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

Just being caught up in their aura made me sweat profusely.

Unlike Manami, Yuko looked eager: "They seem to be running towards Fukie's ward."

The ignorant are fearless.

Manami envied Yuko's slowness, but she also confirmed once again that Yuko really did not have the talent to become an exorcist.

Whether you are a wizard, medium, shaman, exorcist or psychic, sensing danger is always the first step.

If you can't survive to the end, why should you protect others?

But my relatives were there, and the terrifying existence was approaching again. It was obviously impossible for me to pretend nothing had happened and leave.

Manami had no choice but to rush over with the excited Yuko.

Fu Ji painted the ward.

The resentment that could not be born gave birth to the curse, which turned into a human-faced cyst that grew in Fu Jihui's abdomen.

In this way, it devoured Fu Jihui's consciousness bit by bit and eventually replaced her.

Even if I knew this would happen, there was nothing I could do.

Ji Hezi, who was guarding her daughter's bedside, was dozing off. Weird things had been happening frequently recently, but it didn't matter anymore. As long as her sister was well prepared, she would definitely be able to solve her daughter's problems.

Because my sister has always been so reliable.

But the younger sister never came, and the daughter Fu Jihui suddenly screamed, and the human-face cyst on her stomach began to twist wildly.

She immediately called a doctor, and after the sedative was injected, Fu Jihui fell into a deep sleep.

The human face cyst in the abdomen also calmed down.

Ji Hezi looked at the smile on her daughter's lips and felt something was wrong for some reason. Did her daughter smile like this before?

"Knock knock~"

There was a knock on the door, and a black-haired girl in a white dress came in.

"Excuse me!" she greeted, forcing a grim smile on her face.

Ji Hezi's heart skipped a beat.

Such a familiar smile, just like... the one on my own daughter's face.

It's not that they smile alike or look alike, but the kind of smile that makes people feel cold and chilly.

"็ Hello Who are you?"

"Kayako," she said, "Yashiro Kayako, I came over to say hello because I sensed a familiar presence."

Kayako walked to the bedside and reached out to lift the quilt.

Ji Hezi forgot to stop her and watched her lift up her daughter's quilt and hospital gown, revealing her belly.

With a light touch of the palm, a distorted human-face cyst immediately appeared on the flat abdomen.

"Ah!" Fu Jihui screamed, but the sound did not come from her daughter's mouth, but from the cyst on the face.

Jihezi yelled, "Fujihui!"

"You're late." Fu Jihui opened her eyes. The sedative had no effect on her.

She looked at Kayako with moving eyes.

The grudges are also attracted to each other.

Kayako is a human body that devours the curse, while Fujie is a human body that is occupied by the curse. In terms of existence alone, Fujie is superior.

If she devoured Kayako, she would definitely become a stronger curse... until Natsuki came running over. Then, Sadako and Little Sadako also came over.

There is no action.

Kayako stood on the right side of the bed.

Natsuki stood on the left side of the bed.

Sadako and little Sadako stood on the bed.

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They looked down at the cursed black girl lying on the bed.

Black girl: Trembling and daring not to move at all.

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Black Girl: Trembling.

Xia Shu: Don’t shiver.

The dark red breath scraped across the skin of ordinary people present like fingernails, as if it were a red-hot iron plate, sizzling when it touched the neck, causing the skin to contract.

Is it oil or sweat that is secreted from the back?

In short, the clothes got even wetter.

Yuko's perception was the most obvious. She looked at the hospital bed carefully and did not have any special feelings towards the relatives of her "master".

With her dull intelligence that was only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, she really couldn't see anything wrong with the girl named Fu Jihui. She had an ordinary appearance, was rather gloomy, and looked a little pitiful.

Instead, it was his college classmate Kayako, a gentle girl in a white dress, and a man in a black robe who turned the room into a BBQ restaurant. The fire burning was the fire of the soul, and he was the piece of meat on the board that kept shrinking and wrinkling.

Kayako has become different. She was an unknown person before, but now she has a very uncomfortable aura. It is uncomfortable but impossible to ignore her.

"Master?" She turned her head to look for him, and saw the master who was even more scared than herself.

He must be scared, his face was pale and he was trembling.

Yuko, who had been sluggish until then, suddenly began to tremble as well.

Being able to have a daily life and playing around every day might be happier than looking for supernatural events like she was trying to kill herself. Yuko's mind became a little confused, and she began to recall the popsicle she had eaten in the summer and the senior who confessed to her.

The memory becomes clearer, but the consciousness becomes more blurred.

Everyday memories always make people linger.

In the summer after the rainy season, enjoy the cool under the eaves in the countryside.

Holding a popsicle and blowing a shaking fan, her flying black hair is just like her mood at the moment.

The TV behind me was still playing.

After finishing a popsicle, he turned around and looked at the TV, which was showing a scene of a woman combing her hair in front of a mirror.

Twisting words, a little girl walking around with her face covered...

"Yawn" She yawned and crawled into the quilt.

Then, a pale hand stretched out from under the quilt and grabbed her face. The five fingers were so strong that the knuckles turned white.

"what!"

Yuko couldn't help but scream and regained consciousness instantly.

I was still standing in front of the ward. Everyone's standing position had not changed. The only one who had changed was probably myself.

Wetter...wetter!

The clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

"Are you okay?"

"Master, I just..."

"You are saying something incomprehensible." She looked at Yuko with eyes full of guilt and helplessness.

Yuko turned her gaze to Fu Jiehui who was lying on the bed. The girl was lying quietly and sleeping soundly.

Although I don’t know what exactly happened to the other person, I can imagine that she must be safe now.

"The power of human habit is very scary. If you live the same life every day, such as skipping breakfast, then after a long time your body will naturally evolve into a state where you don't eat breakfast. So even if Fu Jihui went through that, as long as she wakes up from a sleep, she can immediately return to her habitual life, back to her normal daily routine."

Yuko looked at her master and felt that her words had a hidden meaning.

"But, just like when a knife cuts the skin, it leaves a wound. Even if it heals, it will leave a scar. From then on, countless days and nights, her daily life was filled with untouchable instinctive fears. She was afraid of seeing the sea, afraid of seeing giants, afraid of walking at night, afraid of hiding in narrow spaces, afraid of seeing animals with sharp beaks..."

Her various experiences explain people's instinctive fear from a "supernatural" perspective.

It turns out that every kind of fear is a scar left after experiencing a supernatural event.

The master still looked at her with guilt and pity in his eyes. Yuko probably understood why. The hallucination just now might be the scar left by chance.

TV and bed...

"Master, do you have any scars too?" Yuko asked.

"Full of holes" Her answer left Yuko silent.

"..."

"..."

“Can we go back to our daily lives?”

"If you don't actively think about it."

That's simply impossible.

Yuko immediately rejected this method in her heart.

Her eyes fell on Kayako, then Sadako, and finally locked onto Natsuki. She just felt that this man was very mysterious, and the mysterious thing was not in his clothes.

Although it was a bit strange for him to wear a black robe like a windbreaker in this season, and although he was very handsome, it was not enough to support his mystery.

Rather than saying where the mystery is, it is better to say that he is the mystery itself.

It's like seeing the word "mysterious".

Are there really people who are labeled?

Now we can be sure that it really exists.

No matter who the other party is, she no longer has the desire to solve the problem. When the trouble is as terrible as a mountain that you can't see the top of, no matter who you are, you will feel powerless.

Everyone has to do things within their ability.

The spirit of Yugong moving mountains is worthy of praise, but what if you don’t meet a god who is moved by you?