The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

[Gift to my best friend Xia Jiang, I wish you a happy smile. --remote. 】

How should I put it... It's a bit strange, it looks like a gift to wish friends a smile, but why does this doll look so sad, as if it is about to cry?

Chapter 47 Haruka and Xia Jiang【edit】

"Senior sister? Senior sister? Are you okay?"

Probably because they were afraid of disturbing any ghosts that might exist below, Xiaotong and the others kept quiet up there.But it may be that I stayed down there for too long, and finally even Xiaotong couldn't hold back and shouted down.

【Ah, it's okay, it's safe~ It doesn't look like there's any danger down there, so come down and have a look~】

Hitomi and Kannazuki climbed down the iron ladder, and the first moment they saw this room, they were as absent-minded as when I first came down for a long time.

"Wait... what is this, I've never heard of such a place in my house?" Kannazuki murmured.

[It looks like someone is researching "immortality" here. ] I pointed to the books on the bookshelf and the research notes on the table, 【Maybe, those guys outside are all the "results" of this research. 】

"Study...'Immortal'? Who? Only my great-grandmother lives in this room? Senior sister, do you want to say that my great-grandmother did it? But...she started to suffer from dementia several years ago, He passed away two years ago?!" Kanna Yue Xiaohua couldn't believe it.

[This...is hard to say.By the way, I have another question, Xiaohua, do you know... what is your great-grandmother's name? 】

"Eh? Name?" Xiaohua was stunned for a while, and then showed a slightly embarrassed expression, "This... I don't have a deep impression. I usually call my great-grandmother directly, and I rarely call her name directly..."

[Is it one of the two names "Xiajiang" or "Yao"? 】

"It doesn't seem to be the same, but it's a little bit close... Ah, I remembered, it's called 'Yu Jiang', Kannazuki Yu Jiang!"

[Yujiang? 】This name is not within my expectations, I thought this doll belonged to Xiaohua's great-grandmother, so it didn't?

"Sister, why do you ask that?"

Xiaotong walked over with some doubts, and I handed the wooden box in my hand to Xiaotong to see.

[Look, I found a doll here. It looks like it's been a few years old, but it's been carefully preserved. I always think it might be a clue. 】

"Doll?"

Xiaotong's gaze focused on the doll in the wooden box, and at the next moment, I noticed that her eyes suddenly became hollow, as if her mind was completely absorbed by the doll, and she stared blankly at the doll , the body does not move at all.

[Xiao Tong?Hitomi? ! 】I called her twice, but she didn't respond at all. I suddenly realized that she seemed to have fallen into a psychic dream again.

I searched for the connection with Xiaotong in my mind, and then, even my consciousness seemed to be involved in a certain vortex.

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"Sand...sand...sand..."

There was a little crackling sound coming from my ears, as if something was being scratched.

There was a burst of dizziness in my head, and the whole world seemed to be shaking and spinning. It took me a while to see the scene in front of me clearly.

The first thing that caught my eye was a huge carving knife. The tip of the carving knife was piercing the corner of my eye. I reflexively wanted to take a step back, but my "body" didn't listen to my control at all.

The tip of the huge knife pierced the corner of my eye, scraping slowly and carefully, but I didn't feel any pain.

Only then did I see clearly that the one holding the carving knife was a huge hand, but judging from the proportions, the fingers of that hand could be called slender and slender, but this huge feeling made me feel It was extremely contradictory, but I quickly realized that it was not that the hands became huge, but that "I" became smaller.

The owner of this hand is a girl with her hair tied up in a bun and wearing a plain dark blue loose dress. She looks to be only fifteen or sixteen years old at most, and she is staring at me intently, sculpting gently with each knife. looking at my face.

Did I enter Xiaotong's psychic dream again?

And this perspective is too weird, what is the current "I"? ?

I glanced at the furnishings in this room, carving knives, jars filled with white paste, several human-shaped heads without hair, and small hands and feet scattered on the table...

Before losing consciousness, Xiaotong and I should have been looking at the puppet found in the basement room together, so this is the puppet's perspective?Was it the moment it was made?

