My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 391 Female Corpse
Jiang Xinghuo sat in front of the computer, checking the domestic map, and finally found the place that matched the map marking in Fengdu County in the mountain city.

Bang!
A golden-red Kitchen God fire ignited in Jiang Xinghuo's palm, and the map of Fengdu Palace was burned to ashes without leaving any obvious trace.

He has memorized the map in his mind. Although he doesn't know what is hidden there, he may go and take a look if he has the chance in the future.

Recently... let's just forget about it.

Because it would be useless even if he went there. Not to mention whether he could find the entrance to Fengdu Palace, even if he found the small cave opened up by Fengdu, there was no way for him to get in now.

Since he only has one key in his hand, the prompt message given by the game is very clear. Only when three keys are gathered together can the door of Fengdu Palace be opened.

Jiang Xinghuo let out a long sigh, then turned off his computer, picked up his cell phone, and entered the alcove of the teahouse.

He planned to buy some more raw materials to make the God-Binding Talisman.

The plots in the game develop in all kinds of strange ways. No one knows which cloud will bring rain, and you never know when you might encounter precious and rare monsters.

At that time, if there was no God-Binding Talisman of high enough quality, wouldn't there be nothing to do but miss out on this great opportunity?

This time, Jiang Xinghuo spent a lot of money and bought five sheets of black talisman paper, as well as cinnabar pens, ink and other materials for drawing talismans.

In addition, he specially spent 20,000 incense sticks to buy a piece of golden talisman paper as a last resort.

soon.

Five rare quality God-Binding Talismans have just been released.

The black talisman paper kept flashing dazzling golden light. Jiang Xinghuo took out one of them, put the remaining four into the magic bag, and then walked into the magic space.

Looking at the remnant of Di Ting covered with bumps and dents in front of him, Jiang Xinghuo stuck the black soul-binding talisman in his hand on the surface of the stone.

The talisman paper instantly turned into ash and dissipated.

Just when Jiang Xinghuo's heart sank and he thought he was going to fail again, the mark of the God-Binding Talisman appeared on the surface of Di Ting's body.

"Successful?"

Jiang Xinghuo was a little unsure.

He tried to communicate with the Di Ting in front of him. As long as the monsters were suppressed by the divine talisman, they would establish a spiritual connection with him.

After a moment, he received a response from Di Ting. Although it was only a few remains, Di Ting still had his own wisdom.

While Jiang Xinghuo was happy, he also began to think about what kind of creature Di Ting was.
He had never heard of any monster or demon that would gain intelligence after part of its body was chopped off.

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Xinghuo still couldn't figure out anything. He could only put this question aside for the time being and started communicating with Di Ting and asked him what abilities he had.

Perhaps because of his incomplete body, although Di Ting was able to communicate with Jiang Xinghuo, his reaction was somewhat slow.

Fortunately, Jiang Xinghuo had enough patience to wait, and soon he figured out the abilities that Di Ting possessed.

That is, the assassination.

As the name suggests, it can spy on the information of all things, sense in all directions, and there is nothing hidden in the world.

Moreover, this spying information is not only an enhancement of the senses of the eyes and ears, but can also be connected to modern electronic devices.

It can even connect to orbiting satellites.

Of course, this has a very important premise.

That is, Jiang Xinghuo’s cultivation must be strong enough to connect Di Ting’s consciousness with the satellite’s data terminal background.

He obviously doesn't have that ability now. At best, he can find some information through the Internet, and the coverage of the field is also very limited.

Jiang Xinghuo secretly estimated that the coverage radiating from the store to the surrounding area could only cover about two kilometers at most.

If there are more, it won’t work.

After doing all this.

Jiang Xinghuo put Di Ting into an acupuncture point in his body. This time he chose the heart area, which is an acupoint on the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian. The heart stores the spirit, so it is named Shenzang Point.

In this way, Jiang Xinghuo can trigger the ability of listening carefully as long as he thinks about it. It is convenient, fast, simple and efficient.

All matters have been dealt with.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the time. It was already late, so he went to bed and said he would talk about it tomorrow.

…………

There was nothing to say all night, and it was dawn the next day.

Wake up early in the morning and open your eyes.

