I, enter the zero world, change the ending

Even so, even though tears were already seeping from the corners of his eyes and his heart was panicked, Jianzi could only remain calm until the evil spirit got bored and left on its own.

Damn it, why hasn't the bus come yet? Why does the evil spirit have to keep haunting me?!

At this moment, Jianzi just wanted to cry and call for help.

But... even if she called for help, it wouldn't change anything, because except for her, no one else could see anything. Even if they did, what could ordinary people do when facing a huge and ferocious evil spirit?

Even the Buddhist beads that he had spent a huge amount of money to buy to ward off evil spirits automatically fell apart after encountering evil spirits.

At this moment, Jianzi was filled with boundless despair until a hand reached out from the crowd and held her hand. She subconsciously looked towards the source and saw a young man who looked like a college student.

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The man had short hair, well-proportioned features, and a rather handsome appearance. Jianzi stared at him blankly, watching him lead her away from the bus stop to a relatively open area. During this time, the evil spirit also followed.

"Can you see me?" the evil spirit asked in a sinister voice, this time asking the man.

Hearing this, the man turned around, gave her a bored look, and then sighed slightly, "I can see it, I can see it. Are you annoying or not? You've been nagging and nagging since just now. The girl clearly doesn't want to pay attention to her, but you still keep pestering her. What do you want to do?"

"You——can see?!" Like Columbus discovering the New World, the evil spirit's eyes suddenly widened.

"Nonsense, how could I not see? I'm not blind." The man kept scratching his itchy scalp. "You are the so-called evil spirit, right? Honestly, I've seen many evil spirits, but this is the first time I've encountered one as ugly as you. Although the evil spirits I encountered before were horrible, they were still human-shaped, with height and body shapes within the human range. And what kind of skinny thing are you? You look so abstract. Is your mother also like this? Is it a genetic inheritance, or are you a low-quality freak that escaped from some laboratory?"

The man kept making sarcastic remarks, and Jianzi, who was standing next to him, was sweating profusely and his legs and feet were shaking. At first, the evil spirit was only concerned about whether it could see him, but after being ridiculed, it was completely enraged.

"You can see it!!!" The evil spirit roared and rushed towards the man, like a shark smelling blood.

Seeing that the man had no hope of escape, Jianzi closed his eyes in despair.

The other party helped her draw the evil spirit's attention away, but had to pay the price of his life for it.

Jianzi closed her eyes tightly, and surprisingly, she didn't hear the man's screams for a long time. Confused, she opened her eyes and saw that the evil spirit was almost catching the man, and it stopped like an Android that was input the standby command.

What's going on here?

Jianzi was very surprised and curious. He turned his gaze to the man and found that he was still calm and was slowly unbuttoning his clothes.

Then, a white arm stretched out from the man's chest, and the boy trembled violently with fear. Next, a head with long flowing hair emerged from the chest, followed by the upper body, and finally the whole body separated from the man and stood on the ground.

In front of him was a woman of the same age as himself, wearing a white wedding gown.

The woman was so beautiful that she could captivate fish and geese, with eyes and eyebrows as picturesque as a painting, a waist as firm as a willow, and a beauty that could make the moon and flowers ashamed. Jianzi had always been very confident about his appearance, but he felt ashamed in front of this woman.

Judging from the way she appeared, she should not be human, but she looks like a human and is really beautiful.

Seeing Ziqing, he couldn't help but feel emotional, and looked him up and down from head to toe.

Could it be that the sudden stop of the evil spirit has something to do with her?

It was not until then that Jianzi noticed that there was a hemp rope tied around the evil spirit's waist. The hemp rope was exposed to the air, but it was placed horizontally, contrary to the laws of physics, as if it was dragging the evil spirit's body.

At the same time, Jianzi heard the man give orders in a small voice.

"Do it, dear."

The next moment, a hemp rope appeared out of thin air around the evil spirit's neck and limbs. The five hemp ropes swayed in different directions. As the swaying hemp ropes quickly straightened, the evil spirit began to howl in heart-wrenching pain.

"Sizzle"

Something splashed onto the surrounding ground, and after hitting the ground, it was still emitting black bubbles, like boiling water, and also emitting bursts of black smoke.

When Jianzi looked closely, he found that it was the blood of the evil spirit that was flowing out through the torn limbs.

The man had a determined look on his face.

