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Hanyu Mirai and Tomioka Giyuu replaced the team uniforms of the Demon Slayer Team, and they were dressed in kimonos that were no different from ordinary people. From the outside, they were just tourists.

The barrier to entry for telling ghost stories in the teahouse is very low. As long as you are interested in ghost stories, you can enter the teahouse with the guidance of your seniors and participate in the night game of Hundred Stories.

Hanyu Mirai watched helplessly as Tomioka Yoshiyuki followed his instructions, just taking money for easy talking, and he made an on-the-spot transaction with a dark organization in a daze.

He obviously didn't do anything, but with his unsmiling face, he nodded and bowed menacingly, not even daring to accept the money.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked confused, wondering why he didn't collect money.

Although he didn't know what happened, he just stuffed the money into his pocket naturally.Following the man named Yosuke Shimojo, he led the two of them all the way to the teahouse.

"Is this the first time for you two to travel here?" Yosuke Shimojo was apprehensive, and afraid that his outspoken words would offend Tomioka Yoshiyuki, so he quickly added a sentence: "Although the threshold for participating in Hyakumonogatari is low, But at the tea party, there must be interesting strange stories to tell. If it is a plain and boring strange story that can be seen everywhere, the proprietress will not let you pick it up easily next time."

Hanyu Mirai nodded: "I knew about this a long time ago. We will play the game according to the rules of Hyakumonogatari, so don't worry. My brother is serious, he just looks fierce, but in fact he is not bad."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki turned his head, as if silently asking him.

Am I fierce?

Mirai Hanyu didn't take it seriously, as if he didn't see it.

Yosuke Shimojo breathed a sigh of relief quietly, he didn't want to be deprived of the qualification to participate in the Hundred Story game because he met two strangers for no reason and let him be hated by the proprietress.

He returned to his usual appearance, with a smile on his lips: "As long as you are interested in Baimonuyu, you are very welcome. I believe you will be addicted to this game if you participate in it."

Shimojo Yosuke led Tomioka Yoshiyuki and Hanyu Mirai to the top floor of the tea house. In the dark room, a little spark was burning.Twenty candles formed a circle at the innermost part of the crowd.

There were 56 people who participated in Hundred Stories, regardless of gender, and everyone sat cross-legged on tatami mats, forming a huge circle.

There is not even any extra furniture on this floor, it is empty, only a picture hanging on the wall.

A woman with a lantern, her posture is enchanting, like a female ghost.Leaning against the window with the pipe in hand, he puffed out the clouds.

Someone saw Shimojo Yosuke and greeted him: "Did you come so late today? Shimojo... Hey, is there a newcomer?"

Yosuke Shimojo carelessly pulled Hanyu Mirai and the others, and sat down in an empty space in the circle, "They are very curious about Hyakumonogatari and want to take a look."

"Welcome, welcome!" The rest enthusiastically vacated their seats, "Come, come, sit here. The proprietress is coming soon, and the hundred stories are about to begin."

The sliding door was pulled open.

The proprietress came in with a smile on her face: "Good evening, it's time for our Hundred Stories again."

The proprietress is about 1.6 meters tall and has a rare white hair coiled behind her head.She frivolously held an unlit pipe, and sat in the only vacant seat in the center.

She glanced at Mirai Hanyu curiously: "Are there any newcomers today? Welcome. I hope you enjoy the game of Hundred Monogatari."

The proprietress lit the pipe with a candle, she took a puff, and let out a long hiss, the white smoke quietly dispersed.

"Then...Hyakumonogatari has begun. I will trouble Sato-san to start today."

The man named Sato is No.1 on the right hand of the proprietress, "Finally it's my turn to be the first one, so let me speak first."

Sato slowly said: "In this night, the man named Sasaki finished drinking in the tavern as usual. He drank until he didn't even have any coins in his pocket, and the boss couldn't collect the money, so he drove Sasaki out with a broom. tavern.

Sasaki didn't drink to his heart's content, he didn't have any penny left in his hands—hey, he was thinking, the woman at home must have hidden a lot of money, and she ate and drank without telling himself who was working outside.She raised her own fat for nothing, even the pigs in the pigsty were not as fat as her. "

"Thinking like this, Sasaki groaned in anger, and his anger rushed to his head. He wished he could go home and beat his wife to death. At this moment, a pig appeared in Sasaki's hazy vision and bowed towards him. Spit out words [I am your wife! When I came out to find you, I don’t know why it suddenly became like this.]” Sato’s words are extremely evocative, “Where does Sasaki admit it, he is planning to open his mouth to reject him, As a result, a pig snorted from his own mouth. He was terrified, and he didn’t know why he became like this.”

"He yelled [Don't come here, you are not my wife!] and the pig in front of him suddenly turned into a human form, and it was Sasaki's wife.

Seeing that he had turned into a pig, his wife yelled loudly, "Which pig has escaped, take it back quickly." 】The people in the whole village rushed out, and saw a fat white pig scrambling around, knocking off the vegetables in the field, and crashing into the house.A group of people all sharpened their knives and rushed out..."

"Sasaki was very flustered, and shouted [Why was I the only one who became a pig!] In the next moment, the crowd of villagers suddenly turned into pigs like him—"

Sato told the story with ups and downs, and various twists and turns appeared here.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki was drowsy after listening to it, he himself was not interested in ghost stories.Having seen real ghosts, it is difficult to look at the ghost stories made up to scare children with a normal eye.

At this moment, he saw Hanyu Mirai flipping through a small book, and then the dim candlelight, covering his body, quietly reading... the book?

He glanced at the storybook, the words on the book were all handwritten, neat and sharp.

After a closer look, the year, month, and day were written on it, but it doesn't look like a storybook.There are too many fonts, Tomioka Yoshiyuki was not able to read it immediately.

