I loaded the ghost talk game

I also explored a half-collapsed house, but found no materials or props that could be picked up.

However, I saw a villager of Quanming Village who was alone.

Kamiyagawa approached carefully.

Because they looked and smelled like the same kind, the other party didn't respond.

When he was about three steps behind the villagers of Quanming Village, Shen Guchuan reached out and took out the [Blood-stained Hatchet] from the [Mirage Bag].

creak creak --

The villager of Gouning Village, who was alone, gritted his teeth violently, and finally realized that there was something wrong with approaching his companion.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

The blood-stained hatchet stabbed straight out, stabbing straight at the opponent's waist!

Kidney Slam!

The severe pain caused by the smashed waist made the villagers of Quanming Village wail, "Wow, woof", but it did not dissipate into black smoke.

Kamiyagawa will naturally not give the prey any chance to breathe and fight back.

He put his foot on the waist of the villager Quanming, and kicked forward.

A perfect backstab finish.

When the villagers of Quanming fell to the ground and convulsed, they jumped on them again and made several stabs brutally.

[Kill the villagers of Quanming Village and get 5 soul crystals! ]

Five soul crystals were credited.

Kamiyagawa left the house without much gain, feeling refreshed.

It feels very good to wear the Quanming set to spawn monsters outside the Quanming Village.

The villagers in Quanming Village here are not as concentrated as in the tunnel, and with the advantage of camouflage, you can also hit the first move 100% of the time. You don't need to use the three-foot punch to consume physical strength, and you can hit the soul crystal without injury.

After avoiding his grandmother's fire outside for a while, Kamiyagawa came to the edge of a deserted farmland.

Ahead seemed to be the main road of the village, paved with cement. However, weeds had already grown in the cracks in the cement, making the whole road look barren and old.

On the concrete road, an old-fashioned telephone booth can be seen standing abruptly.

The phone booth is surrounded by glass, and an old green square telephone can be seen hanging inside.

"When I was in the distance just now, I didn't see a phone booth here, it seemed to appear suddenly."

Kamiyagawa looked around and found that there were no mobs wandering around, so he took out the handy [Blooded Hatchet] again and walked forward.

Among the various supernatural events in the Quanming area, there happened to be one about the telephone booth——

According to legend, there is a telephone booth on the road leading to the old Quanming Tunnel.

In the past, before Inunaki Pass was completely sealed off in reality, many people said that they had heard a woman's voice in that telephone booth.

But when he stopped and observed carefully, he found that there was no one in the pavilion.

Others said that the phone in that phone booth can be called anywhere, but there is a number that will appear as empty when dialed.

That is the 110 alarm call.

The dog rang the phone booth, but could not call the police.

"I went to Fukuoka to open a map before, and I didn't see a similar phone booth in Inunaki Pass."

When Kamiyagawa went to Inunaki Pass on the spot, there were indeed no telephone booths on the road along the way.

Similar old-fashioned telephone booths have been phased out a long time ago due to the development of the times.

However, Kamiyagawa still knows about this ghostly phone booth because he has carefully learned about the ghost stories in the Inunaki area before.

Moreover, the little old man also brought back a piece of information related to the telephone booth during the time when he was using the dog-ming set a few days ago——

"Powerful strange story, telephone booth, water, outside of Quanming Village."

"Ring ring ring—"

When walking away from Kamiyagawa to a place more than ten steps away from the telephone booth, a rapid electric bell rang suddenly.

It was the old green square telephone ringing.

There's a call coming in.

Kamiyagawa didn't move, he hesitated for a while watching outside.

"Ring ring ring—"

"Ring ring ring—"

During this time, the phone ringing became louder and more urgent.

There seemed to be a magical power in the piercing electric ringtone, urging people to enter the booth to answer the bad call.

"I dare to answer Mary's call, but can't I still answer the call from this phone booth?" Shen Guchuan's consciousness was in a trance for a while, and such thoughts came to him inexplicably.

So he gripped the hatchet tightly and walked towards the telephone booth.

To be honest, Kamiyagawa's mind is still clear now, and all kinds of thoughts are normal. But the only judgment on the matter of "whether to enter the dog-singing telephone booth to answer the phone" is a bit vague and unclear.

Slap.

The glass door of the pavilion was opened, and Kamiyagawa walked in.

Afterwards, the glass door closes automatically.

"Ring ring ring—"

The phone was still ringing, Kamiyagawa subconsciously stretched out his left hand and picked up the receiver.

At the same time, his right hand held the [blood-stained hatchet] a little tighter.

Because only the judgment of "whether or not to answer the phone" is affected, Kamiyagawa can normally realize that a battle is likely to be triggered next.

"Hello?" Kamiya spoke first.

There was no answer on the phone.

"can you hear?"

Still no voice.

It just seemed that some strange noises could be vaguely heard.

gurgling——

It's like the sound of water, like some creature is spitting air bubbles vigorously in the water.

The sound of gurgling water became louder and louder, not only on the phone, but also around Kamiyagawa.

slap, slap——

Then, there was the slap.

It looked like someone was slapping the phone booth hard.

slap, slap——

Another two slaps.

Two smudged handprints appeared on the glass of the telephone booth near the Shengu River.

The handprints are relatively slender, like a woman's.

Kamiyagawa stretched out his hand and wiped the handprint.

Half of the fingerprints were wiped off.

"Uh...it can be wiped off."

If it can be wiped off, it means that the fingerprint is inside, not outside.

The thing that hit the glass was also in the phone booth.

At this moment, he is locked in the same small space with Kamiyagawa!

Kamiya maintained a certain calmness, looked at his fingers, and what was wiped from the fingerprints was wet and greasy mud with a fishy smell.

Might be mud at the bottom.

slap, slap——

Another two slaps.

New silt handprints appear.

gurgling gurgling—crash——

The sound of water in the phone booth became louder, and muddy sewage began to seep from the bottom of the booth and the receiver of the phone.

The sewage flowed more and more, and the more it flowed faster, it gathered in the small telephone booth and soon covered the ankles of Kamiyagawa.

Kamiyagawa tried to push the glass door.

Of course the door didn't open.

He tried to chop a few more times with a hatchet, but found that the glass was extremely firm.

No matter how hard he slashed a few times, he didn't even leave a single knife mark.

slap, slap——

There were constant slapping sounds and muddy handprints around him.

At this time, black hair appeared in the sewage flowing from the phone receiver, which was greasy and growing rapidly like water plants.

Soon, a large amount of hair spewed out like a black tide, occupying most of the space in the phone booth, and quickly wrapped around Kamiyagawa's body.

Kamiya swung his knife subconsciously.

The tactile sensation returned by the handle was a bit strange.

It didn't feel like chopping on a large pile of hair, it seemed to be chopping something more substantial.

Kamiyagawa lowered his head.

I saw a woman in white with amazing hair squatting under my body in the sewage that was almost full to my waist!

Her hair, like a large clump of water plants, grows crazily and entangles in the water and in the phone booth!

slap, slap——

The woman raised her hand, out of the water, and slapped the glass of the phone booth.

Leaving behind two new handprints covered in mud.