Seeing the incapacitated evil spirit instinctively shaking its body in an attempt to escape, a playful look appeared in the man's eyes.

"Wow, you're still alive like this, you have such a strong vitality."

Next, the man turned to Miko and said, "Oh, by the way, your name is Yotsuya Miko, right? Don't ask me why I know that, because I just saw you and I know that you have been living in agony because of these guys all these years." As the man spoke, he took out a small knife from his arms. After removing the scabbard, Miko noticed that the blade was a rare amber color, and then the amber knife was handed to her.

"Come, Jianzi, you've been feeling aggrieved for so many years, it's time to vent your anger."

The brilliant golden light illuminated Jianzi's pupils. Jianzi held the knife and swallowed his saliva with a serious expression.

She couldn't bear it.

Because the evil spirit gave her a pleading look, and she had been avoiding it for many years, she was not used to suddenly taking the lead.

After waiting for a moment, the man sighed helplessly.

Seeing that Jianzi was still reluctant to move, the man simply covered Jianzi's hand with his broad palm, and then pressed down hard, stabbing the blade into the evil spirit's eyes. Then the evil spirit began to twist its body desperately, and at the same time let out a wail that was even more painful than before.

Not long after, the evil spirit finally stopped moving, like a puppet with its strings cut, or like a melting snowman.

"How about it? Do you feel relieved?" the man asked excitedly.

Jianzi felt his head was in a daze, and his eyes were filled with crystal tears.

They stared at each other in silence. After a moment, the man took out an antique camera from his shoulder bag.

"Hey, this one is more suitable for you. Take it and use it first. There are fifty blue films in it. Remember to come to this address to find me for replenishment after you use them up." The man said as he handed over a postcard.

After Jianzi took it, the man waved his hand casually and left slowly. Jianzi looked at the man's back and felt a little dazed.

At night, Jianzi soaked in the bathtub, thinking about the day's experiences.

Perhaps because her cognition was too greatly impacted, the more she thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed to her, and she even suspected that she was dreaming.

With a sudden inspiration in his mind, Jianzi stood up from the bathtub, quickly dried his body, put on his pajamas, ran back to the room as fast as he could and opened the drawer.

It wasn't until I saw the postcard that I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Jianzi just stared at the postcard, rubbing his fingertips gently on the name column, where four words were written.

Sikong Zhiyao.

It was eleven fifty, time to go to bed. Just as Jianzi was about to turn off the TV, the doorbell rang.

Who is it, it's already this hour.

Confused, Jianzi walked to the entrance, looked outside through the peephole, and saw the man who helped him during the day.

Although he was surprised that the person from the opposite side would visit at this time, and although he didn't want to open the door for fear of his own safety, Jianzi's hand still reached out for the door handle for some unknown reason.

"Hey, you haven't slept yet."

Jianzi didn't know how to answer, so the two of them stood at the door and looked at each other.

"I just wanted to ask if the camera works well. I'll go back after confirming it."

Standing at the door all the time was not a solution. Thinking that this man had helped him during the day and now looked harmless, Jianzi, after careful consideration, invited the man into the house and took him to the living room, then ran back to his room and took the antique camera.

A supernatural variety show was being broadcast on TV, and the host, as usual, asked the audience to find ghosts hidden in photos.

At this moment, Jianzi's body trembled violently, and all the hairs on his body stood up.

An arm shrouded in darkness stretched out from behind the TV, followed by a whole body. Jianzi looked at the evil spirit crawling out in panic, his heart pounding.

"Can you see me?" the evil spirit asked.

Jianzi bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to say a word. Jianzi looked at the man, who remained calm and pointed his hand quietly at the antique camera.

Use a camera to deal with it————the man’s eyes conveyed this message.

After a struggle in his heart, Jianzi finally plucked up the courage to pick up the camera, set it up and aimed it at the evil spirit.

While her eyes were aiming at the evil spirit through the lens, the evil spirit on the other side of the lens was also looking at her through the lens, with its eyes wide open almost hitting the lens.

Hopefully this stuff actually works.

I hope...

「Click」

The dazzling incandescent light frightened the evil spirits back.

Immediately afterwards, high-pitched howls of pain began to be heard in his ears. Jianzi saw the evil spirit covering its eyes, falling to the ground, its body twisting constantly, and finally gradually turning into bubbles in the sky, never to be seen again.

It turns out it actually works, which is great.

