I loaded the ghost talk game

Early morning, Tokyo.

A low-rent apartment in Kamiyagawa.

"Ah!" "Hum!"

"Ah!" "Hum!"

The bamboo knife swung down again and again, pulling the sound of hunting in the air.

This is Kamiyagawa's daily Suzhen practice.

From time to time, tiny drops of sweat dripped from his cheeks or arms and landed on the old wooden floor.

But Kamiya didn't care about that at all.

Just keep the original movement, repeating the boring movement of slashing.

Cooperating with the rhythmic breathing method of opening "ah" and closing "hum", the momentum of each empty swing is very fierce.

Although in the world of ghost stories, you can hang up to brush up the proficiency of [Nodachi Self-Display Style].

But in reality, as long as he is free, Kamiyagawa will do a certain amount of sword swing practice every day.

After finishing 300 sets of Suzhen, Kamiyagawa stopped the bamboo knife, raised his sore arms, and wiped the sweat from his cheeks and forehead:

"Not fast enough."

If you find a knowledgeable person to watch this group of Suzhen that Kamiyagawa has just completed, then the other party will definitely not be stingy with praise and praise for this beautiful boy.

Kamiyagawa's basic sword skills are too solid.

At his current age, to be able to play such a group of Su Zhen must be the result of practicing swordsmanship since he was a child, and persisting for more than ten years.

This child has a promising future!

But Kamiyagawa himself is not satisfied with his current performance.

"Is it only for this purpose to cheat?"

By hanging up with Mr. Chigui before, Kamiyagawa has successfully raised the [Nodachi Self-Display Style] to another level.

From [proficiency level] to [proficiency level].

The experience required for the next upgrade has also changed from the original 1,000 points to the unattainable 10,000 points.

"At first, I thought that after mastering the [Nodachi Self-Display Style] at the proficient level, I would be able to smoothly comprehend the profound meaning of swordsmanship, but it still didn't work."

"Tsk, what's the problem?"

To practice Zixian Liu, a school of swordsmanship, in addition to practicing physical techniques, one also needs to master a set of corresponding mental techniques.

The mental method is about how to use the blade to divide time.

The corresponding units of time are - "cut", "minute", "second", "silk", "sudden", "millimetre", "centimeter", and the highest level "Yunyao".

When meeting Hanako's family for the first time before, Kamiyagawa burst into play temporarily, and comprehended the three flavors of the self-expression flow heart method like a divine enlightenment.

Successfully mastered the method of using a blade to divide time into "a trace" (corresponding to the modern 24-hour timing method, which is about 0.134 seconds), and mastered the corresponding sword technique profound meaning, three-foot strike.

However, this seems to be Kamiyagawa's current limit.

"Dividing time to a moment is like the silk spun by a silkworm."

Shen Guchuan tipped the bamboo knife to the corner of the wall, and shook his head helplessly: "The mental formulas for the next level are easy to remember, but this is too abstract and metaphysical."

According to the mental method of self-expression flow, dividing time with a knife to "suddenly" is an important watershed stage. At this point in practice, one officially enters the stage of perceiving ideas.

It is not too much to say it is metaphysics.

Those who can break through this watershed are well-deserved masters of self-displaying swordsmanship.

It has to be a unique swordsmanship genius to do it.

After entering the realm where the split time is "suddenly", you can master the swordsmanship mystery that is stronger and faster than the three-foot strike——

Silk beat.

However, the reality is always cruel.

The vast majority of swordsmen who practice the self-explanatory style, and even many so-called self-explanatory masters in the world, have been unable to break through the method of "Suddenly" in their entire lives.

"Being far from mastering the silk fight, I always feel that something is missing."

"Are you going to face the desperate situation of life and death again? But one thing to say, I face the desperate situation of life and death almost every day. I am dying, living and dying..."

Kamiyagawa gently pressed his right thumb joint with his upper teeth.

"Or, it's just that my physical fitness is not good enough?"

"For example, my physique point or agility point need to be higher, and then I can combine the techniques and mentality of the self-explanatory flow to hit the silk?"

Thinking to no avail, Kamiyagawa went straight to the toilet, took a shower, washed off his stinky sweat, and felt refreshed.

Then he put his bag on his back and left the house.

Today is the second day since he returned to Tokyo from Inunarui.

It's time to go to school to board the game.

In order to open a new map, I didn't push the progress of the game well this weekend, as if there were ants crawling on my body.

...

Logged into the game from the cherry blossom forest of Hanabin High School.

Then go to the second map, Inuming Pass, after going through Shenzhang tp.

In the line of sight, the dark color blocks are cohesive and pieced together, the colors become more intense, and finally everything stabilizes, forming a gloomy world.

"The dog is called Toge, I'm tm coming!"

The login point on the second map is the same as what Kamiyagawa saw last time.

The mouth of the pitch-black tunnel was open, like the mouth of a gigantic monster.

Behind him, the deserted small road stretches out all the way, which seems to lead to far, far away places.

Forward, or backward, two directions of exploration.

"It is said that the Gouning Tunnel is the passage leading to Gouning Village, so going into the tunnel should be more dangerous than going out of the highway, right?"

Just as Kamiyagawa was thinking about which direction to explore first, he suddenly felt something climbed up the back of his right foot and slapped his calf.

This touch is definitely a living thing!

"leave!"

Kamiyagawa kicked his legs almost subconsciously, turning the unknown object on his right foot into a dark and gorgeous parabola, and flew far away.

At the same time, he quickly pulled out the [Blood-stained Hatchet] and looked intently at the point where the thing fell.

"Aba whimper..."

At the landing point of the parabola, a human-shaped creature stood up humming.

Probably because of the terrible fall just now, the thing stood up and swayed in a daze for a long time before waking up.

The first reaction after waking up was to run all the way, like a strange species, sprinting to the feet of Kamiyagawa.

That's right, feet.

This humanoid creature is only about 8 centimeters tall by visual inspection.

From the appearance, it does look like a human being, naked and naked. Bald, bearded, and wrinkled, he looks like a little old man.

"The little things are pretty chic."

Because he didn't feel threatened, Kamiyagawa didn't attack the 8 cm tall thing.

Moreover, he seemed to recognize the identity of this little thing.

After spending so long in the forum of "Ghost Story and Hundred Ghosts Exchange", and there are big guys like [Zi Shang] who give advice from time to time, Kamiyagawa's theoretical knowledge of ghost stories has also improved.

Little old man.

The name of this thing.

A kind of urban ghost story, basically appearing in a harmless and weak image.

The little old man jumped up and down around Kamiyagawa's feet.

"Um, you look like you have something to say to me?"

Kamiyagawa held the hatchet lightly and squatted down.

"Aba whimper!" Seeing that Shengu finally answered him, the little old man jumped up excitedly and waved his hands.

Kamiyagawa: ...

What the hell is this talking about?

As a well-known ghost story in Japan, this little old man is not good either, far inferior to the popular ghost story Mary and Hanako.

The toilet ghost doll and the phone ghost can still speak a few understandable human words.