogression often occurs.

Just like the Nuo opera that Jiang Xinghuo encountered, it was just a small microcosm of the ancient town’s past.

It's happened here more than once.

If Jiang Xinghuo is lucky enough, he might be able to encounter the flashback of other time miniatures.

These are the original words of the old man in the ancestral hall.

The precursor to the reversal of time is the inexplicable bell sound. Every time the bell sounds in the town, time will flow backwards.

The old man tried to find the source of the bell sound more than once, but in the end he returned empty-handed without any clues or abnormalities.

Soon, Jiang Xinghuo arrived at the location of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was pitch black.

There were no unusual sounds.

Jiang Xinghuo stood outside the gate of the ancestral hall, hesitated for a while, and then walked in.

He didn't know whether the old man was still there, nor did he know how much time had passed in the ancient town for the old man.

Jiang Xinghuo walked into the ancestral hall and saw that many of the spirit tablets on the incense table had been broken into two halves.

At this moment, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly discovered that these words seemed to be vaguely engraved on the wall next to him.

When I got closer, I saw it clearly written: There is a treasure in the coffin, take it yourself.

Jiang Xinghuo raised his eyes and looked around, and found a black coffin in the corner. There was a treasure in the coffin, so this should be the coffin, right?

Jiang Xinghuo walked to the side of the coffin. The coffin lid was not nailed shut and could be opened easily.

Bang!
Jiang Xinghuo opened the coffin lid with his bare hands, and a pile of scattered limbs and bones came into view.

"This is……"

Jiang Xinghuo's eyes flickered and he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

This should be something that the old man prepared for himself. He knew that he wanted to forge a "limb splicing Dharma image", so he prepared these things for himself.

"Number of biological skeletons: 678/1000."

After Jiang Xinghuo put away the skeletons, relevant data suddenly emerged in his mind.

Now we are one step closer to casting the Dharma image.

But the old man never showed up, there were just some knocking sounds faintly heard in the ancestral hall.

Jiang Xinghuo had no choice but to leave the ancestral hall and pay his respects to the old man outside.

The old man in the ancestral hall had no relationship with me, but he gave me the prop of the Sunfire and also collected the materials needed to cast the Dharma image for me.

If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay the old man for his kindness today.

While thinking about these things, Jiang Xinghuo continued walking along the street, and soon he arrived deep in the ancient town.

The blue brick road also turned into a muddy loess road.

In the field of vision, one can vaguely see the dilapidated and deserted village standing at the end of the path under one's feet, shrouded in darkness and silence.

That is Jiang Xinghuo's destination.

When he came here before, he did not rush in because he was unclear about the situation.

But now he didn't care about those things. It wouldn't cause any harm to himself anyway. Even if he died here, he would just have to wait a few more hours.

Jiang Xinghuo walked along the muddy path beneath his feet, heading towards the village shrouded in darkness.

But when he reached the fork in the road leading to the Bodhisattva Temple, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly stopped.

After thinking for a moment.

The Salt Altar appeared in his hand.

"Edict!"

Jiang Xinghuo shouted softly.

Countless white salts swept out from the mouth of the jar, turning into a ferocious white-haired monster, which rushed towards the Bodhisattva temple with a huge wave-like white salt storm.

But in just a few moments, the Bodhisattva Temple was salted by the high concentration of storm salt and turned into a huge white statue.

Although it looks nothing special on the outside, it cannot withstand any external force at all. Even the slightest touch will immediately shatter it into countless salt grains.

Looking at the Bodhisattva Temple that had been turned into a statue by salt, Jiang Xinghuo nodded with satisfaction. It was a tit-for-tat, and this time no one owed anyone anything.

Jiang Xinghuo was holding the salt altar in his hand, and the acupoints on his body were sparkling.

The Black and White Impermanence, the Dragon-Swallowing Silver Mother, four huge evil spirits, appear and disappear around the body. Even if there is any emergency, they can respond in the first time.

Soon, Jiang Xinghuo reached the end of the path and came to the outside of the deserted and dilapidated village.

An eerie atmosphere lingered all around, and there was not a single sound in the village.

In his field of vision, all the houses had their doors and windows tightly shut, with only gusts of cold wind blowing past. Jiang Xinghuo looked up at the memorial archway at the entrance of the village, and the words on the wooden plaque hanging on it could no longer be seen.

After observing the scenes around him, Jiang Xinghuo turned his head and looked back, his expression suddenly froze.

I don't know when the path I came from disappeared, and the surrounding area was completely blocked by darkness and nothing could be seen.

"It's interesting."

Jiang Xinghuo narrowed his eyes slightly. This seemed like he was trying to force the guest to stay and force him to go into the village. If that was the case, there was no need to be polite.

The Thunder Ancestor's precious scroll flashed across his brow.

An evil spirit emerged from behind Jiang Xinghuo, and amidst the surging wind and thunder, it strode into the village.

It wasn't long after we entered the village.

Jiang Xinghuo saw a broken paper man lying in front of a house's door.

It was the substitute paper man who had entered the village earlier.

Jiang Xinghuo's heart moved, and he walked over to take a closer look. He found that the paper man was covered with burn marks and half of his body was burnt into ashes.

But before he could think about it carefully, Jiang Xinghuo felt a chill on his spine, as if something was staring at him.

So he immediately stood up and looked back! !
He quickly scanned the surroundings and saw that there was indeed a "person" standing in the shadow at the entrance of the village.

