I, the lord of ghost stories

"My concubine is the unique master of Hundred Stories, which cannot be compared with ordinary big monsters."

"When you become one of the hundred stories of the concubine, you will understand what a rare gift this is... The concubine is going to pull you out of the crowd and be one of the candidates for the hundred stories

There are so many opportunities that people can't ask for, and you almost meet them after waiting..."

Saying so, she kept walking, her green skirt curled past without stopping, turned the corner, and came to a ward.

There were coughing and muffled conversations from inside.

"Come, through this door, to see the voices of the people in the hospital."

Holding the hand of Concubine Jizi, a little bit of cold breath flowed into the body along the arm, and flowed all over the body in a blink of an eye.

Concubine Jizi was surprised to feel that her field of vision suddenly changed.

It seems that some kind of switch has been turned on, and it seems that there is a feeling that has been there before, but it has been ignored all the time...

She could actually see the gray-black smoke, thick and full of filthy feeling, continuously coming out from behind the door, gushing out along the crack of the door.

At the same time, she clearly heard the voices of multiple people mixing together and whispering in her ears.

"Why is the old man still alive? It's been a year and a half. It's really tossing back and forth."

It seemed to be the voice of a middle-aged man.

"Brother must have come to snatch that house... You can't let the old man talk to him alone, or the house will definitely be given to him."

"What's the matter with the elder brother and the second elder brother? They were not very filial in the past. When they said that the old man was going to pass away, they would run over when he left. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that he was thinking about the old man's villa... Hee, I got the real estate certificate a long time ago." , as long as the old man signs, the transfer will be under my name."

"Look, here are the human being and his three children... They seem to be very filial, but what are they thinking in their hearts?"

The sound of Qingxing Deng was like spring water flowing slowly on the clear spring stone under the moon... It directly awakened the concubine Jizi who was in a state of shock.

"This, is this the world of adults?"

The concubine Jizi who is too simple has not been able to fully turn back from the downtime state for a while.

"Yes, this is the dirty adult."

Qing Xingdeng nodded solemnly, and with a slight smile, added:

"My concubine has said that everything that a mortal thinks and thinks, my concubine knows and sees everything."

"It is impossible for a mortal to lie in front of a concubine!"

"Compared to dirty adults, the concubine still prefers innocent and cute children... At least, their minds are not so complicated."

They walked into the ward without anyone seeing them.

Seeing the children guarding in front of the hospital bed, a large group of people surrounded an old man.

They have their own selfish desires in their hearts, and they are kind on the surface, but they are all concerned about the legacy of the old man and how to maliciously speculate on each other.

Going to the funeral, the so-called bride in red shoes, the eldest son's new daughter-in-law, and the quarrel between the granddaughter and grandson-in-law.

Countless regrettable thoughts...

The thoughts hidden in people's hearts can be seen clearly in her eyes and ears.

Concubine Jizi was silent the whole time.

"Look, are they right?"

"What you say, what you think, and what you do are not consistent, is that right?"

Concubine Jizi shook her head, with a sleepy look, not wanting to answer.

"You have injuries, this is not difficult."

"Huh", she breathed lightly, and a gust of warm wind hit.

The pain on Concubine Jizi's body disappeared instantly.

"All right."

"You are a very good child, I like it very much, just like a blank sheet of paper."

"It must be able to draw a beautiful story."

"I've been looking forward to this for the first time..."

Qing Xingdeng came and went quietly.There is no trace of coming and going.

But in her heart, there was still a voice echoing.

"That nasty smell is approaching again, and it is not suitable for me to show up for the time being.

When we meet again next time, you can decide whether to become a concubine or not..."

"Remember, don't reveal the existence of the concubine, otherwise the concubine will be very, very angry..."

Concubine Jizi opened her eyes and found herself sitting on the hospital bed.

Everything just now seemed like a dream.

Only the fingertips still have a strange cold fragrance, lingering.

"It's true that there is no pain in my body...it's not a dream..."

Outside the window, under the blue-black sky, there are thin raindrops, glowing with a faint crystal light.

"It's not a dream..."

Concubine Jizi looked at the phone with a heavy expression.

She rummaged through the records.

The netizen who spread the strange link had completely disappeared from sight without knowing when.

Even the others have no memory of it.

A feeling of fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow hit my heart.

A strange, helpless feeling...

It was like trying to swim for the first time. Under the icy water, I saw another blue world different from the surface.

And that intense fear of being far away from the familiar world of the past.

It's also... the horror of seeing the other side of the world.

"She'll come back again..."

"What should I do... Concubine Jizi, it seems that something terrible has happened..."

Hugged on the bed, with her arms around her shoulders, Concubine Jizi was lost in confusion.

Chapter 150 Three

"Concubine Jizi, think of a way, don't bring danger to others!"

Concubine Jizi struggled with the darkness and tranquility.

"Why, why did I have to encounter this kind of thing..."

I always feel like I am being targeted by the world.

Concubine Jizi used her mobile phone to search for Qingxingdeng and information about Hundred Monogatari on the Internet.