Her body suddenly went limp, and she fell to the ground as if all her strength had been drained away. She bent down and hugged the camera, unable to control her tears of joy.

……

The morning light shines through the gauze curtains onto the wooden floor, and the chirping of birds can be heard outside the window.

As consciousness gradually returned, Zhiyao rubbed his eyes, yawned, then straightened his body and stretched.

I picked up my watch and looked at the time. It was already seven o'clock in the morning. I had planned to work all night, but I couldn't control myself and fell asleep on the table. I also had a strange dream.

He dreamed of Yotsuya Miko, a character he had seen in an anime before crossing into this world.

In the dream, he first helped her exorcise evil spirits at a bus stop, then gave her the camera, and later went to her house in the early hours of the morning.

But even if it was a dream, he felt there was a big problem, because Jianzi and he had two completely different painting styles, even the settings and worldviews were different. Why could the exorcism camera in this world definitely have a lethal effect on the evil spirits in that world?

Simply incredible.

No matter what, dreams are just dreams after all, and life must go on.

Yawning again, Zhiyao stood up shakily and went to the bathroom.

However, there was one thing he didn't notice: the ghost-exorcism camera that had been placed on the bedside table was missing.

Chapter 55: [Red Film]

The distance from Onikou to Himuro's main residence is very short, and it would not even take a minute to walk at full speed.

However, when Zhiyao walked through the middle corridor and returned to the house connecting the courtyard and the U-shaped corridor, she felt like a long time had passed.

"Because the speed of time flows is different." Seeing what he was thinking, Xiao Wuhui took the initiative to explain as usual.

"I know, I know, could you please stop looking at my privacy... If you want to look, just look, but you have to tell it out loud." Zhiyao felt inexplicably annoyed and spoke in an indignant tone.

"Sikong, are you in a bad mood?" Gudu said.

"Is it because of saying goodbye to my great-grandmother?" Shenhong guessed, "Although I didn't have any feelings for her, after she left, I have to say, I suddenly felt a little..."

Gudu: “Um, actually I also…”

Instantly, a depressing atmosphere surrounded the people present. Not wanting this to continue, Shen Hong quickly changed the subject, "Si Kong, what does it feel like to kiss? Can you tell me?"

Zhiyao was stunned. "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm just curious. Didn't you and Kirie already kiss?"

Seeing Shenhong and Gudu staring at her, Xiao Wuhui felt her face getting hot, and she quickly hid in Zhiyao's body. Zhiyao, who had nowhere to hide, naturally became the focus of attention.

"I'm a little lost for words..." Zhiyao thought about it, and suddenly an idea struck her. "Why don't you two just kiss each other? That way you can experience it at the same time."

Then he was met with unanimous eyerolls from Crimson and Gudu.

"Are you a pervert?" Shenhong raised his head slightly and snorted coldly.

"That's right." Gu Du agreed, "Why don't you find a man to kiss?"

"Because there is no need." With a slight smile, Zhiyao winked at the two of them.

Seeing this, Shenhong and the other guy suddenly felt as if they were being looked down upon by Xianchong, and thus decided not to embarrass themselves any further.

The atmosphere was finally no longer so depressing, and then Crimson returned to the topic.

"Let's go, where are we going next, Sikong?"

"Where are we going next, grandma?" Zhiyao patted her chest and motioned Xiaowu to draw it out.

Xiao Wuhui choked immediately, and half of her body emerged. She turned to face Zhiyao, her eyes filled with indignation, "Grandson, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Zhiyao turned away her eyes, snickering undisguisedly. At the end, she gently pinched Xiao Wuhui's ear and changed her address to another one, "Where are we going next, baby?"

As soon as the voice came out, Gudu rolled his eyes on the spot, turned his face away and spat on the ground to express his disgust for the display of affection in public without considering other people's feelings. Shenhong was different. She was more worried about her friend's future.

"Let's go to the jail first." Xiao Wuhui took Zhiyao's hand away and looked upstairs. "I hid the red film there. It's safer to carry it with you."

Shenhong and the other were about to ask what that place was, but they saw Zhiyao heading straight towards the U-shaped corridor, so they hurriedly followed.

Second floor, piano room.

"The zashiki-jaku is right next to this room." Zhiyao pointed to a sliding door and told Shenhong and the others, "Open the door and go up a little bit, and it's right here. I came out from there in my dream, and it happened to be right here."

Dreaming? Is it true? Shen Hong inexplicably wanted to complain.