Damn! I'm surrounded by beautiful women's ghost stories

The so-called "drawing the sword" actually means taking the sword out from another space.

Even Kayako and Sadako, who were at the top of the B-level ghost stories, did not dare to get close to the sealed Tsumukari sword. Now the fully unsealed artifact was pulled out at such a close distance, and the character to be dealt with was a C or even D-level ghost story... The result is self-evident!

The evil spirits who had just wanted to devour Xia Shu completely discovered the problem at the first moment and realized that the man in front of them, who looked like he was about to die from staying up late, was not an exorcist who was seeking his own death.

The identities of both parties, hunter and prey, have changed in an instant!

The Dumuqi sword was completely unsheathed, and its aura was enough to scare the evil spirits. Unlike the "urban legends", they would never appear again after death, nor could they go to the underworld. Instead, their souls would be truly shattered!

The ferocious aura intimidated the "clacking" sound of teeth chattering, and also frightened the eight evil spirits that had just squeezed in from the door and made them turn around and try to run away.

It’s a pity that the distance is too close and no one can escape!

The two hanged men who were closest to Xia Shu and were almost riding on his neck were the first to be hit by the light emitted by the divine weapon. Their bodies were like crayon marks on a drawing board, with half of their bodies wiped off by the rag.

The action of drawing the sword drove the artifact forward, and Xia Shu's target was always the three-sided mirror.

He could sense that the three-sided mirror was the only target at the scene that might qualify as a "C-level" target, but no matter what kind of evil spirit was hiding inside, it would be killed with one strike.

Not to mention evil spirits, even the legendary Shuten-doji, could he withstand a few of my swords?

This knife can make the King of All Ghosts die with hatred, what can stop it!

The owner of the "click-click-click" teeth-collision sound never appeared from beginning to end, and it was too late for him to appear now.

The three "Natsuki" in the three mirrors had different expressions, but they were all terrified and trying to say something.

The sharpness of the Tsumugari sword was far beyond imagination. It slashed across the three mirrors. Then Xia Shu, without even looking at it, used his left foot as a support, letting the force and inertia of the sword drive him to spin, and the whole person spun in a big circle.

The evil spirits behind him who reacted and tried to escape were also enveloped.

At this moment, it seems as if time has stopped.

Only a white line with the tip of the Tsumu-kariya sword as the base point divided the room that was filled with negative energy like a tin can.

"Click" white lines appeared diagonally on the three mirrors.

The white line cut the three-sided mirror into two halves and slowly slid down along the cut.

The three "Natsuki" with different expressions were also cut diagonally by white lines, but the white lines on their faces turned into red lines.

Beheaded... and then, blood gushed out.

Thick dark blood, which was eerie and not like that of a living person, gushed out from the mirror that was broken in half, instantly dyeing the entire ground red.

Bang!

The same thing happened to other evil spirits that were swept by the white line. Their bodies exploded like soap bubbles and turned into the original yin energy, making the air in the room a little darker. However, this darkness disappeared quickly and only waited for the sky to clear outside and the sun to shine through.

Xia Shu, maintaining his "handsome" look, sat on the ground with his knife in hand.

I'm exhausted.

But the situation was not bad this time. If I hadn't stayed up late before and drank functional drinks crazily which led to accumulated fatigue, I might not have fallen into a drowsy state at all. I could have taken a nap and eaten some sugar and then been able to move normally.

It is not a good thing to fall into a coma immediately after using a knife, and then have no control over your life and death.

"It should be related to 'Hanako' and 'Pen Fairy'."

He could only guess from this, and at the same time he became more interested in exploring the world of that "ghost story garbage dump".

Falling asleep is inevitable now, and he doesn't know how long he will spend in the dream, two months, two years, or even longer... But this time he is much more confident and believes that he can get better results in another world.

As the three mirrors were cut off, the exploration degree reached 100%. The final hidden part must be in the mirror. As for how much "space" the mirror hid, he no longer cared.

The exploration treasure chest that appeared in front of him might be more attractive to him.

As the treasure chest appeared, Xia Shu also noticed something wrong with the space.

“Is this map going to collapse?”

The air became very unstable and trembling.

The "singularity" of evil spirits seems to be quite different from the "ghost map" of urban legends. Without a foundation, the map collapses directly, unlike urban legends. As long as the legend is not forgotten, the map will still appear.

He has not encountered this kind of situation very often. In the past, he had to deal more often with urban legends. After all, urban legends are more likely to be "popular" and many people check in. On the contrary, some "haunted houses" are unpopular and people instinctively don't want to get close to them. Except for the locals, no one will care too much about them.

The difference and gap between the two existences are already very obvious.

The "refresh" of urban legends relies on word of mouth, and the death of urban legends is being forgotten, not having their heads chopped off or their hearts pierced.

Ghosts are completely on their own.

The Dumuqi sword was placed casually beside him. He forced himself to open the treasure chest in front of him.

There was a three-sided mirror inside.