Or, it cannot be said to be a person,
Because the figure had a pale face, faintly black, and cloudy and lifeless eyes, just like a corpse.

Especially the dark yellow eye sockets, staring straight at Jiang Xinghuo.

And as Jiang Xinghuo moves, its eyeballs will also move.

A moving corpse!!

Zombies?!
After seeing that figure, Jiang Xinghuo raised his eyebrows and had a rough guess in his mind.

zombie.

This is a very ancient folk ghost. Jiang Xinghuo had encountered many similar evil creatures during his exploration of the game.

But this is the first time I've seen this thing in person.

Jiang Xinghuo picked up the paper man next to him and threw it at the "man". The Kitchen God's fire instantly exploded into a big fireball.

In the flash of fire, a pale face and cloudy eyes were revealed, which did not look like a living person.

This time Jiang Xinghuo was sure that the thing was really a zombie! !

The "person" seemed to be frightened by the fire, and suddenly opened his big, smelly mouth and pounced towards Jiang Xinghuo! !

Two fangs covered with saliva stuck out from the corners of his mouth, and a hoarse roar that was not like that of a human came from his throat.

"What a vicious zombie!"

Jiang Xinghuo stood still, but a silver-white lightning appeared on his palm, like a bolt of lightning breaking through the air, instantly piercing through the zombie's chest and nailing it firmly to the ground.

If it were an ordinary person, after suffering such an injury, he would have died with his internal organs shattered.

But the zombie was not affected at all. Although heavenly thunder is the nemesis of evil spirits, the zombie still stretched out its arms and kept waving its withered claws, trying to break free from the spear condensed by thunder energy.

"Still quite tenacious..."

Jiang Xinghuo was not in a hurry to kill the zombie. He just wanted to do some experiments on it to see what the weaknesses of zombie creatures were.

He remembered watching Uncle Ying's movies when he was a child, which said that people become bad people because of their failure, and become zombies because of having one more breath.

There is also a similar saying in the folk rumors circulating in the countryside.

It is said that after a person dies, he will exhale a breath of evil air. If this breath of evil air is not exhaled, there is a high chance that he will become a zombie after death.

Now, there is a chance to verify it.

Jiang Xinghuo pointed with his right hand, and a ray of lightning flew out from his fingertips. It only circled around the zombie's neck twice, and the zombie's head fell to the ground with a plop.

It rolled out more than ten meters away, then disappeared into the darkness.

Looking at the zombie again, it suddenly stopped struggling and was no longer as ferocious as before. Then a strange noise was heard.

It's like a deflated ball.

A stream of black smoke flew out from the zombie's broken neck, trying to escape into the distance.

"It's really a disaster..."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the black smoke that wanted to fly away, and flicked his finger lightly. A lightning arc shot out and caught up with the black smoke in an instant, turning it into nothingness in mid-air.

Without the support of evil spirits, zombies become empty shells.

Jiang Xinghuo threw out a spark, which directly ignited the body of the headless zombie. It burned into ashes with a sizzling sound and finally dispersed with the wind.

After dealing with all this.

Jiang Xinghuo looked back at the house behind him, only to find that the door that had been tightly closed had opened a crack at some point.

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but frown.

Could it be that the movement just now was too big and I accidentally opened the door?
Or was it opened for some other reason?
Jiang Xinghuo thought for a while and felt that instead of making random guesses here, it would be better to go in and take a look. The answer would naturally be revealed then.

But just as he was about to approach the house, he heard a rustling sound from inside, like the sound of someone walking.

There's someone in the room! Jiang Xinghuo's scalp tingled, and he immediately stepped back, ready to attack! !
Then, a trembling left hand stretched out from behind the gap in the wooden door, with a blood-stained paper money in the hand.

"Can you... help me... find my... grandson?"

An old and hoarse voice came from behind the door.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the hand holding the paper money, his eyes becoming more and more solemn, because this hand did not belong to a living person at all. The wrinkled and withered skin was covered with corpse spots the size of copper coins, and even white bones could be seen in some places.

"Can you... help me... find my... grandson?"

"Can you... help me... find my... grandson?"

The old voice behind the door repeated itself over and over again, like a ruthless repeating machine.

Jiang Xinghuo's eyes were thoughtful. He took out a substitute paper figure from the magic bag, painted the eyes with blood, and the paper figure took shape. He then controlled the paper figure to walk over and wanted to take the paper money.

But the moment the paper man took the paper money, red flames immediately ignited at his fingertips and quickly spread to his body until half of his body was burned to ashes, and then the flames gradually went out.

Jiang Xinghuo finally understood that this was how the paper man was destroyed.

"Can you... help me... find my... grandson?"

The sound behind the door continued to repeat mechanically, and the movements did not change at all.

“This is weird!”

Jiang Xinghuo originally wanted to break in through the door, but was worried that it might cause other accidents, so he simply went over and took the paper money.

He wanted to see what the other party was up to.

Just after Jiang Xinghuo took the paper money, the sound behind the door stopped abruptly and his hand retracted.

Jiang Xinghuo kicked the door open and walked into the house, only to find that it was shabby and no one was there. The kang next to it was covered with dust and the bedding had already rotted beyond recognition.

However, Jiang Xinghuo saw a pair of embroidered shoes on the table in the middle of the room.

A pair of red silk satin shoes with dragon and phoenix patterns, embroidered like bamboo shoots.

"You have discovered the remains of civilization from the old world, +1."

(End of this chapter)