I, the lord of ghost stories

Taking out a small mirror, Sifengyuan takes a selfie in the mirror.The young man in the mirror looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with fine and energetic short hair, regular facial features, and bright eyes.

The surface of the skin is as crystal clear as jade, as if there is a faint light flowing.

With a mysterious charm that surpasses ordinary people, it is unforgettable at a glance when thrown in the crowd.

The specifics are indescribable.

It was as if, in a pile of black and white photos, a bright color photo suddenly appeared.

"Finally, it's different..."

Chapter 1 Onihime's House

"Remember, never leave the room at night!"

"No matter what movement you hear, absolutely, absolutely, don't go out."

"The Onihime in the Edo period has been wandering in this forest. After sunset, she will arrest anyone who sees her true face."

Nagano City, Kamiyama Town, in a simple and quiet hotel.The elderly, middle-aged owner stood in front of the wooden stairs of the [Onihime Hall], raised his index finger, and spoke mysteriously to the people in the tour group.

Several people in the tour group didn't seem to believe it.

For illusory ghosts and ghosts, most people believe three to seven or not.

But looking at the innkeeper's serious expression, he didn't look like he was performing at all.

This makes people feel a little uneasy.

Finally, there is some ghost story atmosphere.

[Ghost Princess at dusk], this is the ghost story that has been circulated in this "Ghost Princess Pavilion" for a long time.

"Then may I ask, owner, what happened to the person who was taken away?"

In the back row of the tour group, a young man who had been quiet all this time suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.

He has neat short hair, wears a long-sleeved shirt, slender jeans, and carries a travel bag.

At this time, when he looked at the owner of the pavilion, the handsome young man who still looked a little immature had the curiosity that should be there at this age.

"Ahem, this question..."

The curator coughed lightly and stroked the beard on his chin.

"I think it's probably a ghost. After all, there has never been an example of being taken away by a ghost girl and returning."

Shenyin... is a synonym for missing and missing.

"So, it really is dead."

The curator finally came to this conclusion.

"Okay everyone, the room you reserved is here, I hope you can have a good time."

The hostess of the hotel led them to walk in this ancient hotel with a sense of vicissitudes of history.

"This is the room you reserved."

Behind the opened paper door is an exquisite tatami room.

The antique windows were half opened, and the orange afterglow of the setting sun shone in the room, making the room amber in color.

Two rolls of clean white quilts were spread on the tatami mats, and next to it was a neatly folded roll of thin quilts, decorated with many large and small flower patterns, which looked exquisite and luxurious.

The breeze was blowing, bringing a little coolness.

From here, you can see the forest that looks more and more eerie and mysterious in the setting sun.

In the depths, there is a piece of darkness, as if there is some shadow hidden.

As expected of a place where strange stories happened... Sifeng Yuanyu looked around, and the room was clean and tidy as a whole, basically in line with psychological expectations.

"Thank you, I am very satisfied."

He said so to the girl leading the way.

The girl lowered her head, her face was reddish, and she dared not look at him more.

The young man in front of him has a different kind of charm, and the more he looks at it, the more attractive he is, and even makes people feel that his every move is pleasing to the eye.

It's almost like the prince and noble son in the story, perfectly reproduced in reality.

In just a short time, she had a good impression.

"As long as you are satisfied."

She raised her head and asked in the softest voice:

"Dinner is half an hour away. Would you like to go to the lobby or have it delivered to your room?"

"In the room."

Yuu Sifengyuan thought about it.

Taking advantage of his good condition today, he wanted to record his inspiration first.

As a well-known writer of ghost stories, Yuu Sifengin deliberately chose this place to collect materials.

Surrounded by the forest, the hotel where ghosts wander around after sunset.

This hotel still has a moderate reputation in a small circle.

It is well received for its good management atmosphere and retro style.

"Then I won't bother you."

The girl in the pink kimono bowed, exited the room, and thoughtfully closed the paper door.

In the corridor outside, the sound of scattered footsteps and conversation gradually faded away.

The room finally returned to silence.