Jiang Xinghuo felt that all the fatigue in his body had disappeared, and he had recovered well both physically and mentally.

After washing.

Jiang Xinghuo went outside and had a delicious breakfast.

Without the burden and pressure in my heart, the world seems to become colorful. It is the same food, but it tastes especially delicious today.

"Have a girlfriend?"

The boss who was cooking noodles glanced at Jiang Xinghuo and asked with a smile.

"No, just something happy."

Jiang Xinghuo grinned and did not hide his emotions. After all, he was already very familiar with his boss.

The two of them were busy with their own things while chatting about family matters. After dinner, Jiang Xinghuo was about to return to the store when a familiar figure walked into the breakfast shop.

"Boss, one tray of pork buns, one bowl of plain noodles, two eggs, one bowl of old tofu, five pasties, a bowl of soy milk, and two sugar-coated pancakes."

The person who spoke was a young man, who looked about the same age as Jiang Xinghuo, but his face was very pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes, as if he had not slept for a long time.

After hearing what the other party said, the boss looked at him and kindly reminded him: "Young man, can you eat so much?"

"Yes, go ahead."

The young man responded absentmindedly, found a random seat to sit down, and happened to see Jiang Xinghuo sitting opposite him.

"Old ginger?"

The young man's tone fluctuated slightly, as if he had seen an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, or as if he had seen some backbone.

Jiang Xinghuo also stood up from his seat, sat opposite him, and asked with a smile: "You still haven't changed this habit?"

"It can't be changed in this lifetime."

The young man smiled bitterly, shook his head, and pushed the soy milk he had just brought in front of Jiang Xinghuo.

"Eat some more with me."

Jiang Xinghuo was not polite. Although he had just finished his meal, with his current physical fitness and digestive ability, he could quickly digest even if he ate three times more food.

Likewise, he could go without food or water for several days without feeling noticeably hungry.

"What's wrong? What happened again?"

Jiang Xinghuo asked while sipping soy milk. The young man's name was Zhou Ze, and he was an old classmate of Jiang Xinghuo. They went to school together from elementary school to high school.

Although we later went to different universities and studied different majors, we kept in touch.

In addition, the other party also works in Binhai, so when they have nothing to do, they often go out together to eat barbecue.

But Zhou Ze had a very strange habit, that is, whenever he encountered difficult and tricky things, he would find a place to have a big meal, and he would eat quite a lot.

"Oh, don't mention it. I'll tell you after dinner when there's no one around."

Hearing Jiang Xinghuo's words, Zhou Ze sighed, grabbed the bun and threw it into his mouth.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't urge him and just watched him wolf down the food, but in the end he felt a little scared.

"Okay, stop eating."

Jiang Xinghuo snatched the chopsticks from Zhou Ze's hand, looked at the dishes piled up next to him, immediately took out his mobile phone to scan the code to pay, and forcibly dragged him out of the breakfast shop.

"Big Hawthorn Pills, to aid digestion."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at Zhou Ze and was worried that he might get sick from eating, so he took out a hawthorn pill from his magic bag and handed it to Zhou Ze for him to eat.

"It's okay, just find a place to sit for a while."

Zhou Ze did not refuse Jiang Xinghuo's kindness. After swallowing the hawthorn pill, he burped and the bloating feeling disappeared a lot.

"Come to my place and have a good chat."

"Alright."

Zhou Ze nodded.

Return to the store.

Jiang Xinghuo brewed a cup of strong tea, placed it in front of Zhou Ze, and then asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Ze stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. After a long while, he uttered: "Lao Jiang, do you believe that there are ghosts in the world?"

"You met?"

Jiang Xinghuo raised his eyebrows. His old classmate now works at the Binhai History Museum and is the museum's leading cultural relic restorer.

Zhou Ze was a typical "other people's kid". His academic performance was always among the best. He performed exceptionally well in the college entrance examination and was admitted to the archaeology major of a key university in Beijing.

Later, when I was studying for my master's degree, I was introduced by my supervisor and became the closed disciple of a master of cultural relic restoration in the Palace Museum.

Later, in order to restore the bone fragments unearthed by archaeological excavations, he learned facial reconstruction knowledge from a retired forensic doctor.

