"Brother, collect more, collect more!"
Feng Xue put a large box of large-denomination banknotes on the bar table, with an expression on her face as if she wanted to take as much as she wanted, but the bartender calmly held the wine glass in his hand and gently wiped the light to identify people. The cup wall, however, had no intention of taking any money. Instead, he said very honestly:
"Sir, we are doing serious business here."
"Fuck! I clearly took a tip just now, is there any hidden mechanism?" Feng Xue grinned and scratched his head. After obtaining special information from the bartender through the tip, Feng Xue immediately took out more Money, but the bartender seemed to be a different person, and he didn’t charge a cent!
But then, Feng Xue had new ideas, such as there was a cool-down time for such messages, or tips could only be given after a transaction, or there were limits on the amount of tips.
After trying many times to no avail, he had no choice but to go to the department store and enter the passenger elevator.
However, he did not press the floor button as usual. Instead, he swiped up the keyboard displaying floors 1-18 as if operating a pad.
As a result, the keyboard easily moved up one level, revealing a secret button——
-
1.
"Who would have thought that a keyboard with a purely mechanical structure could slide up like a touch screen?" Feng Xue was thinking about this while pressing the -1 key and throwing the salt into the corner of the elevator. -1 Can it be opened as soon as you find it, or can you get down after getting special information from the bartender.
However, the -1 floor was quickly reached. With the sound of "ding", Feng Xue gave up thinking about such meaningless things. She walked out of the elevator door and looked at the underground first floor of the shopping mall.
"Should it be said that it's the underground level? It's indeed the underworld."
Feng Xue glanced around and was speechless. The space on the underground floor was not large, just the size of an ordinary convenience store. However, the shelves were not filled with food, toys, and home furnishings, but various kinds of items from the underworld——
It’s not a description, it’s a real underworld item.
For example, there are all kinds of strange things such as incense candles, skulls, pumpkin heads, ghost masks and so on.
And just like the high-end food and drinks in department stores, these things are all illusions.
Of course, just like Coca-Cola, which really just makes people feel good physically and mentally, these things really have no side effects except for descriptions like "This is a skeleton."
However, if you have abilities such as necromancy, you may be able to get some special effects by using these illusions to cast spells.
Feng Xue certainly didn't come here to practice necromancy. He walked up to the dead-faced salesman who looked like he had just been taken out of the coffin, and said according to the bartender's information:
"I'm here to buy sacrificial supplies."
Hearing Feng Xue's words, the salesperson with a dead face turned his head stiffly, and then said in a jerky voice without emotion:
"Cultural system? Sacrifice target?"
Feng Xue swept through Halloween pumpkin heads, Day of the Dead skeletons, Easter eggs...
Finally he said:
"The target of the sacrifice is strange stories. In terms of culture, it is oriental. To be precise, it is best to use items from the Yanguo cultural system."
"..." After hearing the request, the clerk pushed forward with both hands, and the counter table was like a display screen, and a piece of information about the goods began to appear, including incense candles, paper money, paper ingots, paper lanterns, god cards... and a series of funeral items. supplies.
"There seems to be no difference between the props for worshiping ghost stories and the sacrifices for ordinary people..." Feng Xue glanced at the goods list, took out the entire box of goods that had not been rewarded before, slapped it on the table, and said to the clerk :
"Give me the best set."
The clerk opened the suitcase, took out a few piles of banknotes and placed them on the counter. Then he put the remaining box behind the counter, followed by a box of incense sticks, a white candle, and two white paper lanterns. Ling Ling always packed a big bag for him with ten stacks of coins of different denominations, as well as large and small gold ingots, and paper printed as copper coins.
"Your change."
After returning a bag of goods to Feng Xue along with a few wads of banknotes, the clerk's tone remained indifferent. Feng Xue reached out to pick up the goods, but did not take the banknotes. Instead, he said as before:
“Just consider it a tip.”
But after the words fell, the clerk's expression changed. He quickly took a stick of incense as thick as his index finger from the shelf, jumped up from the counter, and inserted it into Feng Xue so quickly that Feng Xue had no time to react. In Xue's shopping bag, she said in a serious tone:
"Sir, don't talk nonsense in the store."
"Ah this..." Feng Xue grinned, always feeling that there was some hidden mechanism here, and even thinking about the consequences if she ran out directly before he could stuff the incense in.
However, considering the various hidden mechanisms in the Tower of Babylon, he felt that it would be better for him not to die casually——
Unless he one day obtains the power of Yin Tianzi.
Thinking of this, Feng Xue drew another wild warrior's power and threw it into the fire of ghost stories. As Chai Xin turned into power, Feng Xue felt much more at ease.
The reason why he went to buy a bunch of items for visiting graves was naturally because of the information the store clerk gave him——
It is said that if you place a memorial tablet in your home to commemorate the deceased, you will enter a world where ghost stories have died when you open the door.
Feng Xue actually didn't quite understand the so-called death of Kaitan. After all, the death of Kaitan was also divided into categories. Normal death means falling into resurrection mode, and death means that even the legend is gone. As a reminder to the bartender, It was difficult for him to determine what kind of situation this was referring to.
But no matter which one it is, this world must be a world where phantoms and other props exist, and new ghost stories may be born, but there are no ghost stories.
After all, if only one or two ghost stories are dead, but other ghost stories still exist, then it seems to be no different from an ordinary world with ghost stories.
Back home, Feng Xue did not rush to synthesize lucky milk. Instead, she followed the "tutorial" and set up the incense burner, inserted incense sticks, lit white candles, hung up lanterns, and burned a handful of paper money in the brazier. However, the god's card was not There was no object of worship, but the "holy relic" that Feng Xue used to anchor the door to the world was placed in front of the god card -
A bronze tripod the size of a basketball.
The tripod is a traditional three-legged square ear with Taotie patterns on it, but no inscriptions on it. It should not be a ritual vessel or funerary object. At the same time, it does not have any extraordinary power. Feng Xue feels that it is most likely a historical relic.
But when the cauldron was placed in the right place, everything changed. As the ceremony that essentially symbolized the power of the Tower of Babel unfolded, Feng Xue felt that all the doors in his room were blessed with a kind of blessing. Only the few open doors are not affected by the special power.
"Done!"
(End of chapter)
