Survival: King Picking Game

As a ghost, she also has things to fear.

Just like the famous evil spirit - Jia coconut, the same quality and overwhelming resentment came from behind Geng Xizi.

But compared to that time, the fear at this moment seems to go deeper into the depths of the soul...

Like a rusty mechanism, she turned her head stiffly bit by bit.

——A figure exuding an ominous atmosphere was standing in the middle of the classroom, looking at her quietly.

The whole body is covered in shadows, like hair, like aquatic seaweed, extending upwards, floating and swaying.

... Ah, yes.

A figure similar to hers.

Blood-red pupils similar to hers...

The face that can't be seen clearly is only the teeth that are curved like crescent moons.

It's such an ugly figure.

Every dusk, you will meet guys in various places in the academy.

For a moment, countless broken pictures flashed through Geng Xizi's head, and his headache was about to split.

"...Ah, do you feel scared again?"

That ominous figure... spoke.

The sound was hoarse and unpleasant, like the chirping of pig iron.

"Do you want to separate this ugly feeling from me?"

"It was the same yesterday, and it is the same today. It was the same in the past. Every day in the past..."

"……what are you saying?"

Geng Xizi hugged his head in pain, muttering to himself.

The headache got worse.

The shadows are getting closer.

"Can't you remember? Of course, after all, those memories and emotions were all stuffed into me together. Once there are new memories, they will only continue to be transferred."

"In order to maintain this pure and beautiful posture, Geng Xizi, you don't hesitate to treat me so cruelly."

"……Aha……"

Geng Xizi was in such pain that he couldn't breathe.

Finally, she looked closely at the ominous "evil spirit"——

...that was her own face.

Who is she?

"who are you!"

Geng Xizi's beautiful face was distorted by unprecedented fear.

"I...is you."

"She" smiled lowly.

"...Impossible... Please stop talking nonsense!"

The ghost girl shook her head violently, desperately denying it, but she didn't dare to raise her head and look at the ominous figure.

"Yes, yes, of course you won't admit it..."

"She" sighed in disappointment.

"How can someone as ugly as me be Geng Xizi?"

"Obviously I am also you, and I am also 'Xizi', but I can only appear at this time."

"I can't talk to the teacher, and I can't get to know Misaki-san. I can't do anything."

"But..."

In Gengxizi's ears.

The voice of "her" became low and evil again——

"Can you really forget? Can you really not remember?"

"You who died sixty years ago; the poor man who was used as a 'stand-in' twenty-six years ago and couldn't even die; and the girl who was sacrificed to the devil in cruel rituals twelve years ago..."

"All these, the truth behind the scenes, haven't you and I experienced and watched together?"

"Karma is circulating, Xizi. In this academy, what is spreading crazily is the most terrifying curse in the world, the last god of death."

"It's like the infestation of a fierce dream, everyone, everyone will become different, Xizi, are you aware of it?"

"A tragic tragedy will happen again, as it was sixty years ago, as it was twenty-six years ago, as it was twelve years ago. And this time, the results will only be crueler, and the 'curse' will even spread to everyone in this school..."

"There's no time, Xizi. So..."