I, the lord of ghost stories

The notification on the phone was very obvious, and when Concubine Jizi came back to her senses, her first reaction was to hide the phone.

Such an obvious reaction, it would be bad if it attracted the attention of the monster.

Fortunately, these reactions disappeared by themselves after 20 seconds.

Only the slightly hot temperature remained in the pocket.

Quietly and lightly, the blue figure from last time floated in.

Concubine Jizi's eyes widened this time, and she carefully hid her phone.

"Mobile phone, protect me quickly..."

"Don't let her find out what I really think!"

This is how she used this phone to contact other friends during the day.

Chapter 160 The Subversive Story

Sure enough, the monster in Tsing Yi didn't notice anything unusual.

While Concubine Jizi breathed a sigh of relief, she also had expectations for the possibility that Xiaoshe had hoped for.

Maybe it can help the family——

Lord of Hundred Stories, draw the curtains full

"It's been a whole night and a whole day today."

"Now is the time of encountering demons. During this period of time between day and night, it is perfect for holding a demonization ceremony."

"Have you thought about it yet?"

"My concubine will hold the Hundred Story ceremony for you. After that, you will have the power to restore that broken family."

Concubine Jizi, who has encountered tragedies one after another, hopes to restore the family and return to the harmonious state of the past.

However, this is not what she expected.

"No, don't, I'm afraid..."

Concubine Jizi flinched and shook her head vigorously.

"You flinched, your determination is not firm enough..."

Qing Xingdeng was not surprised by this.

"Then wasting my time, are you ready to appease my anger?"

"If not, the concubine will be angry!"

With a smile that was not a smile, she looked at the concubine Jizi who was clearly showing fear on the bed, and she could see the threat at a glance.

"I don't mind using some small tricks to achieve my goal... My concubine Jizi, this is the first lesson I give you."

"Now, do you still want to reject the concubine?"

"Well, that's fine..."

Concubine Jizi felt aggrieved and nodded reluctantly.

A few candles float slowly in front of the mirror.

The faint candlelight reflected the figures of Concubine Jizi and Qing Xingdeng.

"Because only one of you needs to be transformed, so it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

She held a ceremony for Concubine Jizi and only told a story.

"Once upon a time there was a little girl, her name was Concubine Mori Jizi..."

With a soft tone, like singing, Qing Xingdeng murmured.

There was silence in the room, only her voice echoed faintly.

"...Abused by parents and bullied by friends, Concubine Jizi fell into despair..."

"...she fell before the steps of the gate, and there was a dark rain outside."

"The dead concubine, Miss Jizi, turned into a monster."

At this time, Concubine Jizi felt something strange in the palms and backs of her hands.

Feeling uncomfortable, she moved a little.

With a "crack", faint electric sparks shot out out of thin air about one or two centimeters from the surface of the skin.

The spark lasted for about half a second before flickering and disappearing from the air.

"This, this is... I seem to be different?"

Concubine Jizi felt a kind of power slowly born in her heart.

Inexplicably, I instinctively felt hunger and thirst.

That is the new strength, the urgent need for nutrition.

She really seems to be different...

However, starting from this moment, Concubine Jizi didn't know why, but felt a small voice in her ears.

Looming, as if whispering in the ear, it seems to be in the room, but I can't find the specific location.

"I like ghost stories the most, whether I tell them to others or listen to them, I like them very much.

Every night, I will look for people who like ghost stories like me, entertain them in the house, and talk about ghost stories with them.

There was only one green lamp that was lit in the room. "

"I recorded many, many ghost stories, and I practiced telling them repeatedly until I could blurt them out.

It was the happiest time.

The coming of the sun means the end of the long happy night, and I think that sunrise is really annoying.

99 nights passed like this.

But when I finished telling people the story of "Two Girls" and told them that these are the nine stories of No.90, someone suddenly advised me not to collect monster stories anymore, because this is already "Hundred Monogatari" .

But I didn't listen to him..."

