I, the lord of ghost stories

Half-drawn sky-blue curtains blocked half of the windows.

The natural light that is not too bright outside the window shines through the window and shines on the coffee-colored walnut wood table.

Yuu Sifengyuan sat at the table, leaning on a soft chair.

From this angle you can see the sky in the distance.

It was still cloudy, the rain stopped at the beginning, and the sky shone through the clouds, making it as white as a fish maw.

"Qianyu Qianxue will not keep those bad memories, it should be treated as a nightmare and there will be no sequelae."

Yuu Sifeng turned on the computer, skipping the familiar and unfamiliar startup screen.

Click on the transparent part in the lower right corner of the desktop, an interface that cannot be seen by the naked eye, with a faint silver light blooming in his vision.

Stretch out your right hand and point your index finger down.

A row of sparks slowly emerged before his eyes, burning slowly from left to right.

"Ghost Talk Association".

A few ink-stained handwriting, from light to dark, slowly emerged from the interface.

[Field test of strange tales in Sakura Terrace Hotel - "The Woman in Red"]

[A reward of 100 ghost stories gold coins is offered to collect new ghost stories in the city. 】

Sifengyuan Yu Jiajing put it on the top, and put a reward on it.

Soon, there will be a row of follow-up posts below.

【Shock!】

[The leader of the meeting got rid of the spirit again? 】

【Kyoto is full of disasters. 】

[This time is the Sakura Terrace Hotel?I've heard about it!It seemed that three people had died, and the others were ten years older. 】

[I have a little impression of this weirdness, it seems to be a strange story that was circulated a few years ago.

"Kyoto Strange Stories" has an exclusive interview, which records a strange story about a woman who can absorb life. 】

[It's the weirdness of the upper class again, this time it should be regarded as a large-scale acute supernatural disaster event, right?The Countermeasures Agency should issue subsidies! 】

[At least [-] million yen, is the finance of the Countermeasures Agency still able to bear it? 】

[I feel like I'm almost being emptied by the guild leader. The budget of the Countermeasure Office has never been so tight. 】

[Chairman, something strange happened near my house. 】

[Those upstairs should go to the help post, newcomers, the host will usually reply to the help post regularly, and other places will ignore you. 】

The Guild of Ghost Story does not exist on any servers that can be found.

It itself is a monster.

Designed and created by Yuu Sifeng, it is specially designed to capture some valuable information for him.

At this moment, Yuu Sifeng browsed a lot of precious information from the background of the "Ghost Story Association".

This is all the relevant information it collates and collects on the Internet.

Maybe it's just a few words from some insiders, or a brief mention, but the more times they are sorted out, the clues will gradually be sorted out.

"I have sorted out the mysterious context of Dongpu by now."

The gods are looming, but there is no doubt that they belong to the real owner of this land.

Monsters and the like have been a watershed since modern times. They were traditional monsters before, and urban weirdness later, but they were all just servants of God.

This doesn't need to be delved into.

The priesthood of the shrine is actually a sacrifice, mainly to represent the gods and proclaim the will of the gods.

As far as human beings are concerned, since ancient times, the three major systems of Onmyoji, Samurai and Gongqing are the most orthodox.

Onmyoji originated from the official Onmyouliao, and gradually flourished, reaching its peak in the Heian period.

The samurai, as the name suggests, were once an active class, a path of transcendence in the physical realm.

Gongqing...its mysterious power comes from the blood that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Of course, the modern shogunate no longer has ministers, but many families still maintain their names and worship their gods, and the power of their bloodlines is recovering... Isn't that the case with the sisters of the Chonggong family?

There are many other mysterious powers, similar to demons, half-demons, ninjas, etc., which are gradually recovering.

There are even some mysterious forces from overseas, Western witches, psychics, magicians, some blood races from across the sea, and so on.

Over the years, signs of activity have become more frequent.

"The mountain and rain are about to come and the wind is full of buildings!"

"Whether to convert the newly created novel manuscript into a ladder, consumption points: 3."

A line of faint fluorescent writing is particularly conspicuous in front of my eyes.

Sifeng Yuanyu's path is completely different from that of ordinary gods.

Taking Wei Tan Monogatari as his own ladder, this is also his ladder of progress.

This is a laborious effort, and as time accumulates, there are more and more steps, and it is natural to expand the control over the field until it completely monopolizes this "reason".

