My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 793 Happy New Year to All Marshals

Jiang Xinghuo closed his eyes and digested the extra information in his mind. After a moment, he digested and absorbed all the information. Then he opened his eyes. A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he understood the cause and effect of the matter.

That bubble-like illusory light was actually left by Master Zhenwu.

This cemetery was also evolved by Lord Zhenwu and Lord Tomb together, and it automatically left a curse of suspended death. Any outsider who steps into here will be affected by the suspended death curse and fall into a deep sleep.

The reason why Lord Zhenwu and Lord Tomb did this was to prepare for a possible war in the future.

The people sleeping in this cemetery are all creatures with certain talents and combat capabilities. Their strength is far greater than that of ordinary people, but they cannot reach the highest point. They are the kind of people who are neither as good as the best nor as bad as the worst.

Therefore, instead of letting these lives die of old age in vain in the world, it is better to use the method of suspended animation to make them fall into a deep sleep, which can greatly prolong their lifespan. During the sleep period, they can also subtly improve their cultivation, so that when the war comes, their strength can be exerted to the extreme.

The seven tombs behind the woods are where Lord Tianji deduced the future and glimpsed the powerful people who might be born in the future. When each powerful person is born, a tomb will be formed behind the woods, and the corresponding people will be warned. The birth and death years of the buried person will appear on the tombstone, so that the corresponding people can prepare in advance and change their future destiny.

This is also the reason why the inscriptions on tombstones change, because often an inadvertent choice may change the direction of future destiny.

"The Destiny Child?"

Jiang Xinghuo smacked his lips and thought to himself, isn't this the so-called protagonist, the destined son of the world? It's a pity that not every son of the world can save the world.

If it weren't for the heirloom lamp and the two tombstones, I would not have been able to notice these things, and I wouldn't even know that I would die before my life span was up.

Maybe he's happily hanging out in the game every day.

Just as Jiang Xinghuo was thinking about it, a breathtaking and bizarre scene appeared before his eyes.

The iron coffin that he had destroyed with the Xuanyuan Bronze Sword, as well as the chains and talismans hanging on it, were restored to their original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if time had gone back, and the shattered graves and tombstones became exactly the same as they were a few minutes ago, as if those things had never happened.

Jiang Xinghuo blinked his eyes, and swung the Xuanyuan Bronze Sword in his hand again in disbelief, but the result was still no change. Although the grave mound and tombstone were smashed, they returned to their original state after only two or three minutes.

Jiang Xinghuo understood. It turned out that the grave mound had the ability to repair itself. This happened twice in a row. If he still didn't understand it, he would be too stupid.

However, this thing was nothing to him. Jiang Xinghuo destroyed the grave in front of him twice only out of curiosity, not because he really thought this thing was unlucky.

And in a sense, the existence of this tomb is actually beneficial to him. He can determine his birth and death years at any time through the fonts on the tombstone, and thus find out whether his choices have any impact on the future.

Jiang Xinghuo put away the Xuanyuan bronze sword, touched the mottled stone tablet, and was about to find a way to leave when he suddenly discovered that in the woods behind the seven tombs, a muddy loess path had appeared. It meandered into the darkness deep in the woods, and no one knew where it led to.

Do you want to go over and find out?
Jiang Xinghuo narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt a little uneasy in his heart, and then he tentatively walked towards the loess path. However, the closer he got to the loess path, the more uneasy he felt. However, it had not yet reached the point where the Mengtou Technique was triggered. It could only be considered a precursor.

It was not until he stepped his right foot onto the loess path that Jiang Xinghuo's heart suddenly trembled, and the Mengtou Technique was suddenly activated, and a strong murderous intent and dead silence enveloped him.

He had never felt this kind of feeling before. Even after he deduced the Mengtou Technique, he still had not felt it so strongly.

Jiang Xinghuo had a premonition that once he set foot on this loess path, his life might really be lost here.

He had no doubt about the effectiveness of the Mengtou Technique. After all, it was a magical power that he had spent 10000 incense sticks to deduce.

