The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

"Well... it's really a big white snake. But... that's it? Where's the snake?"

Fuxue and I didn't notice any other supernatural things here. It seemed that, as the priest said, this place was just an abandoned ruin.

At this time, we heard footsteps from outside.

"Here! What's going on with this hole?!" A ferocious-faced uncle with gray temples poked his head out of the big hole we made, looked in, and met Chuuxue's eyes.

He instantly became furious, "Hey, what are you doing, bastard!!"

Fuxue suddenly panicked, "It's over, I was discovered! What should I do now, run away? But there is only one exit!"

"Idiot, it's over if you smash another one out."

"Oh, yes."

I saw that Fuxue grabbed the huge stone that was almost half the height of a person we threw in with both hands, and held it high above his head under the terrified eyes of the uncle.

"Wait! Wait! Say something! Put the stone down! Put it down..."

"Huh? Seems like you don't have to run away anymore?" Fuxue dropped the stone casually, and the stone smashed out a deep hole in the wooden floor in an instant. The uncle stared straight at him.

"Repeat it for me again, I want to ask that person a few questions."

When he heard Fuxue wanted to ask him a few questions, the uncle respectfully and obediently acted as if if he asked him his bank account password, he would report it to you immediately.

"Excuse me, are you a priest of this shrine?"

The uncle shook his head, "I'm not. This shrine has no priests for a long time, and the last Miko (God Son is a name for a witch) also passed away more than ten years ago."

"Ah... this is going to be difficult. Isn't there any person associated with the shrine?"

The uncle showed a complicated expression, "If I have to say it, I am a related person of this shrine. I am the foster son adopted by the previous son of God."

"God's... adoptive son? May I ask, how old was the last God when he died?"

"According to Miko Masashi, he was 83 years old when he died."

"Ah, this is really over-age service, ah no...it's a long-lived god son. Generally speaking...shouldn't the god sons be young unmarried women?"

The uncle's smile at the moment looked a little sarcasm, "How can young girls come to be the gods of such an unknown shrine in a remote country now? I heard from Masayo that the past generations of gods at this shrine were all Only girls who are forced to have nowhere to go will be in charge. In the past, this shrine had a little reputation nearby, and it was famous for helping women who were harshly criticized by their families or husbands. If you hold onto it even if you suffer backlash, It is said that if you make a wish to this shrine with the determination to sever ties with them, it is said to be quite effective. But now it is a modern society, and it is too rare to sever ties with your family at the cost of yourself, so, There is no need for such a shrine to exist anymore. Being bound by such a shrine and being unable to get married for the rest of my life, I don’t want this to happen to others.”

"You can't get married for the rest of your life? I see that the gods of other shrines can get married after retiring from the shrine maiden?"

"No, this shrine is different. The god's son here is also called God's marriage, do you understand? It means marrying a god. God's wife can't remarry, right?"

"Why not?"

"...These words, who dares not to respect gods? However, I think there are no gods at all here. Some women who don't want to be forced to marry say that they are married to gods, but I don't know where to find them. Such a huge snake slough scares people. I think this is the origin of this shrine. In modern times, I really don’t see the need to abide by such a prohibition... Such an ancient and ignorant shrine, let it disappear quickly! "

I always feel that this uncle has a kind of vague resentment towards this shrine, maybe it's his young love for that so-called Miko Masayo...

I didn't bother to study it carefully, so I asked Fuxue to take out a photo, which was the photo of Aunt Lianna that Xiaotong asked for before she was alive.

"I have another question. Excuse me, have you seen this person? The time... was about ten years ago?"

As soon as the uncle got the photo, his face became distorted.

"Her? Of course I've seen her. She ran to the shrine in the middle of the night in despair. It was Masayo who took her in. After she lived here for a day and left, Masayo passed away with a smile on the second day. What did you say?" My mission is over. God knows what that woman said to Masayo!"

