I, the lord of ghost stories

"Encountered something unhappy? Be good, don't take it too seriously..."

Patting the girl on the back lightly, he comforted her skillfully.

Only in front of him, Qian Yu Qianxue could relax and cry.

She is actually a very delicate and sensitive girl.

It is precisely because he is sensitive enough that he can be empathetic and reasonable, able to discover other people's thoughts in time and take care of them in a timely manner.

Gentle and considerate, considerate, beautiful and generous... are all compliments, aren't they?

However, has anyone thought about the cost behind doing this?

She will also be unhappy, wronged, and want to cry.

It's just that as the student council president, senior sister, and big sister, she has always taken care of others... who can take care of her?

Everyone respects her, but everyone ignores her.

Perhaps only in the face of lovers, can we cry without any scruples?

"What happened? Can you tell me?"

Sifengyuan comforted softly, trying to share her pressure.

"It's like this..."

The girl hugged her lover's neck, as if acting like a baby, and whispered her heart in his ear.

"I'm so sad, Yuu."

"Obviously I worked so hard to do it, but there are always such and such things that come out, I am too difficult!"

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

Qian Renxue, who looks weak, is actually very soft and easily hurt...

Outside the window, the green branches of tall cherry blossom trees undulate silently.

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port.

Lush and luxuriant trees covered the island in front, standing on a huge smooth-moving ferry, a beautiful woman in a blue Tang suit, holding a small white umbrella with a red border, stood quietly on the railing of the deck, Gazing at the calm water surface of the sea.

She looked into the distance, but her expression was somewhat calm, as if she was thinking about something important.

Dongpu has its own god system, and the so-called 800 million gods were bred in a large number of island communities.

Among the so-called 800 million, the vast majority are ghosts and monsters, but with a huge base, even if there is one ten thousandth of them, it is quite a number.

Among them, excluding the mountain spirits and wild monsters in Wanglai's countryside, and the wild gods enshrined in small folk villages and small communities, there are thousands of gods who are recorded on the official gods' genealogy and officially recognized. It is an out-and-out land of thousands of gods.

If it is an era where ghosts and ghosts do not appear and the extraordinary does not appear, and monsters are the mainstream, then that's all.

In this situation, the spiritual tide of the world is recovering, and although it is still difficult for gods and humans to communicate at will, the cost of interference is getting lower and lower.

Qing Xingdeng didn't dare to act recklessly. Her level of power has already surpassed that of ordinary big monsters, and many wild gods are not as strong as her in terms of strength alone.

Such a girl is actually very easy to attract the attention of the gods, and she must be cautious in every move.

"The torrent of the times... rolls forward, it's not in the slightest!"

The girl in the cyan Tang suit stared at her with a faint feeling.

She has lived through earlier times...

At that time, it was far away from the Age of Gods. Although the gods on the earth can still interfere, the frequency has obviously become sparse.

Monsters, priests, onmyojis, and warriors are the mainstream. In fact, in the final analysis, it is still the age of humans.

Monsters are just parasitic in human civilization, because they only destroy, not create and build.

Every era has different trends, and she has gradually felt that the world is becoming more and more like a god walking...

Although this trend is only showing signs, there is still a long time before the second coming of the Age of Gods.

It may be thousands of years, or ten thousand years... Usually, such changes in the entire world are viewed on such a long time scale.

"That Sifeng Yuanyou, whose birth process was too abrupt, easily surpassed the concubine's hundreds of years of accumulation, which is outrageous."

On this point, Qing Xingdeng has a lot to say.

From the weak little monster at the beginning, step by step to gather the power of fear, spread her own story, and compete with other monsters for living space, how long did it take her to grow up?

How long did it take for Yuu Sifengin?

16 years? Or six months?

It's like a Sun Walker suddenly popping out from the cracks in the rocks.

"For any gods or monsters, their birth and growth always take time, and they will always leave traces."

"That one...it's strange, I haven't found his past at all...I can't find the process of his growth, the process of his becoming stronger."

"This is an outlier."

"Even if the so-called Myojin of Sifengyuan is reincarnated, it will definitely not be able to achieve this level."

"The so-called Sifengyuan Myojin is just Bitian God conferred by the shogunate. Even if you count his resume as a wild god, it can never exceed 200 years!"

"The growth of a god also needs to pay attention to sex...Why is he the master of all strange stories in Dongpu?"

"It's not just a casual name!"

In such a world where gods appear, there are clear taboos for calling gods.

What kind of authority do you have to be crowned with the corresponding title.

For example, Inari God is the collective name of those gods.

For example, Fushen is also shared by several gods.

It shows that the former has the power of the field of harvest, while the latter has the ability to bless.

The master of strange stories, naturally, is the ruler of all strange stories... monopolizing this field.

"Without noticing it at all, he jumped up and took away the position where I was aiming at."

"My concubine is becoming more and more interested in you... Sifeng Courtyard..."

Before the name was pronounced, the woman in Tsing Yi stopped in time.

The sea breeze blows slowly, making her hair flutter in the wind.