Trapped in the body of this puppet, I have no way to move, I can only stare at the girl in front of me wordlessly, and let her carve my face with a carving knife.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a shadow covered me, a tall figure appeared behind the girl, and said aloud, "Are you making a puppet for a festival, Haruka?"

The girl named "Yao" looked back, and when she saw the person, she obviously showed a surprised expression, then she immediately shook her head and said: "No, no, the dolls used in the festival are generally the most skilled ones in the family. The elders are in charge of making it, and what I am doing now is just a daily practice."

"I think you've done a good job. Anyway, I can't quite see the difference between what you did and what those old men did." The visitor casually sat down on the tatami with his legs crossed. The girl only looked a few years older than "Haruka". Compared with Haruka's rather soft facial features, this person's appearance looked much sharper.

"No way, I'm still far away, that's not something I can do." Yao said with some embarrassment.

The sharp-eyed girl looked at the movements of Haruka's hands, and asked casually, "So, what will it look like in the end? I heard that the dolls to be used in the festival must be made exactly like the chosen waiters?"

"Well...the puppets at the festival are to be made like the attendants of the gods. But this is just a practice work, I just want to make it casually...how about I do it like you, Xia Jiang ?”

"Ah...don't!" The girl called "Xia Jiang" frowned fiercely, and at the same time shook her hands and strongly refused, "Don't!"

Probably because he didn't realize that the other party's reaction would be so big, he looked at Xia Jiang from a distance, and said a little uneasy: "What... what's wrong? I will do it seriously, and I will definitely not make Xia Jiang you ugly..."

"No...not that question. Haruka, I'm not doubting your skills, I'm..."

Xia Jiang showed a look of embarrassment, and hesitated for a long time. Under Yao's slightly disappointed gaze, she finally gritted her teeth and said: "Yao, let me tell you the truth, I am actually... a little afraid of this kind of thing..."

"Afraid of dolls, why?"

"I just... feel that these puppets are... weird. For example, don't you feel that the puppet in your hand is staring at us?"

Chapter 48 The Real Name

The first thing Xiao Tong came back to after he was out of breath was to ask me: "Sister! Are you okay! Where did you go just now? Why didn't you feel your presence just now?! "

"Ah... Well, I should have just had a dream just now, but... I dreamed of something a little longer. Let's not talk about this, what is the situation now?"

At this time, Youxiang interjected at a very fast speed: "Senior sister! That is to say, Xiaohua's mother is not actually her mother, but her ancestor of an old witch called 'Xia Jiang' who did not know how many generations ago The old hag has taken over my aunt's body, and now she wants to make a dangerous sacrifice for her with Xiaotong!"

"Xia Jiang?" Hearing this name, I frowned unconsciously.

"Yeah." Xiaotong added, "Besides, she seems a little crazy, she wants to take people from the Kannazuki family, or our Sankazuki family as living sacrifices, but she seems to have forgotten why she did it. She should have performed many rituals to renew her life, but although the body can live for a long time, it seems that the soul will continue to wear and tear, and it will continue to lose memory and humanity. I suspect this is some kind of price for that ritual ………”

I nodded and was about to add a few words about what I saw in my dream, but at this moment, the woman who just walked into the secret room, who looked like a poisonous spider entrenched in the center of a spider's web, also walked out of the secret room with several dolls in her arms. come out.

And when she saw Xiaotong and Youxiang who had been freed from the shackles at this moment, from her terrifying face that had been cracked and cracked, she had to work hard to distinguish a frown expression.

"I didn't expect that I still underestimated you. Can you break free like this? But... what's the point of this? You can't kill me, and you can't escape here. After all, it's just to be turned into nutrients. Wouldn't it be better to be free?"

The woman named "Xia Jiang" said so coldly, and at the same time, the countless cobweb-like hairs in the room began to merge into bundles, like countless thin snakes flying in the air to hunt Xiao Tong, their hands, feet, and body. He shot, as if he wanted to wrap them tightly again.

I grabbed the blowing snow tightly in my hand, stopped in front of Xiaotong and Youxiang, and swung my knife several times, keeping an eye on the snake hairs that were coming.

The feeling of these hairs was not very good when the knife was cut, as if they were chopping a bit tough gluten candy, but with Fubuki's sharpness and magic-breaking effect, they still cut off all of them neatly.