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PS: The White Snake Shrine refers to the prototype of the Moriya Shrine in the East, the Kagura Hall of Suwa Taisha Shrine

Chapter 50 The Nature of the Game Has Changed

Xiaotong is currently in the ward of the hospital where the three moons are full.

Xiaotong came to visit him because he received a call from the hospital saying that Sanriyue Daoman had briefly regained consciousness.

Daoman's condition is now said to have stabilized, but the condition is no longer getting worse, but there is no sign of improvement. The doctor has not yet figured out the cause of his organ failure. It has been stable, which is also puzzling.

Daoman's nasal cavity still has a nasal cannula for oxygen delivery, and his eyelids are slightly opened from time to time, saying that he has regained some sanity... It seems a bit reluctant.

"The night after tomorrow, the Tsukimi Festival will be held." Sitting on the chair by the bed, Hitomi said as if talking to herself, "This Tsukimi Festival, thanks to the help of the Huashanyuan family, Maybe it can be the most powerful festival in the entire history of Tsukiyomi Shrine. The shrine has been overcrowded in the past two days, and the related goods of "Meeting at Moon Night" that you booked before are sold out in one day, which is really scary. I even heard that the Huashanyuan family is going to hold an event where you can watch the moon festival online and enjoy discounts on products and services under Huashanyuan. Thanks to the Vtuber you made, this seems to be a big event. Alas, I don't know if it's a good thing."

Daoman's eyelids trembled slightly, and he didn't know whether he heard it or not.

Xiao Tong sighed, got up and said, "I'm going back, there are still some things to do to prepare for the festival, I will come to see you later when I have time."

When she walked to the door of the ward, she suddenly seemed to remember something and turned her head to Daoman and said, "By the way, my ghost senior sister went to Shankou County to investigate my mother's trip before she died. She found out that it seems to have something to do with the White Snake Shrine there, I think you may be more concerned about this issue, and I will tell you about any progress."

Seeing that Daoman didn't respond, Xiaotong walked out.

Daoman in the ward tried hard to open his eyelids, and glanced in the direction of Mount Takao outside the window.

Xiao Tong walked through the hospital, and the TV hanging in the waiting area was now broadcasting the weather forecast——

"Affected by strong convective clouds, in the next one to two days, there may be large-scale thunderstorms and storms in the Tokyo metropolitan area. From tomorrow afternoon to night, thunderstorms are expected in the Tama area, with a 60% chance of precipitation. %, thunderstorms may be accompanied by short-term torrential rain, strong lightning, and 7-9 level thunderstorms and strong winds, please pay attention to precautions..."

Xiao Tong, who walked out of the hospital, looked up at the lead-colored cloud above his head, couldn't help sighing heavily, and said to himself: "Can the festival really still be held?"

Back home in her own room, Xiaotong sat down alone, in this empty and quiet room, she always felt a little uncomfortable.

Isshin and Kazuha went back to Yakuo-in Temple, and they seemed to want to contact some monks to attend the festival together just in case.Even if they are still here, Xiaotong reckons that he and them have nothing in common. After lacking the two lubricating oils of Youxiang and Mian, it is estimated that getting along with anyone will become unprecedentedly awkward.

Xiaotong sighed again, feeling... as if he had returned to the time before May this year.Before, I was always dragged by my father to appear on some TV shows, or to help wealthy clients do psychics.For a time, Xiaotong thought that it was because his father didn't like him at all, he only liked money.This is also the reason why Xiaotong has always had a bad attitude towards her father.

Because I am always absent from class, I always feel that there is a layer of estrangement when getting along with my classmates in school.And after arriving at the new school, I have been isolated.When Xiaotong originally thought that her interpersonal relationship on campus was just like this, first Youxiang invited her to join the Folk Culture Research Society, and then she encountered a ghost of a sand sculpture, so life seemed to suddenly become rich and peaceful. It's interesting.