Such a beautiful, unique and temperamental woman will become the focus of everyone's attention no matter where she is, like the stars and the moon.

Not long after, a rainy cloud floated in the sky, and there was a faint sound of rolling thunder.

Finally a man plucked up the courage and stepped forward.

"Miss Qing, it's very windy here, and there's going to be another storm soon, why don't you take shelter in the cabin first?"

Qing, this was her pseudonym when she was in the human world.

Slightly pursing her lips and smiling, she, who was dressed as an intellectual beauty, nodded slowly, and walked into the cabin of the passenger ship under the leadership of the attentive man.

There are white lights in the cabin on this floor, and the line of sight is good. Looking out of the porthole, it is completely dark just after walking from the deck.

Accompanied by the blue-white electric snake dancing wildly in the dark clouds, the rumbling thunder made the windows and ceiling vibrate slightly.

The space on board is divided into first-floor cabins, second-class cabins, and a wide space as a cabin.

There are small shops, restaurants where you can relax, bars, vending machines, etc., and it is a very ordinary structure.

"Miss Qing, why don't we have a drink?"

The man's attentive eyes carried a certain desire to make her familiar.

Human beings are so simple and simple, following their desires, it is really easy to understand when writing.

It's a pity that Qing Xingdeng still has something to do, so he doesn't mean to pay attention to it at all.

Just a cold gaze made this dazed man feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body broke out in a cold sweat.

The oiled paper umbrella she was holding was slowly put away, and she walked straight to her cabin along the corridor.

If it wasn't for the purpose of concealing his identity, such a human being wouldn't even have the right to approach her.

Chapter 190 Four The Story Chases Her

After closing the door, the chaotic sounds outside suddenly disappeared.

The hustle and bustle belonged to humans, and the tranquility belonged to her.

The cabin looks a little dark, about [-] square meters of space, there are beds and tables, but they are all fixed with screws.

The bed was covered with blankets and quilts, and there was still a sweet smell in the air... She once took a short rest here.

The last injury was more of a loss to her, and it took time to heal slowly.

But in the meantime, she can't do anything.

As a monster who likes to plan before acting, she doesn't have to go on stage, but she can do many things while hiding behind the scenes.

"Hey, let's start Hyakumonogatari."

Accompanied by the soft singing of the woman in Tsing Yi, faint ripples appeared in the air, one candle after another, flickering orange-red flames, suspended in the air.

There are hundreds of candles, the lights are either bright or dark, or suspended, or jumping erratically, or violently beating, or stamina, or the light color is dim like beans, or bright like a big lamp...

Each of them seems to communicate with somewhere in the distance, and strands of power gather together.

This is the hundred stories that Qing Xing Deng has collected and cultivated so far.

Each of them is carefully selected and cultivated for many years to meet the minimum requirements, showing this candle in front of her.

The minimum standard is a qualitative change in the power of the demon, reaching the level of a big monster in the mouth of human beings.

The light of the candle represents the condition of Hyakumonogatari.

The light is dim, indicating that the strength is still weak, jumping still means that it is fighting, and the stamina means that the potential has yet to be tapped...

It is precisely because she has the support of these hundred stories that she can go so far on the road of monsters.

Gathering hundreds of great monsters as Hundred Monogatari is the confidence for her to dare to be called the master of Hundred Monogatari.

"Today's protagonist is still the mysterious man whose name cannot be mentioned. This is not a new story. We continue the story from last time."

The painting scroll stood quietly in the air with a faint white light like jade.

A small snow-white hand gently pulled it away.

Afterwards, the painting scroll unfolded itself in the air at a constant speed, and colorful butterflies danced in the air, bringing a burst of gorgeous light rain.

On the painting scroll, in the blurred white light and shadow, it is constantly changing. It seems that there are many people and things condensed in it, and it seems to be just a blank paper.

"The handwriting has changed again..."

Qing Xingdeng looked at the corner of the scroll, where there were shallow handwriting, graceful and soft, written by herself.

Last time, after gathering all the sacrifices, she tried to write Yuu Sifengin into the Hundred Monogatari.

But because of the huge gap in personality, this cannot be done.

There are intermittent vacancies, which are names that cannot be formed by the tangled changes of ink.

In other words, she couldn't write Yuu Sifeng's name on this scroll.

It can be read, and it can be written on ordinary paper normally, but it cannot be left where mysterious factors are involved.

There seems to be some kind of force organizing, and every time the ink winds up, it breaks apart suddenly and becomes a blur.

"Before (Blank) entered the Dragon Palace, Daisuke Noda committed a betrayal in the student union of the school. The mysterious person did not know the news in time."

In front of her eyes, this paragraph of handwriting gradually blurred and became transparent, forming another paragraph.

(Blank) Got the news.

Concentrating for a while, Qing Xingdeng picked up a brush dipped in ink and tapped on the snow-white page, leaving a few lines of beautiful handwriting in a blink of an eye.

"The clues to Dragon Palace have been confirmed, which is a reasonable development."

"It is also reasonable for some people to enter the Dragon Palace."