I, the lord of ghost stories

It's strange not to resent, right? "

After listening for a long time, Geng Wujiang roughly figured out the context.

50 years ago, a plague broke out near this academy.

People were dying all over the village.

Geng Xizi took care of the girl next door whose adults had died.

After that, they were tied up by ignorant villagers and used as sacrifices to the gods, that is, human pillars.

The "pure girl", Geng Xizi, died that day.

He did nothing wrong, but after being treated like this, he took the form of an evil spirit.

"So, why am I seeing that gesture?"

"It's your heart that makes you look like that... You think Xizi looks like that, so you see that."

Sifengyuan Yu sat in front of Xizi's desk, explaining patiently.

"This is a very common thing, don't worry too much."

"Thank you."

Geng Zizi solemnly thanked Sifeng Yuanyou.

"Where's Xizi?"

He looked at the door, but there was no sign of Xizi.

"Sister... just left for a while."

"I persuaded my sister to leave the world, but she seemed unwilling."

Geng Zizi explained.

"What happened back then?"

Geng Wujiang asked.

"What happened after that? What happened after Zizi's death?"

"Why would you block her on campus?"

"At that time..."

A look of reminiscence appeared on Geng Zizi's face.

"We are chased by the fear of contagion and see only phantoms."

"While feeling safe from the fear of contagion—"

"All that's left in front of you is reality."

"The heavy price paid, the consciousness of sin, followed like a shadow, overwhelming everyone's heart."

"However, in order to protect this moment of peace, everyone chose to bury this taboo and chose to turn their backs on it."

"The correct method has not been handed down, and the ritual that is not even sure whether it really exists—"

"There's no way something like that would quell a contagion."

"The villagers fell ill and died one after another."

"People involved in the ceremony, or lost their minds, or contracted diseases, and everyone died."

"Someone was afraid that Xizi's resentment was at work, so in order to beg for mercy, they made a comfort tablet... engraved with my sister's name, trying to appease her dead soul."

"However, those moves are pointless."

"Then my father, because of his sister, was overly sad and killed himself."

"That's right, it seems that Xizi is calling—everyone has passed away."

"After that, I opened the basement where I was crucified by myself, during the ceremony, and saw my sister... my sister... starved to death..."

"There, I saw my sister's spirit for the first time..."

"However, my sister didn't take me away."

"[Xizi died of illness, the body has been placed], this is the record in the village."

"The matter of Xizi is considered taboo in the village, and you can't even talk about it."

"The same goes for sacrifices."

"The facts of the ceremony were all hidden. They didn't listen to what I said as a child at the time."

"No, it was my Geng family who was the last remaining at that time, and it became a taboo."

"They dare not kill me, for fear that my sister's evil spirit will take them away."

"But neither is approaching me, neither is consent."

"I became a taboo and an object of fear, but no one dared to bully me...until the original Jeans died, and they dumped the school to me—this is the reason for becoming a school director."

"It's ironic. Before they died, they were all scared and left their property to me... I hope this can redeem their sins. For the sake of my Geng family, my sister will show mercy."

"I kept everything in my heart and waited for the day when the resentment would go away."

"This day is very long, the whole day

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The next sunset..."

Chapter 130 A Tranquil Campus

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Second sunset...

What a long wait...

The life of a mortal is just over 2 days.

Depending on their race and strength, monsters have different lifespans, ranging from days, months, years to hundreds of years.

Some of the powerful big monsters have gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes.

Wild gods usually rise and fall in units of hundreds of years.

Just like Xizi, wandering in the campus, spent 50 years in a trance...

For different levels, time is different.

As the new god, Sifeng Yuanyu has only spent more than ten years in this world so far... He has not yet fully possessed the attitude of those ancient gods towards time.

In other words, humanity is greater than divinity.

"I heard from Sister Xizi that Sifengyuan Yousang rescued her, is that true?"

"it's me."

"That's it..."

Geng Zizi showed a smile on his face, and he vaguely resembled Xizi in outline.

This is not surprising... In the photo, Xizi and Zizi look very similar, maybe twins.

"Anyway, thanks to Yusang Sifengyuan for taking care of my sister."

Geng Zizi walked towards Sifeng courtyard and bent down.

Perhaps in her heart, Xizi is like a child who needs someone to take care of her.

After this incident, Sifeng Yuanyu's peaceful middle school life was not broken.

In the club activity room in the afternoon, Yuu Sifengin often enjoys the slowly flowing time...

"Sifengin-san, have you filled out your career questionnaire?"

A boy wearing glasses walked in the door, it was Kurata Ogawa.

"How could such a thing be thought of so quickly?"

Spread out on the desk to work is a form without filling in a single word.

"Ah, what should I do, I have to hand it in all to the teacher before school today."

"I still haven't figured it out, should I go to school? Or just go home and inherit the shrine... Anyway, I will definitely inherit the shrine in the end!"

Inheriting the shrine is certain... No one can inherit the shrine except Yuu Sifengin.

"Since this is the case, then fill in for further studies. With your academic ability, you can fill in a prestigious school."

"Even if you want to fill in your prestigious school, it's hard to decide... After all, there are so many schools, so you need to prepare different materials."

In addition to the unified exams similar to the unified exams, Dongying high school students also need to prepare for the corresponding school exams.

Due to the problem of examination time, it is unlikely that the same person can go to many schools to apply for the examination repeatedly...the time is limited.

Therefore, according to your usual deviation value and the subjects you are good at, choose a suitable school...

If you make the wrong choice, failing the exam is no joke.

"With your academic ability, I can fill in whatever you want. In short, hurry up, I really can't delay any longer."

He has urged several times.

Yuu Sifengyuan looked towards the atrium at this time.

Outside the window, the fallen branches of the cherry blossoms are already covered with green leaves, swaying in the wind.

Under the tall and luxuriant cherry trees, there are campus students spreading tablecloths, in groups of three or four, chatting happily and sharing bento.

It belongs to the atmosphere of the campus afternoon, leisurely and quiet.

"Sifengin-san, about the hell girl... do you still have contact?"

Kurata shyly tried to ask him.

"Not recently."

"Hellgirls have their own work to do and usually don't interact with us."

Yuu Sifengyuan smiled.

"Kurata-san, the normal way is that there is no way to remove the mark of hell on your body."

"Unless a higher level of divine power intervenes."

"More advanced means..."

"It means stronger than hell, much stronger, several times stronger, ten times stronger."

Kurata is a mixed school student who has been bullied on campus.

So by accident, he learned about the rumors of communication from hell.

At midnight, I typed the keyboard and saw the girl from hell, Yan Moai.

And at the terrible price of his soul falling into hell after his own death, he cursed his enemies.

That person just disappeared from the campus...

After that, many things happened again, and it was already summer in a flash.

"I used to think that this mark on your body could be easily removed, but now that I look at it, it's not like that."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't."

In terms of accumulated power, his ghost talk field is not as good as the accumulation of hell for thousands of years.

Therefore, the mark of this hell cannot actually be removed.

The mark itself doesn't have much power, but it is not alone.

To break it with a strong force, the strength must be higher than the multiple of the entire hell.