If you become a monster, you will succeed

"Brother, charge more, charge more!"

Feng Xue was holding a large box of large bills and putting them on the bar table, with an expression of wanting to take as much as she wanted, but the bartender was calmly holding the wine glass in her hand, and gently wiping it, which can be seen clearly. But he didn't mean to take money at all, but said very honestly:

"Sir, we are serious business here."

"Fuck! You obviously took a tip just now. Is there any hidden mechanism?" Feng Xue grinned and scratched her head vigorously. After obtaining special information from the bartender through the tip, Feng Xue immediately took out more Money, but the bartender seems to be a different person, he doesn't charge a dime!

But immediately, Feng Xue came up with new ideas, for example, there is a cooling time for such news, or tipping must be done after a transaction, or there is a limit on the tip amount.

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

However, he did not press the floor button as usual, but slid up the keyboard showing floors 1-18 like operating a pad.

As a result, the keyboard easily went up one notch, revealing a hidden button——

-

1.

"Who would a normal person think that this seemingly purely mechanical keyboard can slide up like a touch screen?" Feng Xue was thinking about this while pressing the -1 button while throwing the salt into the corner of the elevator. -1 Whether it can be opened as long as it is discovered, or can it be dismounted only after getting special information from the bartender.

However, the -1 floor was soon arrived. With the sound of "ding", Feng Xue gave up thinking about such meaningless things, walked out of the elevator door, and looked towards the first basement floor of the shopping mall.

"Should it be said that it is the basement floor? Sure enough, there is enough hell."

Feng Xue glanced left and right, and she was a little speechless. The space on the basement floor is not big, which is about the size of an ordinary convenience store, but what is placed on the shelves is not food toys, household goods, but various netherworld items—

It's not a description, but a real underworld item.

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

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

Of course, just like Coke really just makes people feel better physically and mentally, these things really have no incidental effects except for descriptions like "this is a skeleton".

However, if it has the ability of undead witchcraft, using these phantoms to cast spells may get some special effects.

Naturally, Feng Xue didn't come here to practice necromancy. He walked up to the salesman with a dead face who looked like he had just been pulled out of a coffin, and said according to the bartender's information:

"I'm here to buy sacrificial supplies."

Hearing Feng Xue's words, the dead-faced salesperson turned his head stiffly, and then said in a jerky voice with no emotion:

"Cultural system? Sacrificial target?"

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

Finally said:

"The target of the sacrificial offering is ghost stories, cultural words, oriental. To be precise, items from the Yan Kingdom's cultural system are best."

"..." Hearing the request, the clerk pushed forward with both hands, and a series of goods information began to appear on the counter table like a display screen, including incense candles, paper money, paper ingots, paper lanterns, God's card... and a series of funerals supplies.

"There seems to be no difference between the props for worshiping ghosts and ordinary people..." Feng Xue glanced at the inventory, took out the whole box of goods that could not be rewarded before, and slapped it on the table, and said to the clerk :

"Give me the best set."

The clerk opened the suitcase, took out a few stacks of banknotes and put them on the counter, and put the rest of the whole box behind the counter. Immediately afterwards, a box of incense sticks, a board of white candles, and two white paper lanterns, Ten stacks of ghost coins of different denominations, as well as large and small gold ingots, and ghost paper printed into copper coins, etc., always packed 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:

"Take it as a tip."

Just after the words fell, the clerk's expression changed, and he quickly took an incense stick as thick as an index finger from the shelf, jumped up from the counter, and inserted it into Feng Xue's mouth at a speed that Feng Xue didn't even have time to react. In Xue's shopping bag, she said in a serious tone:

"Sir, you can't talk nonsense in the store."

"Ah, this..." Feng Xue grinned, always feeling that there was some hidden mechanism in it, and even thought about what would happen if she ran out and let him have no time to stuff the incense in.

However, considering the various hidden mechanisms in the Babylon Tower, he felt that it would be better for him not to commit such a casual death——

Unless one day he gets powers like the Son of Heaven.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue drew another wild Valkyrie's power and threw it into the fire of ghost talk. After Chai Xin turned into power, Feng Xue felt a lot more at ease.

The reason why he went to buy a bunch of objects 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 coffin for the dead at home, you will enter a world where ghost stories are dead when you open the door.

Feng Xue didn't really understand the so-called death of ghost stories. After all, the death of ghost stories is divided into different categories. If it dies normally, it will fall into the resurrection reading, and if it dies completely, it will lose even the legend. It was difficult for him to determine what kind of situation this was referring to.

But no matter what it is, this world must be a world where there are props such as phantoms, 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 there are other ghost stories, it seems that there is no difference from the ordinary world with ghost stories.

Back home, Feng Xue didn't rush to synthesize lucky milk, but followed the "tutorial", set up the incense burner, plugged in the incense sticks, lit white candles, hung up the lantern, and burned a handful of paper money in the brazier, but the god's main card was There is no object of worship, but in front of the main card, there is a "sacred relic" that Feng Xue used to anchor and open the door to the world——

A bronze tripod the size of a basketball.

The tripod is a traditional three-legged square ear, with taotie patterns on it, but no tripod inscriptions. It should not be a ritual vessel or a funerary object. At the same time, it does not have any extraordinary power. Feng Xue thinks that it is probably a historical relic.

But when the tripod was placed in the right place, everything changed. While the ceremony that essentially symbolized the power of the Tower of Babylon unfolded, Feng Xue only felt that all the doors in her room were blessed with a kind of blessing. Special power, only the few doors that are open are not affected in any way.

"Done!"