Therefore, Zhou Ze is quite famous for restoring the appearance of ancient people, which is sometimes even more accurate than three-dimensional imaging.

Jiang Xinghuo would occasionally tease him, saying that the things unearthed in archaeological excavations were full of yin energy and he should be careful not to attract unclean things.

But those were just drunken jokes, and no one took them seriously. However, looking at Zhou Ze's expression and his performance, it didn't seem like a casual joke.

“I didn’t just see…”

Zhou Ze sighed and continued, "I experienced this myself a few days ago."

"What did you see?"

Jiang Xinghuo frowned slightly, then asked calmly.

"I saw..."

Zhou Ze held a teacup in his hand and told Jiang Xinghuo what happened to him that day without reservation.

A few days ago, the Binhai History Museum unearthed an ancient tomb in the suburbs, which was later verified to be a tomb from the Ming Dynasty.

However, the specifications of the tomb are not suitable for ordinary people. It should be the burial place of a prince or noble in the Ming Dynasty.

But when the staff went in, they found the tomb empty. Apart from a coffin, there were only three or two worthless burial objects.

At first, the staff thought that tomb robbers had visited the ancient tomb before them. After all, it was not uncommon to have tomb robbers in the more than 600 years from the Ming Dynasty to the present.

However, to everyone's surprise, there were no holes made by robbers in the tomb, which means that no one had ever entered this ancient tomb.

As a result, the staff became even more curious.

Such a tomb of royal standards did not contain any burial objects, which made them more and more curious about who the tomb owner was.

However, when the staff opened the coffin, they were shocked by the corpse inside.

Lying in the coffin was a body wearing a red wedding dress. The body was almost undecayed and still retained some elasticity. Only the head above the neck had turned into a skeleton.

This discovery surprised the researchers and seemed very unreasonable, so they sent the coffin and the body back to the museum.

Zhou Ze was originally engaged in archaeology and cultural relics restoration, and he never took the stories of ghosts seriously.

That night, he and his assistant worked overtime in the restoration room, trying to reconstruct the appearance of the female corpse through clay sculpture.

All the work was not completed until the early hours of the next morning.

"and then?"

Jiang Xinghuo listened to Zhou Ze's story. If he didn't hide anything, there would be no problem with the whole process. It was just Zhou Ze's daily work.

Could it be that the female corpse is alive? Jiang Xinghuo's heart moved and he asked his doubts.

Zhou Ze shook his head, a trace of fear flashed across his face, and he took another sip of strong tea before slowly saying:
"My assistant was originally my junior sister. She just graduated and started working this year. That day was her first day of reporting, but..."

At this point, Zhou Ze took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice: "But I just found out that morning that my junior sister had something to do at school and would not be able to report here until next week..."

"The one working overtime with you is..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly stopped talking. He seemed to understand why Zhou Ze was like this.

"You thought of that, too, didn't you?"

Zhou Ze forced a twisted smile on his face and said:
"I checked the surveillance footage from that night. Apart from the security guards, I was the only one in the entire museum. I never had any assistants! The only person shown in the surveillance footage was me!!"

“I don’t know what I spent the night with, but I’m sure it wasn’t a human!!”

"Because... her appearance... is very similar to the female corpse I reconstructed..."

"And I'm entangled by her!!"

"Now, every night when I close my eyes, I can see her coming to me, standing next to me and staring at me, without saying a word or reacting..."

Zhou Ze held his head with a haggard look on his face, and it was obvious that he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. If he continued like this, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

Jiang Xinghuo patted his shoulder, and the crystal clear Xiaoyao Mengdie quietly emerged and gently bit Zhou Ze's neck.

Under the innate ability of Xiaoyao Mengdie, Zhou Ze quickly fell into a coma.

Jiang Xinghuo used his mental power as a link to connect his consciousness with Zhou Ze's dream through the Xiaoyao Mengdie.

In this way, Jiang Xinghuo can enter and exit Zhou Ze's dream at will. He wants to see what is mysterious about the female corpse.

I feel so bad, I have a fever, cough, and a stuffy nose. The injection places are crowded, please be careful.
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(End of this chapter)