My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 809 Flower in the mirror, moon in the water

"There is indeed something fishy!"

Jiang Xinghuo's eyes flashed, lightning flashed in his palm, and a large spear appeared in his palm. He immediately jumped out, waving the lightning spear in his hand, and chopped down at the face on the wall!

boom!
There was a muffled sound.

The spear hit the face as if it had hit a cowhide drum. The huge rebound force surged like a tide and sent the spear flying into the air.

Jiang Xinghuo spun around, caught the spear that was flashing with golden lightning, twisted his wrist, and stabbed out like a rain of pear blossoms, attacking the face again.

The face on the wall roared silently, and surging black air quickly spread out, like layers of stacked barriers, blocking the spear shadows that Jiang Xinghuo was stabbing at.

Jiang Xinghuo did not retreat at all. The magic power in his body surged and golden lightning continued to pour out. The large spear formed by the lightning in his hand was now like a solid entity, flashing a dazzling metallic luster. The black mist piled in front of him was pierced with holes in an instant, and finally torn to pieces like a rag.

Without the obstruction of the black fog, the spear in Jiang Xinghuo's hand went straight in, like a golden thunder dragon, piercing into the flesh-and-blood face with its fangs and claws.

"what!"

The face on the wall let out a scream, and dark red pus and blood spurted out, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't dare let the pus and blood stick to his body, so he immediately activated the magic power in his body. Fine silver lightning poured out from his pores, forming a set of lightning armor that looked like a miniature version of the Thunder God, and instantly evaporated the pus and blood that splashed over.

At the same time, Jiang Xinghuo exerted force with his arms, grasping the tail end of the spear, as if controlling a ferocious dragon, and began to wreak havoc inside the flesh-and-blood face.

The faces on the wall roared in pain.

Fierce and bloody arms stretched out from all directions and grabbed towards Jiang Xinghuo's body, trying to stop him from causing further harm. However, Jiang Xinghuo's thunder magic was too powerful, and those fleshy arms were blown into ashes and scattered before they could get close to his body.

"Ah! Damn fake people! You should have returned to dust long ago! I didn't expect you to still exist in this world! You damn bastards!!"

The face on the wall cursed loudly, but the adjectives in the words made Jiang Xinghuo feel a little confused.

Pseudoman?

What do you mean?
He had heard this term in real life. It roughly meant non-human creatures that disguised themselves as humans and lived in the real world.

For example, the lizard man who is very convincing among the people in Western society is a typical hypocrite.

But this shroud ghost said that he is also a fake person, which is quite interesting.

Is there anyone who knows better than myself whether I am a human being?
"Please make your words more clear. What do you mean by a fake person?"

Jiang Xinghuo held the lightning spear and smashed the eyes of the face on the wall, then asked in a cold voice.

“Hehe, it means exactly what it says. You ignorant bastards should have been reduced to dust long ago, but you’re still living in this world like ants. And yet you still think you’re very successful. Little do you know that you’re all fake existences, hahahaha…”

The voice of the face on the wall became louder and louder, and finally became a little hysterical.

Jiang Xinghuo took out the alchemy furnace of the goddess Meng Po and was about to pour Meng Po soup into the mouth of the face in front of him, but before he could take any action, the face on the wall suddenly let out a scream, and was then wrapped in a ball of black flame. Before Jiang Xinghuo could react, the black fire spread along the walls and floor. In less than two seconds, the entire second floor was wrapped in black flames.

This sudden change caught Jiang Xinghuo off guard. He didn't understand the source of the black fire, but he recognized that it was the fire that had appeared on the arch bridge before and helped him resist the invasion of a terrifying ghost.

But now Jiang Xinghuo had no time to think so much, because the black fire had already spread towards him, and the items and furnishings in the entire second floor were burning with thick black flames, including those shrouds that were not destroyed by the Kitchen God's fire.

If he continued to delay, he was afraid that the black fire would burn him. Jiang Xinghuo immediately withdrew and stepped back. At the same time, he used his feet to shatter the floor of the second floor. He fell directly to the first floor without taking the stairs. Ignoring the threats from the ghost slaves, he waved his hand to put the Black and White Impermanence into his acupoints, swung the lightning spear in his hand, chopped off several ghost slaves who blocked his way, and rushed out of the small building.

