"Brother, collect more, collect more!"

Feng Xue took a large box of large bills and put them on the bar table, with an expression of wanting to take as much as she wanted, but the bartender calmly took the wine glass in his hand and gently wiped the wall of the glass, but he didn't mean to take money at all, but said very honestly:

"Sir, we're serious business here."

"! I obviously received a tip just now, is there any hidden mechanism? Feng Xue grinned, scratched her head vigorously, and after obtaining special information from the bartender through tips, Feng Xue immediately took out more money, but this bartender, as if he had changed someone, didn't charge a dime!

But then, Feng Xue had a new idea, such as that this kind of message has a cooldown period, or that the tip can only be given after a transaction, or that there is a limit on the tip denomination or something.

After many fruitless attempts, he had no choice but to come to the department store and walk into the passenger elevator.

However, instead of pressing the floor buttons as usual, he swiped up the keyboard that displayed floors 1-18 as if he were operating a pad.

So, the keyboard easily rose a notch, revealing a hidden button -

-

1。

"Who would normally have thought that this kind of keyboard that looks like a purely mechanical structure could slide up like a touch screen?" Feng Xue pressed the -1 button while throwing the salt into the corner of the elevator, and at the same time wondered whether this -1 could be turned on as long as it was discovered, or whether it was necessary to get special information from the bartender before it could come down.

However, the -1st floor had soon arrived, and with the sound of "ding", Feng Xue gave up continuing to think about this meaningless thing, walked out of the elevator door, and looked at the basement floor of the mall.

"Should I say it's a basement? Sure enough, there is enough hell. ”

Feng Xue glanced left and right, the whole person was a little speechless, the space on the basement floor was not large, that is, the size of an ordinary convenience store, but the shelves were not food toys and household merchandise, but all kinds of underworld items-

It's not a description, it's a real netherworld product.

There are all kinds of strange things, such as incense candles, skeletons, pumpkin heads, ghost masks, etc.

And like those high-end food and drinks in department stores, these things are all illusions.

Of course, just as Coke is really just a good thing, these things really have no collateral effect other than descriptions like "this is a skeleton".

However, if you have abilities such as necromancy, you may be able to get some special effects by casting spells with these phantoms.

Feng Xue naturally didn't come here to practice necromancy, he walked up to the dead-faced salesman who looked like he had just been pulled 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 dead-faced salesman turned his head stiffly, and then said in a jerky voice with no emotion:

"Cultural system? The goal of the sacrifice? ”

Feng Xue swept the pumpkin heads of Halloween, the bones of the Day of the Dead, and the Easter eggs......

In the end, it is still said:

"The sacrificial target is strange talk, culture, the Oriental system, to be exact, it is best to be an item of the cultural system of the Yan Kingdom."

"......" heard the request, the clerk pushed forward with both hands, and the counter table was like a display screen, and a piece of cargo information began to appear, including incense candles, paper money, paper ingots, paper lanterns, and god cards...... and a series of funeral supplies.

"There doesn't seem to be any difference between the props of the sacrifice and the sacrifice of ordinary people......" Feng Xue glanced at the bill of goods, took out the whole box of money that had not been rewarded before, slapped it on the table, and said to the clerk:

"Bring me the best set."

The clerk opened the suitcase, then took out a few stacks of banknotes from it and put them on the counter, and then put the remaining whole box into the counter, and then, a box of incense, a white candle, two white paper lanterns, ten stacks of coins of different denominations, and large and small gold ingots, printed into copper coins, and the flow of paper printed as copper coins, Zero Zero always filled a big bag for him.

"Your change."

Returning a bag of goods with a few stacks of banknotes to Feng Xue, the clerk's tone was still indifferent, Feng Xue reached out to pick up the goods, but did not take the banknotes, but said as before:

"Think of it as a tip."

It's just that when the words fell, the clerk's face changed, and he hurriedly took an incense stick as thick as his index finger from the shelf, jumped up from the counter, and inserted it into Feng Xue's shopping bag at a speed that Feng Xue didn't have time to react, and said in a serious tone:

"Sir, don't talk nonsense in the shop."

"Ah, this ......" Feng Xue grinned, always feeling that there was some hidden mechanism in this, and even thinking about what the consequences would be if he ran out directly before and let him have no time to stuff the incense in.

However, considering the various hidden mechanisms in this Babylon Tower, he felt that it was better for him not to do this death casually now-

Unless he gets the power of the cloudy son or something one day.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue took another Wild Martial God's power and threw it into the fire of strange talks, and as Chai Xin turned into power, Feng Xue felt a lot more relieved.

The reason why he went to buy a bunch of things for going to the grave was naturally because of the information given to him by the clerk-

It is said that if you place a shrine in your home to honor the deceased, when you open the door, you will enter a world of strange deaths.

Feng Xue actually didn't understand this so-called strange talk that he was dead, after all, the death of the strange talk was also classified, if he died normally, he would fall into the resurrection reading note, and if he died, he would not even have a legend, and it was difficult for him to determine what kind of situation this referred to as a reminder from the bartender.

But no matter what it is, this world must be the kind of props that exist in the illusion, and it is possible to give birth to new strange stories, but there are no strange worlds.

After all, if only one or two strange stories are dead, but there are other strange stories, it seems that there is no difference between it and the ordinary world with strange stories.

Back at home, Feng Xue did not rush to synthesize lucky milk, but according to the "tutorial", set up the incense burner, plugged in the incense, lit the white candle, hung the lantern, and burned a handful of paper money in the brazier, but there was no worship object written on the god card, but in front of the god card, Feng Xue used to anchor the door and point to the world this time The "holy relic" -

A bronze tripod the size of a basketball.

Ding is a traditional three-legged square ear, with gluttonous patterns, but there is no tripod text, it should not be a ritual or funeral item, and at the same time, there is no extraordinary power, Feng Xue feels that it is most likely a historical relic.

However, when this tripod was placed in the right place, everything was different, and at the same time as the ritual that essentially symbolized the power of the Babylon Tower unfolded, Feng Xue only felt that all the doors in his room were blessed with a special power, and only those doors that were open were not affected in any way.

"That's it!"

(End of chapter)