And when the hair in front of me was cut off and there was a space in front of that strange woman, I took three steps forward in quick succession, said "Sorry" in my heart, and cut the woman in the middle with a knife. Has come behind the strange woman.

There is a real sense of slashing in my hand. If I still have the scabbard in my hand, I am afraid that I will directly put on a pretending pose of standing behind the enemy and retracting the scabbard.

However, Xiaotong's voice came from behind: "Senior, be careful! It's not over yet!"

I looked back suspiciously, and saw that the woman had an obvious cut on her waist, and even her upper and lower body were slightly dislocated, but she was still standing upright, and then I looked through the rift in the kimono Underneath, the woman's cut wounds that gushed out a lot of blood suddenly burst into large or small sarcomas, and it seemed that there were some small bugs swimming under the skin. The fractured surface, which was divided into upper and lower parts, only left a shallow white mark.

"Senior, be careful! I've slashed her several times with a knife just now, but she will recover every time, and she can't be killed at all!"

Good guy, I figured out where the cracks on this woman's face came from.This ability to recover after being cut is exactly the same as the fish in the fish tanks I saw in the secret room.Is this the ability of immortality and immortality brought about by the ritual recorded in her notes?This is too bad, what should I do?

At the moment when I was hesitating for a moment, the woman suddenly went berserk, and she roared loudly——

"Who? Who are you talking to?! Who else is here?!"

Strange, can she not see me?

That's right, when she walked into the secret room just now, she also walked straight through my body without paying attention to me at all.

However, although she couldn't see me, she could clearly see Fubuki, the ancient sword in my hand.

To Xiaotong, she seemed to have a little intention of catching him alive, but to me, an unknown person, she seemed to be less polite. I saw the slender strands of hair were suddenly stretched into straight lines, forming together in the space. There are large nets of varying density, and some of the filaments reflect silver cold light under the moonlight.

At this moment, my scalp felt a little numb. Judging from the tenacity of these hairs I felt just now, I have no doubts about the sharpness of these thinner hairs. With a sharp knife, if a living person is pressed hard against the hairnet, he might be cut into pieces on the spot.Because I can touch supernatural objects, even if I am a spirit body, these hairnets still pose a great threat to me.

As expected, hairnets as thin as piano wire gathered towards me at high speed from all directions, vowing to cut people into mincemeat.At this moment, I had no choice but to let go of Fubuki, and controlled it by the power of my mind. At a speed that was almost undetectable to the naked eye, I drew a 360-degree circle around my body from all angles, and it came from beside me in an instant. It was like the sound of broken strings continuously.

At the moment when the crisis around me was eliminated, I approached the woman again. With the physique of a ghost combined with telekinetic power, it completely exceeded the limit that living humans can do. Knife.

I don't quite believe that there is absolute immortality in this world. There is absolutely no limit or price to this ability. Does it mean that as long as I chop it into pieces enough, she will never be able to recover?

When the knife light dissipated, the strange woman's body almost lost its support, and collapsed into pieces of flesh.

Then, immediately after, under my incredible gaze, these pieces of flesh squirmed and crawled, and once again formed a bloody human figure, even the face was not very clear.

Oops, the resurrection ability of this thing is really so strong...

I've already retreated a little bit. Although it seems that she has limited ways to hurt me, but if she can't kill me no matter what, staying here will only put Xiaotong and Youxiang in danger, or else she can kill me first. Hurry up and take Xiaotong and the others to slip away and then come to think of a way?

Just as I was thinking about it, the blood-colored figure in front of me, whose face could no longer be seen, suddenly knelt on the ground and uttered a loud cry of grief.

I noticed that on the ground in front of her were fragments of dolls.It was the doll she held in her arms just now, and I chopped it into pieces together.I took a closer look, and I can roughly distinguish two dolls that are babies, and two dolls that are girls.However, on the facial fragments of these dolls, it can be seen uniformly that these dolls have no faces, and the faces are blank.

