The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

A gust of wind blows past a string of wind chimes on the eaves of the edge porch, and the wind chimes make a pleasant jingle in the breeze.

Wind chimes, bells, it feels like there are many such things hanging in this shrine.Xiaotong seems to like these things quite a bit, do you want to find a way to get one for her next time?

Ning Meng just sighed, and then followed Xiaotong into her room.

When Xiaotong made the bed and was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, she suddenly remembered something, turned her head and said to Ning Meng: "Senior sister, if possible, can I ask you not to run around at night?"

"What's the matter? Is there anything in the shrine that I can't see?"

"It's not...just...I can't say it well, it's...for safety."

"Well, okay~"

Xiao Tong lay down and fell asleep. Although she was a little nervous at first for some reason, but probably because she walked a long way today, she was really tired, and she fell asleep after a while.

"Little pupil?...Little pupil?...Short? 1.4 meters?"

There was no response, and it seemed that he was indeed asleep.

it is good!So, start the shrine adventure!

If someone told you, never open that box to see what's inside, what would you do?

Of course, open it immediately!

The more you are told not to do it, the more you have to do it. This is the tenacious spirit of human beings to die!

Ning Meng floated out of the room through the wall and looked up, but neither the moon nor a star could be seen.

Tomorrow must not be a good weather.

The aisles in the house were dark and narrow. There were many rooms, but most of them were not in use.To be honest, there are only two living people in such a huge shrine, which is too empty.

Ning Meng has heard that some shrines have treasure halls for storing treasures.As a Tsukiyomi Shrine dedicated to the honorable Tsukiyomi, there should be some good things, right?Ning Meng searched room by room, but couldn't find anything similar to the Treasure Hall.

The sound of cicadas and frogs that should be heard in summer can't even be heard around, it seems too quiet.

However, in this silence where everything seemed to be still, Ning Meng keenly caught a living creature.

It may not be accurate to say that it is a living thing, or it can be said to be... a black light?

Well, that's not accurate. From a physical point of view, black light is impossible.It should be said that it was a mass of darkness thicker than the surrounding shadows, about the size of a fist?It even seemed to be emitting a faint black mist.

If it wasn't for Ning Meng's unique perception as a ghost, he probably wouldn't have been able to spot this black mass of shadow.

That black group was staying secretly in the corner of the aisle, and Ning Meng instinctively felt that it was observing her.

Ning Meng took two steps in the direction of that thing, the black group immediately jumped in frightened, ran a certain distance, and then lurked in a dark corner, hiding and peeping at you secretly.

Ning Meng followed, and she found that if she approached the thing slowly, it would not react much, but once it got close to a certain distance, it would run away quickly.

After following that thing for a long time, after passing through a wall, Ning Meng found herself in a strange room.

This place looks like a large shrine (that is, an altar), with offerings such as flowers, pine branches, and sake placed on a sacrificial table, and on the wall behind the sacrificial table is a mural that Ning Meng is very familiar with.

A handsome young man of unknown gender sits in the full moon and plays the flute. Surrounding him are various moon phases such as new moon, first quarter moon, full moon, last quarter moon, and dark sun.

Hey, wait... In the old house of Mochizuki's house, is there a room exactly the same?

Chapter 11 Basketball Dumb

Recently, more and more people died in the house.

Sometimes, I would see a familiar person walking around in the shrine, and was about to call out to him, but saw him go straight through a wall, and then I remembered, ah, this person not long ago Just died.

These spirits seem to be unaware that they are dead, and they are still wandering around the shrine in a daze. If they are distracted for a while and don't make a serious distinction, they will not be able to recognize which ones are living and which are dead.

A few days ago, another person died, a boy about his own age.

What's the name?

Oh, it's called Hehui, Sanriyue Hehui, a child of the uncle's family.

According to the order of succession, he is probably the one who will inherit the shrine in the future.

It’s just that he himself seems very reluctant to inherit this ancient and remote shrine. He said that he will be a basketball player in the future, and he will play basketball day and night. Dislike me for not being able to play, tell me to stay away.

It doesn't matter, I have no interest in ball games at all, and I really have nothing in common with that basketball idiot.

But according to the rules of the family, when he grows up, He Hui should be his husband's No. 1 choice.

Although I don't like him very much, there is nothing I can do about it. The whole family came here like this.

Originally, I was still seriously worrying about whether to learn to play basketball and increase the common language in the future.

Then he died suddenly.

I don't know whether to be sad or happy.

The moonlight is just right tonight, and the adults are all busy, so they must be burying him.

Even the funeral of the Sanriyue family is different from other families, using a weird ritual called "moon burial".

After stopping for a few days, the body of the deceased is cremated. Then, on the night of the full moon, everyone gathers around the Moon Lake, and the person presiding over the funeral will sprinkle the ashes of the deceased into the Moon Lake.

It is said that through such a ceremony, the dead can return to the moon.

Ah, I forgot to mention that our ancestors believed that members of our Sanriyue family are all people who come from the moon, so we have to go back to the moon after death.

I used to really imagine that the soil on the moon is really the ashes of the Sanriyue family?

It was later discovered that this was a lie.

We did not come from the moon, nor will we return to the moon.

Because, isn't everyone staying here?

After the ceremony, it's time to go back and rest.