So, he now faces two choices.

Or turn around and walk back, leaving this muddy loess road and looking for the entrance to other places.

Or you can go forward without hesitation, but whether the future is good or bad, life or death, it all depends on your own luck.

After thinking for a moment.

Jiang Xinghuo used the Nine Deaths Cicada to make his body invisible, and then placed himself into the empty coffin under the grave.

The last figure left in front of the loess path was a figure with an immortal look.

It is the Nine-Death Cicada Shell clone condensed from the Wuji gene chain.

Jiang Xinghuo thought very clearly that since the Mengtou Technique had issued a warning to him, it meant that his life was in danger and he had to take it seriously. However, turning around and walking away was not in line with his character, and he felt somewhat unwilling to just admit defeat.

Then just go and explore with the cicada shell clone. Even if you really die in there in the end, you will only lose a clone.

As for why the clone of the Wuji gene chain was chosen, it is because the power of the Wuji gene chain has special effects on demons and monsters, especially those demons and monsters without entities, it has a very strong restraining ability.

Jiang Xinghuo transferred his consciousness to his Wuji clone, looked at the muddy path in front of him, and without any hesitation, strode straight in.

The moment he entered the loess path, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly felt his ears become clear. This feeling was very strange. There was clearly no movement in the cemetery, but after entering this loess path, he clearly felt a sense of silence.

It was as if all life and breath in the world had disappeared here, leaving only endless silence and desolation. In the darkness there was only a dark and deep muddy path, with endless darkness on both sides.

"What a weird place..."

Jiang Xinghuo condensed a ray of lightning and suddenly struck it into the darkness, but the lightning was quickly swallowed up by the darkness, like a small stone falling into the vast ocean, without causing the slightest ripple.

Jiang Xinghuo narrowed his eyes slightly and did not continue to move. He just pinched a few talisman paper cranes and circled them around him, observing the surrounding environment at all times to deal with sudden situations.

However, not long after walking forward, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly heard a bang, and several paper cranes flying around him instantly burned to ashes. Only a flash of fire passed, and then the ground was covered with paper ashes.

Jiang Xinghuo's face changed slightly. The reason why the paper crane was in this state must be because it was suddenly attacked, but the key point was that he did not detect any fluctuations in magic power, and it was not just one paper crane that was destroyed, but all the paper cranes were destroyed at the same time. If it was really attacked by some kind of attack, it would be easy for the other party to attack him.

Jiang Xinghuo took a deep breath and stopped thinking about these things. He decided to keep going. After walking about a hundred meters, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly stopped because a hand stretched out from the muddy path not far in front of him. The pale palm seemed to be soaked in water and was slightly swollen, but Jiang Xinghuo focused his attention on the half sleeve that was exposed.

The standard uniform of the Public Opinion Bureau.

Jiang Xinghuo was very familiar with this, and he immediately used the power of the earth to roll up the muddy yellow earth on the ground and dug the owner of the hand out of the ground.

A young man in his twenties.

His facial features were all sealed with yellow mud, and his facial expression was complicated and distorted, as if he had seen something terrible before he died, but a smile was awkwardly drawn at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Xinghuo frowned. Although he was not familiar with the procedures of the Public Opinion Survey Bureau, according to the nature engraved in the bones of the Chinese people, even if their comrades were dead, they would never leave the bodies exposed in the wilderness. They would definitely collect the remains. Even if they could not take the complete body away, they could burn the body and collect the ashes for burial.

So, the reason why the body was hidden in the loess was because the Public Opinion Bureau did not have time to collect the body?

While Jiang Xinghuo was thinking, he found that the corpse in front of him suddenly moved, and its limbs and joints were twisted in the opposite direction. It stood up from the ground in a very strange posture, and then pounced towards Jiang Xinghuo.

Jiang Xinghuo's pupils suddenly shrank, and as soon as he thought about it, a fire net immediately appeared in front of him, flashing with golden and red light, and pounced forward, just wrapping up the corpse.