When he picked up the three-sided mirror, the "singularity" collapsed, and the scenery in front of him did not change at all. He was still sitting on the second floor of Murakami's house. The difference was that it was covered with dust, there was no broken three-sided mirror on the table, and there was no blood flowing on the ground.

Even the lights above my head were working fine, with no impact on the inner world or the outer world.

He looked at the mirror in his hand and found that it could be folded and was about the same size as an iPad.

[Three-Sided Mirror (Cursed Item/Normal): Creates three mirror images that are malicious but good at disguise and attempt to kill the original body]

Xia Shu looked in the mirror and found that the three "Xia Shu" in the mirror had gentle smiles on their faces and opened their mouths to try to say something.

This "gentleness" is creepy, because no one wants to see themselves in the mirror with their own consciousness.

Especially the "Xia Shu" in the middle opened his mouth and said something, waved at Xia Shu, and tried to climb out of the mirror.

"Snap!" A demon-sealing talisman was delivered.

The expressions of the two "Xia Shu" on the left and right suddenly changed.

"Shh," Xia Shu said in a tired and hoarse voice, "Don't move, or I'll chop you down."

The mirror image couldn't figure out how he was exposed. He should have behaved very gently. He could have disguised himself as having "split personality" or "inner projection" to gain Natsuki's trust, and then capture him and run away himself.

But I didn't expect Xia Shu to take action directly.

"Yawn" Xia Shu yawned, tears came out, and his vision became more and more blurred.

He was too lazy to argue with the mirror image, so he simply pinched a stack of demon-sealing talismans and sandwiched them between the three mirrors, then folded them up and threw them next to the Dumuqi sword.

Light a cigarette and cheer yourself up.

After shaking his head, he took out his cell phone, stared hard and searched for a while in the address book, and finally called a trustworthy person who was quiet and obedient.

If it is the other party, there will definitely be no problem after being asked.

"Hello?" The voice was a little cold.

"I'm in a residential area next to Shakujii Park. The address is: XXXX, Murakami's house. Come here and pick me up..."

"No!" The voice on the phone didn't seem to want to help, but after a while, when Xia Shu's voice wasn't heard, he finally said, "Wait for me!"

Xia Shu had already laid down on the tatami, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

The last screen shows the contact who is on the phone: San Shen Zhu.

Chapter 244: Exorcism? Exorcise me!

[Exorcist Psychic Taisho] Accepting orders, if you are haunted by urban legends, I will help you!

With a briefcase tucked under his arm, Takeo Saeki held a note in one hand and a flyer in the other, and walked quickly through the alley with his head down.

My shoulder suddenly bumped into the person in front of me.

"Ah, that hurts!" A young girl was walking hurriedly and bumped into him.

Takeo Saeki subconsciously looked at the other person and found that she was just a young girl.

He subconsciously looked the other person up and down.

The girl was a little dazed, probably because she was not in the right state, so she collided with Takeo Saeki who was also distracted.

She was wearing casual clothes with dark red bloodstains on the cuffs, the uppers of her white sneakers were covered with mud, and the hems of her skirt were tangled with inconspicuous weeds.

But this is the city, where is she from?

"What does it have to do with me!"

Takeo Saeki sneered in his heart. No matter whether the other party was a murderer or someone else, it had nothing to do with him. He felt overwhelmed by the troubles coming to him now.

Feeling Takeo Saeki's gaze, the girl dodged in fear.

After dodging, the first reaction is to run away or scream, or cover your chest, but to cover your face.

Hide face?

"Maybe he really killed someone." Takeo Saeki looked down at the handwritten address and ignored the other party.

The cell phone suddenly rang at this moment.

Saeki Takeo noticed that it was the girl's cell phone ringing, and then the other party deliberately lowered her voice when she answered the phone: "Moshimoshi, Nako? Yes... yes, um, we... I know, it will be fine... right."

The distance was getting farther and farther, and I could no longer hear what the other person was saying, but it didn't matter.

After turning a few streets, Takeo Saeki was standing at the end of the alley, in a shop that looked quite "grand".

"Taisho Exorcist House"

He took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.

"Hello, I'm here to exorcise the devil!"

……

Xia Shu returned to the "Long Dream" world and found that time was still flowing slowly, not static, but it seemed to be moving very slowly after he left.

The fact that there is almost no improvement or decline in the performance of "Hanako" and "Bixian" is very telling.

The peculiar life of three people living together unfolded in a very strange way.

As if there was no logic, the Slit-mouthed Woman took the initiative to move in, and Kayako accepted her calmly.

"What does Miss Slit like to eat?"

The slit-mouthed woman said nothing, looking at Natsuki floating to the side.

"Curry?" Kayako asked again.

She was in very good condition. With the ghost of Natsuki around, she immediately felt a lot more relaxed when she accepted the slit-mouthed woman. It was very natural.

In her eyes, there seems to be no difference between people, ghosts, and urban legends.

Even the whole person has become a lot more talkative.