"Those people suddenly became frightened and left in a panic. After I watched them leave, I took out a mirror and spoke strange stories skillfully to myself in the mirror.

I am very satisfied with the ghost stories I have created.

After speaking, I was about to go out of the house and put out the candles.

I think it should be daytime outside by now.

But... After that, I never saw the sunrise again, and I couldn't give up the running lights at hand.

I have become a monster.

I wandered in the dark, lurking where strange stories were being told, and listening carefully. "

"It wasn't until later that the villagers discovered that I had turned into a monster and broke down the gate of my house during the day.

At that time, I was a newborn monster, unable to escape, and was stoned to death by them, and my blood splashed on the lantern... My blood was still red. "

A young girl sadly bemoaned her own misfortune, and the story of becoming a monster Qing Xingdeng and being besieged by villagers...

The Qingxing Deng in the room suddenly stopped the sound and frowned vigilantly.

She looked around the room, feeling bored for a while.

"Is there another sound? Do you hear it?"

Concubine Jizi tried her best to look like she didn't have it.

"Really... I seem to hear my own voice, strange..."

Qing Xingdeng continued talking, continuing the story.

"...Miss Concubine Jizi, met Qing Xingdeng, she is the master of Hundred Stories..."

At this moment, the candle and the mirror suspended in the air became unstable for a while and fell to the ground.

At the same time, she sensed a similar yet different essence.

As that breath approached rapidly, the essence and power of this avatar were being stolen...

In the mirror, a girl with a blue lantern appeared.

The body shape is completely different from his own, and his face is a bit blurred, and he can't see it clearly when he looks closely, but he has a familiar aura.

Those eyes—they were the ones I saw in the mirror when I was a young girl.

That is, Qing Xingdeng, who died in the siege of the villagers and has not yet turned into a real monster... still has the cunning of a human girl.

this is my past...

In a trance, she thought so.

"No! It's impossible!"

"The concubine is unique, there can be no second me!"

"My concubine's natural born monster, the monster born from the Hundred Stories, is not transformed from a human at all!"

"There is no such thing as the past!"

The little girl in the mirror, holding a lantern, smiled softly.

"You were born because of me. I don't exist as a human being, so there is no you as a monster."

"I created you!"

"It's impossible. In this world, there is no god who can resurrect a non-existent person!"

Qing Xingdeng was so furious that she actually felt that her memory was beginning to blur... a string of new memories added.

Impressively, it is just like in the story, she transformed from a human girl into a new monster Qing Xingdeng, and was besieged and killed by the terrified villagers... Finally, she was rescued by the lord of ghost stories.

Chapter 160 Qing Xingdeng, Be My Story

"Here, which memory is the real one?"

The figure began to become thin and transparent... She felt a long-lost sense of weakness, and even her consciousness began to blur.

At this time, she naturally realized.

True and false, false and true, the only one who can restrain her so much is the master of this strange talk.

"Because the foundation of the concubine's body is all in Hundred Monogatari, so the restraint of the concubine's body is more targeted than other monsters..."

Sitting sideways on the ground, the long black hair hangs down, and the legs with delicate skin like white porcelain are exposed from under the long skirt, which is a moving and unique beauty.

Looking up, in the dark mirror, those eyes gradually became clear.

The power in the body is flowing slowly, rushing like a stream, pouring into the copycat in the mirror.

After waking up, one would naturally be able to sense the aura of that immature chick... The birth time is very new, maybe tonight.

This is a newborn monster.

Monsters that shouldn't exist.

"The story of distorting and subverting the concubine's body, a fake little guy."

"You couldn't have been born naturally."

"I have already surpassed the ordinary big monsters. Gathering Hundred Monogatari, I have stepped into a new realm... As long as I am still alive, there will be no monsters with the same nature as Qie in this world."

"You are not real! At least, you are not the real Qing Xingdeng!"

The woman in Tang clothes in the mirror was silent, just holding a blue lantern.

Looking from the mirror, the darkness behind her became more and more intense, and the dark aura seemed to break free from the mirror and come to this place.

"I was almost fooled by you..."