Reason is the law of this world.

Chapter 47 Gap

Tick, tick.

Indoors, lines of words were continuously tapped on the display screen.

Yuu Sifengin's fingers almost danced with afterimages.

Since solving that monster, his strength has improved a little.

The power of the spirit changes from the inside out, gradually spreading to the body, allowing the body to generate its own strength, and gradually stepping into the realm beyond mortals.

You can easily type out one or two thousand words per minute.

Even including the revision and polishing time, it only takes half an hour to complete a [-]D essay.

This is the great difference between God and man.

With the continuous improvement of Sifeng Yuanyou's divine power, the difference will only become bigger and bigger in the future.

After a while, Yuu Sifeng finished revising a new ghost story.

"Ghost Story of the Old Schoolhouse".

After writing, upload it to the mailbox through the background, click the mouse, and click send.

After five seconds, Receive is displayed.

Looking at the exquisite alarm clock in the room, the hands have just passed 15 minutes.

Yuu Sifeng, whose pen name is Master Shenming, is a well-known author of monster novels. He has more than a dozen novelettes and short stories that have been published in influential magazines.

For now, it is still in the accumulation stage.

"Sifengyuan."

Yan Moai's figure suddenly flashed beside the bed, accompanied by a fluctuating breath of hell.

Her complexion was as calm as ever, and she was wearing a gorgeous deep black kimono.

"Have you fought someone?"

The girl's black hair fluttered, but she was in a trance, and the power from hell leaked a little.

"Well, after receiving your reply, I rushed back."

The spring breeze blows from the windows, and the sky blue curtains flutter slowly.

"Just now in hell, I found a wandering weirdness, there is a [gap] opened on the edge of hell."

The boy's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he noticed the message in the girl's words.

"What does [Gap] mean?"

"That's what you mentioned."

The hell girl slightly raised her neck, and her slender arms protruded from the wide sleeves of her kimono.

While the ethereal bells were ringing, countless reverse butterflies, accompanied by phantoms of petals of various colors, bloomed in front of them layer by layer.

The darkness engulfed the two of them, and a familiar aura appeared around them.

The blood-red sunset shines at night, sinking into the river.

The surface of the water connects to the sky, all orange-red.

Under an ancient tree with a huge canopy, Yuu Sifeng sniffed gently.

The sea of ​​Bianhua flowers bloomed all over the surrounding area, and as far as the eye could see, there was a sea of ​​red flowers.

"It's rare to see such a beautiful scene in hell."

After admiring it for a while, he noticed a small villa deep in the sea of ​​flowers.

"That's your house?"

Yan Moai's eyes fluttered, hesitated, and nodded.

"Now...it's home."

"It's just that mother-in-law doesn't necessarily welcome you, so we don't have to go there."

"follow me."

The girl was leading the way ahead, and it was only then that Yuu Sifeng noticed that there was a path that was one person wide among the flowers.

Follow the girl's footsteps and listen to her introduction here.

"Hell is very large, boundless, but most of it is barren and barren.

The souls of sin sank into the Santu River and flowed down the river, turning into residents of hell, most of whom died out gradually. "

"However, even in the barren hell, there are very few such places that are suitable for living, and they should be our dwellings as a matter of course."

"Except for my mother-in-law and me, there are basically no mortals who can arrive here, and few guests are welcomed here."

"very beautiful."

Sifengyuan Yuu admired the splendid and peculiar beauty of the city.

"You just don't see it often enough."

"The sunset here will never set; the flowers here will always be the flowers of the other side... No matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you look at it for hundreds of years, you will get used to it."

"For you, the constant hell is indeed too deserted."

Yuu Sifeng agreed.

While talking, the two came to an open space.

There are a large number of overwhelmed Bana flowers here.

The petals are falling, the branches and leaves are broken, and the remaining flowers and leaves are very desolate.

"Look there."

Her hair fluttered lightly, and the girl pointed into the air.

Without her prompting, Yuu Sifeng was already breathing stagnantly.

The purple-black crack, just seeing it for a moment, has an indescribable feeling.

As if... the transparent air split like glass, this is a very ugly scar, with a strong sense of discomfort.

"Exotic breath..."

Sifeng Yuanyu's breath fluctuated, and then he quickly adjusted and got used to it.

His complexion is also ugly.