Outside the window, unknown birds were singing, flapping their wings, and flying through the bushes.

"I hope this time the new work can be successfully completed."

On the desk in the room, with the notebook spread out, Yuu Sifeng did not start writing immediately, but narrowed his eyes.

It has been 16 years since I came to this world through time travel.

Yes, Yuu Sifeng was once a time traveler.

Starting from a baby, I experienced 16 years of life again.

His living habits, language, and other aspects have completely integrated into this world and adapted to his current identity.

"The world as a whole is a very peaceful and safe modern society."

"Although the historical trajectory is completely different from the world I was originally in, and the geography is also different, there are still many specious places that can be seen."

"In this world there is no Celestial Dynasty, no Japan, only Sakurajima."

"Generally speaking, it is a world dominated by technology, and it is also an electrical civilization, and then it enters the Internet age. There is not much difference in this aspect of development."

"It's just that I know that this civilization is not purely technological."

In his memory, when he was still a child in this life, he had witnessed supernatural power with his own eyes.

In the sparsely populated town streets, there are almost no people walking around in the evening.

Looking out through the window of the moving tram, and taking a quick glance, he remembered a fleeting impression.

There was a huge "jelly" that was as transparent as jelly, wrapped around a struggling figure, and was quickly dragged down the river.

The surface of the river has a faint purple-black luster, with hazy mist.

There are two rows of exquisite and strange river lanterns floating in the mist, leading to the distance.

At that time, his body was still a baby, and his immature brain was not enough to carry the thinking of an adult, so he couldn't understand the scene he saw.

He didn't recall these until his body grew up gradually.

The river lights are all pale, painted with flowers from the other side.

In the culture of this world, flowing rivers are also considered to be connected to the underworld.

So Sifenginyu boldly guessed that it might be the river leading to hell and the ghosts hunting humans.

Since then, he has realized that this world indeed hides mysteries.

These mysteries will naturally not be made public.

Many popular ghost stories may record these mysterious truths.

Pursue ghost stories and become a writer of ghost stories. It is possible to reveal the other side of this world.

Of course, this is a very dangerous thing.

After all, this is a world of supernatural forces.

Pursue strange stories, discover the truth, and encounter the real supernatural.

"system."

While meditating in his mind, a dim golden light appeared in front of his eyes.

A notebook with a thick black cover appeared in front of his eyes, floating out of thin air.

On the cover there are only two large characters of "Ghost Talk".

A transparent screen with a faint sense of light is projected from the notebook, like a data box on a computer.

Faint ink writing appeared in the data box.

"Task: Create a ghost story that meets the requirements and be welcomed (completed)."

"The changes in the world are accelerating, please collect ghost stories as soon as possible to increase your strength."

"Ghost talk: 132/100."

Seeing this, Yuu Sifeng was silent.

It is really a difficult problem to collect a hundred quality ghost stories.

When I first looked at it, the above hint was ten years old.

The last time I saw it, the prompt was "Complete the task within three days".

"It would be nice if it was longer."

"The power gathered by 132 strange stories is already so strong, if it is one thousand, what about ten thousand?"

Yuu Sifeng slightly shook his head.

This is just wishful thinking.

After 16 years of accumulation, there are only more than 100 strange stories.

Everything else doesn't meet the standard.

It can't even form a corresponding slab in space.

"There is still a long way to go..."

Although he is already the master of ghost stories, theoretically he can gain power from the realm of ghost stories.

All existing urban legends, ancient stories, goblin anecdotes, new ghost stories... can increase his power by a certain percentage.

It's just that his mastery of the field is not high, and this ratio is pitifully low.

Progress has been made, but not at a speed that is satisfactory.

With a slight movement of thought, the faint white transparent screen was pulled to the lower left, and a few lines of writing lay there quietly.

"Mission: Master of strange stories."

"Description: As the new master of weird stories, try to bring weirdness under your command."

"Seal or contract the three monsters (0/3)."

This is another reason why Sifeng Yuanyu came here.

Here, perhaps, there are suitable goals.