Before, Xiaotong felt that there was a ghost chattering around her every day, which was very noisy, and even her privacy was violated. When she took a shower or went to the toilet, she always had to be vigilant at 12 points and pay attention to whether there would be sudden surprises on the wall or floor. With a pair of red eyes, it is really annoying.

As a result, the chirping sound really disappeared, and Xiaotong still felt a little uncomfortable at this moment.If you think about it carefully, such a change has actually only happened in a month or two at most.

At this time, Xiaotong even began to reflect on his previous attitude towards Mian.It's strange, why did I reject that ghost's proposal without even thinking about it before?My own way of thinking all along should not be so arbitrary and careless, as if there is something that doesn't want me to leave...

Xiaotong was stunned for a moment, huh?What were you thinking just now?

Oh, by the way, it's time to watch the live broadcast.

That bastard evil god has been broadcasting a sweet experience every day recently, and calls it a horror game live broadcast.Although watching Him toss You Xiang makes you feel angry, but in order to confirm You Xiang's safety, you still have to watch.

However, the situation has changed slightly since yesterday.

In the picture, Huashanyuan Youxiang just woke up from the closet.

Opening the closet, she enthusiastically greeted the dead uncle who had no white eyes and a dead face.

"Hi Ojisan, good morning~"

Sanri Yuerenman sat there motionless, and didn't give her any unnecessary reaction.

However, Youxiang seemed to be used to it, after all, this was already the fourth day she had been trapped in this strange corridor.

On the first day, she was really frightened by the dead people coming out of various places and passed out several times.

After finding a safe house the next day, she improved slightly, but there was no food, and she couldn't even find a toilet, so Youxiang still looked embarrassed and tired.

From the third day, Youxiang began to discover that those dead people actually moved very slowly and their IQs were also very low. As long as he was not flanked by two sides, he would have a great chance to escape. You can easily get rid of the dead man by running around the corridor and the room twice.

As a result, Youxiang seemed to have really started playing a survival game.

Regarding the lack of toilets here, of course it can be solved.

Ah no, beautiful girls don't know how to go to the bathroom, so we won't release specific pictures.

As for the food problem, it seemed that Youxiang had found a solution.

She sneakily opened the door a little, checked left and right for nothing suspicious, then tiptoedly opened the door and walked out.

Keep quiet and act stealthily.

When you find a dead person blocking the way, open the door of a room. Lucky, there is no one in it. Search for any useful props. After picking up a bell, open the door a little, and put the bell Throw it far back and close the door quickly.

The dead man blocking the way was immediately attracted by the ringing bell and walked towards the back.

While the undead was walking backwards, Youxiang softly opened the door, turned away from the undead and quickly continued to move in the opposite direction.

[wwwww] [88888] [the anchor is gradually proficient] [the nature of the game has changed] and other bullet screens suddenly floated on the screen.

Youxiang, who sneaked all the way, finally came to a strange room. There was a large mural in this room, and there was an altar in front of the mural. There were some food and Japanese wine on it, which looked like a tribute to the gods.And Youxiang ate it unceremoniously. Although I don't know how long these things have been stored, the taste has not changed, so it should be edible.

Just as You Xiang was feasting, a voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

"Sister, can you play ball with me?"

Youxiang swallowed the cake in her mouth with a "gudong", and looked back at the little boy who was holding her head.

The well-informed she nodded immediately after her pupils shrunk for a second and said, "Okay, let's play."

Then, with some suspicion, Xiaotong saw Youxiang and the headless boy happily playing the game of tossing and catching heads.

There was also a question mark floating across the screen, interspersed with some [the game suddenly became sand sculptured] bullet screens.

After tossing and catching the "ball" for several rounds, Xiaotong suddenly noticed that Youxiang's eyes rolled slightly, and she sighed and said, "Oh, it's so boring to play like this. Children, can we find a Play where there is a basket?"

Chapter 51 Bad End

Although the headless boy in front of him looked quite scary, Youxiang quickly realized his specialness.