At this time, the black fire burning on the second floor also spread along the hole he came down from to the area on the first floor. Those ghost slaves were like burning oil, which greatly accelerated the burning trend of the black fire. The burning speed was much faster than on the second floor.

Those ghost slaves were trapped in the black fire and unable to extricate themselves, and could only let out desperate and crazy roars and howls.

Jiang Xinghuo stood outside the small building, terrified by the power of the black fire. He somehow used the method of gathering fire and attracted a wisp of black fire out of thin air and condensed it into his palm.

This method of gathering fire is a spell passed down by the Kitchen God. It can integrate and swallow all the flames in the world to enhance the power and level of the Kitchen God's fire.

His Burning Fire, Red Lotus Karma Fire, and Netherworld Ghost Fire were all condensed using the Fire Gathering Method for his own use.

Now that we have encountered this strange black flame, we naturally cannot miss this opportunity.

But there is definitely no time for that now, because the black fire is not only burning inside the small building, Jiang Xinghuo also found that it has a tendency to spread outward. If he delays any further, he might be implicated.

Even if he had a method to gather fire, he could not withstand being thrown into the fire and burned.

Jiang Xinghuo put away the Black Emperor's banner outside and used his magical skills to escape into the distance. Not long after he ran away, he heard a loud explosion behind him. The entire two-story building was completely reduced to ashes in the black fire. Not only did the body of the shroud ghost disappear without a trace, but even the ghost slaves inside were reduced to ashes.

But Jiang Xinghuo did not feel relieved at all. Instead, he felt more and more heavy and confused. What did the words of the shroud ghost mean?
Is it intentional to mess with people's mentality?
Or is it really saying something? Could it be that I am really a so-called fake person?

"impossible……"

Jiang Xinghuo immediately shook his head and denied his own thoughts. He knew everything about his life from childhood to adulthood, so how could he be a fake person?

But this matter must be investigated thoroughly, otherwise he will always feel uncomfortable.

For this purpose, Jiang Xinghuo specially summoned Ling Chi out, wanting to learn information about the fake person from him.

But Ling Chi knew nothing about this and had never heard of these two words at all.

This added another layer of shadow to Jiang Xinghuo's heart.

He looked back at the ruins that were still burning with black fire. The black fire suddenly started burning on the shroud ghost's body after he told the fake man's information.

It was as if he had mentioned some secret that should not be told, and was silenced by those higher-level beings.

If this hadn't happened, he wouldn't have thought too much about it, but now he had no choice but to think about it.

"call……"

Finally, Jiang Xinghuo let out a long sigh, thinking that there will always be a way when the car reaches the mountain. He will know what to say at the right time and what shoes to wear when crossing the river. When the time comes, he will naturally know everything.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xinghuo used his magical speed to continue flying forward.

According to the route map given by Ling Chi, continue along this path. As long as you reach the end of the path, you can see the black fog that resembles a barrier.

Jiang Xinghuo had a hunch that maybe behind the black fog, there was a secret he wanted to know. Jiang Xinghuo ran wildly along the path and soon saw the black fog in the distance, like a black wall standing there, and it was endless to the left and right.

Above the black fog, there were gray clouds that slowly drifted like a curtain, leaving no space to cross.

However, what attracted Jiang Xinghuo's attention most was a stone statue at the end of the path ahead. It was located in the middle of the path. Its image looked similar to the figure he had seen in the black fire before. It was like a guardian who would not allow others to step out of line.

Jiang Xinghuo slowed down his pace and walked slowly forward. The lightning spear in his hand trembled slightly, ready to launch a powerful attack at any time.

As time passed, the distance between Jiang Xinghuo and the stone statue became closer and closer, until they were less than three meters apart. Then, a black wall of flames suddenly rose up, blocking Jiang Xinghuo in front of him, and transformed into a sword, stabbing at Jiang Xinghuo through the air.

Although the sword was made of flames, Jiang Xinghuo did not feel any warmth at all. Instead, he felt a biting cold, as if a real sword was stabbing him in the face.