The blood-colored figure knelt on the ground, trying to gather the fragments with his hands, and tried to put them together again, but even if they were barely put together, they could not be reunited. The blood-colored figure could not help but wailed in pain: "Why! Why do you want to stop me? !Just one step away! No... Without these 'seeds'... No, I have to make new 'seeds'! No time, no time... Damn you bastards!! You damn!!! "

She yelled frantically, it was a face whose facial features were blurred to the point where there was only a little outline left, I don't know how I saw the "furious" expression on that face.

The tips of countless strands of hair spiraled together and floated in the desk. A handful of sharp long cones pointed at me, Hitomi and Youxiang at the same time.Apparently the other party has broken the can, and wants to kill us all here regardless of the cost and without leaving any survivors.This is very bad, if such dense hair shoots at us from all directions at the same time, I don't have the confidence to protect Xiaotong and Youxiang at all.

Seeing that the countless thorn-like hairs are about to shoot us into hedgehogs, it seems that there is nothing to do between the lightning and the flint.

But at the last moment, I suddenly realized that I still have an ability that I can use.

"Hey, stop! Even if your puppets are intact, you will not be able to achieve the result you expected."

"Who? Who's talking in my head!" The blood-colored figure suddenly stopped all movements, holding its head and shouting.

"...It's just the person who happened to hear the wish you made more than 100 years ago." I used the ability of voice transmission to speak directly in the other person's mind.

I have the ability to speak directly in people's minds in a form similar to some kind of "oracle"...but it doesn't work for everyone, judging from past experience, it should be able to for my "believers" to use.However, in the recent club activities, it has been confirmed that Kannazuki Xiaohua, who has no belief in me at all, and also has no inspiration, can also hear my voice. When the family was separated, I was also guessing whether this ability would also be useful for the bloodline of the Yueyue family, so I made an attempt at this moment just now, and obviously, I seemed to bet right.

"The wish you made more than 100 years ago, what are you talking about? Who are you?! Get out of my mind!!"

The blood man roared, but I sighed softly, "I can't even remember this. Sure enough, you have forgotten your real name, right?"

"The real... name?"

"Yeah, the real name. You are definitely not 'Kannazuki Natsue', I knew it the first time I saw you. Kannazuki Natsue has the ability to see ghosts and ghosts, but you Completely treat me as nothing. Xia Jiang she rejects and even doubts the existence of gods, but you will make a wish to the gods full of remorse.

"And you value the damage of these dolls so much, obviously they mean a lot to you. If I'm not wrong, the doll is a symbol, right? As you said, the idol can refer to the god, and the doll If it is similar enough, it can also refer to a specific person. Isn't that the principle of those voodoo and curse techniques?

"You want to implant the puppet into a mother's body, and then 'birth'? Just like the eternal life ceremony, offering sacrifices? One for life, one for death? In exchange for death as a sacrifice of the mother's body The puppet was resurrected as a newborn? This is your modified resurrection ritual based on the life-continuing immortality ritual, isn't it?"

"Resurrection...resurrection...yes, that's right, I want to resurrect her...she...who is she?" The blood-colored figure murmured broken words.

"Xiaotong said that that kind of ritual can keep people 'alive', but the memory and mind will continue to wear and tear. But I didn't expect the wear and tear to be so serious, you even forget the name and face of the person you want to resurrect It’s no wonder that these puppets have such blurred faces, they don’t even have faces. But this also shows that you are not Kannazuki Xia Jiang, after all, if you are Xia Jiang, the person you want to resurrect should be Is that the only one? If you want to resurrect her, instead of the faceless doll, there is a doll made by herself in that secret room? Obviously that is the most suitable as a symbol.

"Still...Although you have forgotten a lot of things, you also know subconsciously that the doll cannot be used because it is not the object you want to resurrect. You try hard to remember the name of that person , but he forgot his own name, and finally mistook her name for his own. My guess should be right, right? Shuang Yueyao... Aunt Zeng-Zeng-Great-Great?"

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(Ah... the final ending was a bit too hasty, I was confused by the logic of these wonderful twists and turns, I don't know what I thought at the beginning, and the ending was a bit of a mechanical descent...but I tried my best to make it Alright, that's it... I want to start the next volume... I want to write about girls' daily lives and don't want to write weird supernatural reasoning in the next volume...)