Crackling sounds came from the flames.

Thick black air flew out from the corpse, and the struggling corpse returned to its original human appearance.

"Be careful... temple... stone statue... knife... ghost..."

The corpse in the Kitchen God's fire regained consciousness, and knowing that he did not have much time left, he hurriedly said a few words, but before he could finish his words, he was burned to ashes by the blazing flames.

Jiang Xinghuo put out the burning Kitchen God fire, walked over to collect the ashes on the ground, and planned to hand them over to the Public Opinion Bureau for burial after leaving Zhenwu Cave Heaven.

Such people should not be allowed to die without a burial place.

Although I cannot save it from death, I can at least give it a place to rest after death.

Afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo began to ponder what the other party said before he died.

"Be careful... temple... stone statue... knife... ghost..."

Does that mean there is a temple here?

Was he killed by the monster in the temple?

While thinking about these things, Jiang Xinghuo walked towards the depths of the muddy path and soon found a dilapidated temple in front of him.

However, it is more appropriate to call it a village house rather than a temple. The dilapidated courtyard and house, with a broken and rotten fence outside, do not look like a temple at all.

But whether a building is a temple or not depends on what is enshrined inside. If nothing unexpected happens, the deceased member of the Public Opinion Survey Bureau should have been killed here.

Jiang Xinghuo opened the void drawer, took out the Xuanyuan bronze sword from it, and secretly activated his sword skills, ready to launch a powerful attack at any time. Then he walked towards the dilapidated house in front.

boom!
Where the sword moves.

The rotten fence was shattered into pieces in an instant, and then the sword flashed, and the cold and sharp sword energy flew out, chopping off the door of the already dilapidated house. Standing outside the yard, Jiang Xinghuo looked into the dilapidated house, and saw a large number of statues of gods in the house. It seemed to be a Buddhist temple, and the stone statues of the Eighteen Arhats could be vaguely seen on both sides.

"Stone statue?"

Jiang Xinghuo remembered what the member of the Public Opinion Survey Bureau said. The stone statue he mentioned might refer to the Eighteen Arhats, but he did not see the so-called knife and ghost. Could it be that these two things were hidden in the dark?
The small dilapidated temple in front is not very large, and all the furnishings inside can be clearly seen, with no other space to hide.

Think about it.

Jiang Xinghuo decided to go in and find out what was going on. It wasn't that he was indecisive, but the different environment had changed his mentality.

If it were in a game, he would definitely control the character without hesitation, but now he is in reality, and if he dies, he will be really dead. Although this is just a cicada shell clone, he will feel very sorry if it dies.

But there was no other way. Unless he wanted to give up what he saw, if he wanted to know the truth of the matter, he could only go in and investigate.

"Work while you're alive, and forget about it when you die. I don't want to think too much about it..."

Jiang Xinghuo took a deep breath and walked in with the thing in his hand. A strong smell of incense immediately hit him in the face, and he almost stumbled and fell. But what surprised Jiang Xinghuo was that this small temple was very clean, so clean that it was even beyond his imagination.

If there really was something wrong here, there would definitely be some evil aura lingering, but now he didn't feel anything.

Wuji's clone is most sensitive to this kind of abnormal aura. If there is a problem, it will definitely not be hidden from the clone's perception.

To be on the safe side, Jiang Xinghuo even found a talisman that could specifically detect evil spirits, but there was still no response.

Do you think too much?
This is just an ordinary small temple, not a place where filth and dirt are hidden, right?
Just when Jiang Xinghuo was wondering if he was overthinking, he suddenly felt as if something fell on his shoulder.

The liquid was somewhat warm and sticky, but it was not blood because there was no bloody smell. Jiang Xinghuo touched it and looked down. It was colorful and it was paint!
pigment?

Where does the paint come from?

Jiang Xinghuo was startled for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something. He slowly raised his head and looked above his head.

Under the illumination of a crimson light, the paint on the clay arhat statues around them began to melt slowly like oil and kept dripping down...

(End of this chapter)