However, Jiang Xinghuo did not sense any murderous intent from the sword, so he had no intention of dodging. He just stood there straight, waiting for the sword to stab him.

And this sword was just as Jiang Xinghuo expected, without any murderous or evil thoughts. The sword tip stopped steadily before it touched the skin, as if there really was a top swordsman standing opposite him.

At the same time, a deep and powerful voice came from the flames.

"Go back, this is not the place you should be!"

"No retreat."

Instead of retreating, Jiang Xinghuo took a step forward and was only a millimeter away from the sword tip.

"Then why did you go there?"

the voice behind the flame asked again.

"To verify a question in my heart. Or, if you can give me an answer, I don't have to go."

"what is the problem?"

"What is a fake person? Am I a fake person?"

Hearing this, the voice behind Blackfire fell silent, and appeared again after a while: "Is this matter important to you?"

"Very important!"

"Then go find the answer yourself."

The voice behind the flame sighed softly: "But you have to understand that sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing. It is better to be confused."

"But if I don't figure this out, I'm afraid I won't be able to pretend to be confused even if I want to. Even if I die for this, at least I can die with a clear mind."

"In that case, it all depends on your luck..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword formed by black fire suddenly pierced into Jiang Xinghuo's body and immediately turned into a vortex of fire.

Jiang Xinghuo only felt his body becoming light and floating in the air along with the vortex of fire. When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw "himself" lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had lost consciousness.

"The soul left the body?"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Xinghuo immediately reacted in his heart, and then that voice sounded in his ears:

"After your soul leaves your body, the black fire will keep your spirit from dispersing. If your body enters the black fog, you may never be able to return to the world again."

As the voice fell, Jiang Xinghuo was swept by the black fire vortex and flew towards the black fog. His eyes were filled with thick black fog, and his vision was filled with only darkness.

I don’t know how long it took.

Jiang Xinghuo woke up from his trance and heard a noisy sound in his ears. He opened his eyes and looked around, and suddenly he was stunned.

He found himself standing on the street, surrounded by bright lights and flashing neon lights, showing the prosperity of the city's night scene.

Jiang Xinghuo looked up at the sky again. It was probably around seven or eight o'clock in the evening. It should be summer because the light was still there. He could see the clouds that were dyed black by the night. More importantly, the streets were full of beautiful women with long legs in cool clothes.

Looking at the streets on both sides, they are already full of night market vendors. The air is filled with the smell of various barbecues, seafood stalls, grilled fish, and spicy crayfish, and of course the noise from the wine table.

This scene full of the atmosphere of the human world made Jiang Xinghuo feel like he was in a dream. Wasn't he in the spirit world? How did he appear here?

Could this be the world behind the black fog? It doesn’t seem that scary.

"Handsome guy, would you like something to eat?"

While Jiang Xinghuo was thinking, a cheerful female voice suddenly came from the side, and then he saw a young woman in short sleeves looking at him enthusiastically.

This is the owner of a barbecue seafood stall. The chef is stir-frying spicy crayfish in front of the stove. The aroma of oil mixed with the aroma of chili and peppercorns is directly carried into the nostrils by the night breeze.

Smelling the tempting aroma, Jiang Xinghuo's stomach couldn't help but growl. He subconsciously walked towards the food stall, but stopped after just two steps.

No money!

Jiang Xinghuo came to this world in the form of a spirit that had left his body. He had no coins on him, so what could he use to eat other people's spicy crayfish?

But just when he was feeling a little embarrassed, he suddenly felt like there was something extra in his pocket. He reached in and took it out. It was actually a brand new mobile phone. When he opened it, he saw that all the commonly used apps were there. It was also bound to his bank card, and the payment password had not changed.

"Handsome guy, what do you want to eat?"

The proprietress looked at Jiang Xinghuo and asked.

"Five bottles of beer, five pounds of crayfish, and less barbecue."

With the mentality of making the best of a situation, Jiang Xinghuo strode into the food stall and found an empty table to sit down.

The proprietress quickly took the order and brought over a platter of cold beer and braised squid.

"The side dishes are free, no charge!"

(End of this chapter)