This seems to be the only one among all the undead who can communicate and talk, and apart from asking himself to play "ball" with him, there seems to be no great malice.

Maybe you can find a way to escape from him, so Youxiang tentatively asked him if he could find a place with a basket to play, after all, he definitely couldn't find it inside this room.

However, the little boy seemed to be stuck with Youxiang's question.

"Basket...basket...no here...no basket here...get outside..."

Youxiang followed suit and asked, "So do you know how to get outside?"

The little boy fell into confusion again, "Go outside... go outside... He Hui doesn't know...but she might know..."

Youxiang's eyes lit up, "Her? Who is she?"

"She...she is a sister with a nice voice, she will be in a dream..."

The little boy's voice faltered suddenly.

A piercing smile suddenly appeared on the head he was holding in front of his chest, and a clear and sweet girlish voice came out of his mouth: "I'm sorry, my sister with a nice voice didn't want to tell you."

Youxiang instantly felt chills stand on end, and almost immediately left the little boy and ran outside.

There seemed to be the sound of chasing footsteps behind her, and Youxiang didn't dare to stop, and didn't dare to look back, so she kept running towards the depths of the corridor, the more she ran, the more ancient the surrounding wooden walls looked, It wasn't until she finally couldn't run anymore that she stopped slowly, bent over and supported her knees, panting rapidly.

However, Youxiang suddenly felt a sight, not one sight, but many, a feeling as if she was being stared at by countless people on the ring stage.

Only then did Youxiang look around, and she saw faces one by one, dry faces embedded in the wooden walls. These faces had almost completely lost the color of human skin, but instead had a wood-like appearance. Texture, the deeper the human face, the more obvious the wooden texture, the farthest person is almost completely wooded, and can't move at all.

But the faces embedded in the wooden walls near Youxiang are still twisting hard. They struggled to protrude brown-yellow arms from the walls on both sides. Most of those arms have been cracked. What was seen in the cracked wound was no longer the appearance of flesh and blood.Countless arms filled this slightly narrow corridor, leaving Youxiang almost nowhere to escape. They grabbed Youxiang's arms, legs and feet, pulled her, and finally dragged her slowly amidst Youxiang's terrified cries. into that wooden wall.

In the end, the faces on the walls on both sides of the corridor, as well as the figures in the corridor, all disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, it seems that Bad End has been played, so scary..." Yue Yejian's voice said, "That's it, this game will be broadcast live here, goodbye and goodbye. The day after tomorrow is the Moon Festival, everyone can If you come, please come to participate in the festival, if you can’t come, remember to watch it online! Alright, it’s downcast, bye bye bye!”

Amidst the joyful ridicule of [Downcasting at the Speed ​​of Light] in the barrage, Xiaotong felt chills all over.

What happened to Youxiang? !

Xiaotong can't wait to smash through the wall of this shrine to see if Youxiang will be on the other side of the wall, but she also remembered the so-called professional psychics invited by the Huashanyuan family and the monks of the Yakuoin Temple. It is said that the mysterious space is not in the real building. If the building of this shrine is destroyed, the entrance there may not be found even more.

"Damn it!" Xiaotong slammed his fist hard on the floor, almost leaving a bloodstain on his fist.

Now how to do? !

What Sanriyue Hehui said to Youxiang just now flashed through Xiaotong's mind——

My older sister with a nice voice knows how to get in and out.

Sister with a nice voice...

The memory seems to suddenly return to that afternoon many, many years ago, when I was lying on my mother's lap and taking a nap.

Her mother's singing echoed in her ears, and after waking up, Xiaotong told her mother that she seemed to have heard a similar singing in her dream.

As a result, my mother's expression suddenly changed at that time, and she suddenly became a little hysterical (Chapter 23 Singing).

And now, the singing seems to be lingering in his ears.

"Don't think about it anymore! Forget the voice just now, forget it right away!!"

The mother's growling voice seemed to resound in her mind again, which made Xiaotong's mind suddenly sober.