The more I look at it, the more frightened I feel.

[Qing Xingdeng is described as a monster related to hell in the legend.

It is rumored that she convenes people to play the game of Hundred Monogatari, and completes the ceremony of collecting 100 scary and exciting ghost stories, and will gather the power of everyone with a small power and turn it into a huge energy.

This power can subvert and destroy the precepts between Yin and Yang, and open the gates of the world and hell.

All those who participate in the game will be pulled into the ghost gate and brought into hell. 】

[In the legend of Dongying, Qingxingdeng is considered to be a more dangerous monster.

It is believed that ghosts are a branch of gods, so gods and demons, monsters, goblins, and elves are collectively called monsters.

From a certain point of view, it is possible to open the gates of the four directions and reach hell, which is actually the authority in the myth. ——"Hundred Ghosts Explaining Doubts"]

[A monster like Qing Xingdeng has no physical body, so its appearance changes, and it usually appears in the image of a young woman.

She held a blue lantern in her hand, and her face was pale by the blue light; her long hair was loose, her expression was dull, her eyes were protruding but lifeless, and her whole body exuded an aura of corruption——"Monster Encyclopedia"]

[Green Xingdeng wanders around the gate of the underworld during the day, and floats on the ground at night, looking for people who are playing the "Hundred Story Game" everywhere, and absorbing their souls with the green lamp.

The gauze green lantern in her hand is actually a soul calling lamp, tied with the "bamboo of the devil world" as the lamp handle, and the lantern emits a soft but very bright turquoise light.

At night, the blue light danced faintly, making everyone's eyebrows green.

The so-called "Hundred Stories Game" is that a group of friends all dressed in green clothes gather in the same dark room in the middle of the night, light a hundred white candles, cover the lamp sockets with green paper, and tell a strange story in turn. , feel the atmosphere of terror.

After telling a story, the person gets up and blows out a candle, then looks at his face in the mirror and returns to his original position, and then another person tells the story.It is said that when the [-]th candle goes out, the green lamp will appear, and the soul of the [-]th storyteller will be sucked away by the green lamp.

After the blue lantern accumulates the spiritual power of thousands of people, it can be transformed into a real magic lantern.

Therefore, storytellers will be very vigilant, remember the sequence numbers at all times, and must not turn themselves into the last one.

Therefore, after talking about the No.90 nine strange stories, everyone keeps silent, and the last candle is left to keep burning, and everyone sits together and waits for the dawn.

It was safe when the sun came out, and then each disbanded and went home.

"Hundred Monogatari games" is actually a way of spreading folk literature and art. It is in this situation that many interesting and interesting monster stories are passed on orally, and are recorded by those who are interested in writing, which has become the origin of Japanese monster culture. ——"Investigation Notes on Ryuya Folklore in the Mountains"]

Concubine Jizi carefully opened every post that mentioned Qing Xingdeng.

Especially the writer named Yamanaka Ryuya, who described it in great detail, and even appended pictures and locations, as well as various strange things that occurred in history because of the Hyakumonogatari.

"16 years ago, a girl named Akiba in Nagoya read the three stories of No. 80 while playing the game of Hundred Monogatari, and disappeared inexplicably... The official intervened in the investigation and found that she was hanged on a dead tree , which coincides with the content of the three stories of No.80.

The author visited the site where the weirdness occurred, conducted field investigations, and collected the original audio tapes and memoirs of the parties involved.

If interested, you can contact me. "

Concubine Jizi continued to click on his homepage, trying to contact this great folklorist.

After finding his contact information, Concubine Jizi sent a message.

"Hello, are you Mr. Yamanaka? I would like to know about the investigation of the Hundred Monogatari that you published on the ghost blog... I would like to know more detailed information."

After waiting for a while, there was a reply on the line:

"Hello, this is the magazine "Ghost Talk Blog".

Here we must tell you that Mr. Yamanaka lost contact in Baishi Mountain a few months ago.

It is said that there was a rare torrent in a hundred years in that month, and the accompanying mudslides caused the unfortunate death of Mr. Yamanaka. "

"I'm sorry to hear such news, but are the materials compiled by Mr. Yamanaka still there?"

"Part of the information was kept by Mr. Yamanaka, but...after Mr. Yamanaka's death, his home suffered a fire at the same time, and even this part of the information has been lost.

The magazine is currently working hard to recover. "

Disappeared……

The data is missing...

Concubine Jizi took a deep breath, feeling an inexplicable chill all over her body.

This must have been an accident... right?

Mr. Yamanaka's death must have been an accident, and definitely not because he was brought into hell by a monster!

Even though she said this to herself, she couldn't convince herself no matter what...

When the Centuo people pushed open the door, what they saw was the shivering "tuanzi" wrapped in a thin quilt.

"Concubine Jizi, be careful, although the wound has been medicated, if you move around, the wound may burst open."

The "big dumpling" on the bed didn't move.

After a while, the angry voice of Concubine Jizi came.

"Tuoren doesn't understand anything..."

"Yes, yes~"

Sento breathed a sigh of relief.