As a result... I dare not go to the toilet at night.

This is the bad thing about the big house, and the nearest bathroom has to go through a long corridor to get there.

However, I couldn't hold back anymore.

He found a flashlight from the room, turned on the flashlight, opened the door lightly and walked out.

The corridor that feels like there are not many steps during the day, but at night it seems to have become a different space. If you shine it with a flashlight, the light extends far away, as if it shines into a deep tunnel, and you can't even see it at a glance. Where is the end.

He quickened his pace and ran forward, preparing to rush to the bathroom in one breath, but it turned out that he had already run the distance in memory, but he still didn't see the door of the bathroom.

At the same time, the sound of running was heard behind him.

He stopped, and the voice behind him also stopped.

Little by little... turning his head away little by little, and using the flashlight to shine behind him...

Behind him, there was obviously nothing.

However, at this moment, he felt... light coming from the front of his body.

Then turned his gaze back to the front, removed the flashlight, and the light from the front disappeared.

It's almost like... falling into an infinite loop of corridors.

At this moment, the flashlight also seemed to have run out of battery. The light gradually dimmed and went out completely. No matter how much I fiddled with the switch, it didn't work.

The world in his eyes suddenly fell into darkness, and fear inevitably surged into his heart.

The legs and feet were as if they were filled with lead, and the five senses seemed to be sharply strengthened. They could notice any disturbance in the surroundings, even the sound of their own heartbeat that began to beat rapidly.

At this time, there was a jingle of wind chimes being rang behind him.

I have hung wind chimes or bells in many places in the shrine, trees on both sides of the approach, under the eaves of the edge corridor, and in the indoor corridor...

The sound of these wind chimes being shaken during the day is very pleasant, like elves playing.

However, this sound is not a pleasant sound when it sounds in the windless indoor corridor at night.Hanging up these wind chimes by myself is to remind myself of the danger that has come to me.

Accompanied by the breezy wind chime, someone's voice sounded behind him, it was very familiar, He Hui's voice.

"Is it Hitomi?" he asked.

Can't answer.

"Hey, don't ignore me."

Can't look back.

"Would you like to play? I can't find anyone to play with now. If you want to play...it's not impossible."

run.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled up his heavy legs and rushed forward.

Run as hard as you can, and at the same time turn your head to see if the things behind are catching up.

However, he cared too much about what was behind him, but in the process of accelerating the sprint, he bumped into something in front of him.

He lost his balance for a while, staggered, and fell to the ground.

He Hui's voice came from beside him: "Wow, Hitomi, do you want to play so much? But, it's a foul for you to grab the ball like this."

The voice was so close that I could breathe in my ear.

"Let's start with the basic pass-catching? I'll pass it to you, so you have to catch it well."

The figure in the dimness made a push gesture and threw a ball over.

Seeing that the ball was about to hit him, he caught the ball reflexively.

At this time, the "ball" in his hand spoke: "Good catch, pass it back to me now~"

Looking carefully at the ball in his hand, he found that it was clearly a human head, He Hui's head.

The head's eyes are wide open, but there are neither eyeballs nor whites in the eye sockets, it's just empty and black, and the head's mouth is still opening and closing: "Hurry up, pass the ball~"

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Xiaotong suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

Her heart was beating wildly, and cold sweat was all over her forehead.

This dream... This is not a psychic dream, because the perspective in the dream is my own perspective.

This is just a simple nightmare, but... the content of the dream is something that actually happened in the past.

It's a long memory.

At that time, I seemed to faint from fright, but later...how did I get rescued?Was it lying in the hallway all night?

Xiaotong only remembered that she wet her pants that night in shame, and her father kept laughing at her about it.

The person who can't see doesn't understand anything, and he can live well in this shrine full of undead, which is simply unimaginable.

Xiaotong wanted to raise her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, but then she realized that the nightmare seemed to have not woken up yet.

Hand... can't lift it up.

There is no part of the body that can move.

It was as if there was a huge force of gravity pressing him firmly on the bed, unable to move.

At the same time, Xiaotong saw a white figure.

Pure white clothing, a round white cotton cap, in his room, a red and white rope hangs from the ceiling, and a white figure hangs from the rope, like a huge sunny doll.

It was Reina Mikazuki, her own mother.

The figure hung in mid-air motionless, as if looking down at him, but also as if he wasn't thinking about anything.

Xiaotong gritted her teeth and desperately wanted to move her hands and feet, but this body seemed to no longer belong to her, and she couldn't control it at all.

I don't know how long this dignified and depressing time lasted. At this moment, a figure passed through the wall.

As soon as Ning Meng floated into Xiaotong's room through the wall, she was startled by Xiaotong's mother hanging in the room.

"Hmm... eh? Uncle, aunt? Why are you here? No, so you can move?!"

As soon as Ning Meng finished speaking, the white figure in the room suddenly disappeared without a sound, as if disappearing in the air.

The moment the white figure disappeared, Xiao Tong who was on the bed suddenly turned over and sat up, panting heavily.

Ning Meng grabbed her long hair and punched her fingers twice, and said embarrassingly: "Uh... did I disturb your parent-child time? How about I go out and hang around, 10 minutes Come back later?"

"Stay in this room for me and don't move!!" Xiaotong roared angrily.