Miku Hanyu sensed Tomioka Yoshiyuki's gaze, and he held back the script slightly to block Tomioka Yoshiyuki's sight.

"What's wrong?"

Tomioka Yoshiyuki said bluntly: "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking for inspiration for ghost stories, and you'll know later." Hanyu Mirai closed the book, "It's your turn soon, have you figured it out yet?"

Tomioka Yoshiyuki nodded honestly: "Think about it, but not as much as they said."

Everyone had to tell at least one story, and when it was Yoshiyuki Tomioka's turn at the end of the circle, it was almost four o'clock in the middle of the night.

All the weird stories are very interesting, but they are particularly hypnotic when they fall into Tomioka Yoshiyuki's ears.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki yawned lazily, his eyelids drooped, and he was about to fall asleep.

Miku Hanyu pushed and reminded him: "Mr. Giyuu, Mr. Giyuu, it's your turn."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki's eyes widened, and before he got out of sleepiness, he subconsciously spoke out the prepared ghost story.

The voice tends to be soft and waxy, with a hypnotic meaning.Said softly, and immediately brought the others into the strange talk.

"When I was not a teacher, I lived with my brothers and master in a hut in the mountains. During the day, I learned the skills taught by the master. I respect the master very much.

This kind of life is very beautiful. One night, I suddenly heard the sound of snoring from the next room, and the sound of snoring never stopped.

I always thought it came from the master who lived in the next room while he was sleeping—until one day, when I went out to fill the water, I found that the master was also fetching water in the hall. "

"Snoring, snoring." Tomioka Yoshiyuki imitated it wonderfully. "The snoring has not stopped. I looked at the master who was holding a cup and wearing a red tengu mask, and fell into a stalemate."

Miku Hanyu was wondering how Yoshiyuki Tomioka performed so well this time, but when he saw Yoshiyuki Tomioka pinched his thigh and forced him to wake up from sleep, the pain almost made him cry down.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka's drowsiness completely dissipated, and his voice returned to a flat tone, ending the strange talk with this tone.

"I went to his room with the master, and found that it was because the window was broken, and the wind blew in, forming the snoring sound. Later, we patched the window and never heard the snoring sound again."

Yoshiyuki Tomioka nodded slightly, "My weird talk is over."

He quickly blew out the candle without any sign of respect.

The audience fell into silence.

Shimojo Yosuke, who brought people in, was so frightened that tears were about to burst out.

This is called strange talk?Is this called strange talk!There is no charm at all!Not even an iota of mystery!

He had to run out to smooth things over, "It's his first time participating, and there aren't many people there. Please forgive me, the proprietress."

After listening to Yoshiyuki Tomioka's weird talk, the proprietress kept burning the pipe in her hand and hadn't even taken a puff yet.Staring blankly at the serious Yoshiyuki Tomioka, he reluctantly followed the steps down.

"It doesn't matter, the ability to tell strange stories will definitely be even stronger. The next one..." The proprietress's complexion also collapsed, "It's a newcomer."

I still came with Yoshiyuki Tomioka, I hope it won't disappoint.

Mirai Hanyu cleared his throat, and smiled softly under the mask.

"The story I want to tell is about a vicious ghost."

The first sentence of the opening cheered everyone up, and there are not many original strange stories that directly named the evil spirit as the protagonist at the beginning.

"He is very powerful. He is a ghost that has lived for thousands of years. There is no other way to kill him except the sun. He—let's call him an evil ghost for the time being.

He can turn other people into ghosts and his own compatriots.He also has the ability of mimicry, turning into other people at will, hiding in the crowd, and cannot kill him easily. "

"He and the little devils under his seat are doing evil, killing people and cannibalizing people. They are an unforgivable race."

Mirai Hanyu deeply remembered what he saw and heard after he came to this world, and recorded it clearly in the book, which has been reduced to the point of blurting out.

"In the 19th year of Taisho, on the day of the month, the evil ghost mimicked himself as a woman, proclaiming himself a mountain god in the form of a woman, and asked the villagers to offer offerings to children who had just reached the age of seven for his use only.

Hundreds of children died.After being exposed, the evil spirit was furious and sent down self-righteous natural disasters, killing more than 30 villagers. "

"In the 19th year of Taisho, on the day of the month, the imps under the seat of the evil spirits lurked in the village, eating seven people every two days, a total of 109 victims."

"In the 19th year of Taisho, on the day of the month, the little ghost under the seat of the evil ghost devoured the people who crossed the sea on the sea. A total of 493 victims were killed in four days."

"Taisho 19th year, month and day, the little ghost under the seat of the evil ghost—"

Hanyu Miku and Tomioka Yoshiyuki noticed the change, and the two retreated at the same time.A cloud of misty smoke slammed into the wall like a stone, making a huge gap.

All the people present screamed in panic, and cast their eyes on the proprietress in the center.I saw the proprietress, who had a graceful posture and held a pipe, suddenly changed into another appearance.

Mirai Hanyu calmly added the last sentence he wanted to say.

"In the end, this vicious ghost will be decapitated by a ghost hunter holding a sun wheel knife. The sins of his life will end, and he will go to hell to suffer endless pain. Only by repaying all Only the sins of sin can end suffering."

Mirai Hanyu quietly landed on the ground, staring at the proprietress showing her true colors, the two small horns have become evidence.

He suddenly smiled, "I am a person who bears vengeance, and I will take revenge. All the people I have met who have been killed by the kid now, I will pay for all these crimes on him in the end."

The author says:

Future: keep grudges, write small books.

The pigeon spirit wanted to comment, and was on the verge of cooing every day, but he kept his mouth shut because he thought he didn't want to cook roasted pigeons.