“A-choo!”

Jiang Ji rubbed her nose, feeling as if someone was scolding her.

The playgrounds in the island country are basically sandy and have a strong earthy smell. The air in the middle of the night is damp and cool. It has not rained, but a few puddles are glittering, and there is a burnt smell in the air that comes from nowhere.

People gathered in a circle, their faces also painted with dim firelight and shadows, and this little light separated them from the darkness.

But it is too small, like an isolated island about to sink.

For a moment, Jiang Ji seemed to see the hundred high school students many years ago. The candles in their hands failed to save the school, so they chose to burn this polluted land to ashes.

"Let's get started," Ying Huai said, "if you delay, something bad will happen."

Jiang Ji rested for a while and regained some strength. Seeing that the ceremony was about to begin, she came out of the office and walked to Ying Huai's side.

Ying Huai stood in the dark shadow, away from the crowd, and lazily lit a cigarette. This was a good place for the wind to blow, and the scarlet flame flickered. He looked up and saw Jiang Ji coming over.

He put out the cigarette casually and destroyed the body without any trace.

Jiang Ji used her elbow to knock him down, but the man's bones were too hard, so she gritted her teeth, "Class representative, cigarettes are against school rules."

Ying Huai imitated her ending tone and said "Oh~", his tone was still unhurried, "I didn't smoke, I just burned it to keep myself awake."

He glanced at the bells tied in her hair. The red ribbon made her skin look whiter and swayed silently and lively, like delicate and beautiful earrings, while the hanging ribbon looked like a lop-eared rabbit.

"Where did the bell come from? It's quite pretty."

Jiang Ji responded jokingly, and the other party laughed out loud.

"The weather is dry, the moon is dark and the wind is strong. Are you afraid?" Ying Huai asked if he was afraid, but his tone revealed an interest.

"I'm not afraid, it's just too dark and I can't see clearly."

Jiang Ji answered honestly. He was standing on a high place with a wide view just now, but after walking to the playground, it was like entering a maze. The dark buildings and tree shadows were distorted, confusing the eyes.

The "Prophet" identity card has basically no bonus to physical fitness, and the night vision ability is only slightly better than that of normal people, but not as good as these psychics.

Jiang Ji was envious and jealous.

Ying Huai took out a white candle from nowhere, lit it with a lighter, and a cluster of cold flames ignited, "Take it."

"Happy birthday to you~"

Bitch! Jiang Ji kicked him, leaving a dirt mark on his pants, and cursed back: "Happy Ghost Festival to you! Happy to you!"

Today is the Obon Festival in Fuso, when the ghosts return.

The story of a hundred stories has officially begun.

The air was filled with tension. According to the order previously agreed upon, the first narrator was a white man.

Jiang Ji recognized from the description in the comics that this person was the freshman who got the straw doll in the men's locker room before.

But this white man is not as stupid as the men from the island countries, or it may be that he has not yet figured out how to use the straw doll.

The straw doll beckoned him to choose one person to curse, but the man delayed completing this strange story. After seeing the island man who sent the curse letter die tragically in the dormitory, he chose to hand the straw doll to Pantheon.

Everyone's eyes, including the camera, were focused on him.

The candlelight in the palm of his hand suddenly turned dark green. Under the dark green light, an unfamiliar female voice was heard, sharp and hoarse.

The white man didn't open his mouth, and the voice came from behind him.

"My name is... Yuno Hirono..."

Everyone saw that the white man's expression changed, as if he had suddenly become a different person, with a pale face and empty eyes, like a walking corpse.

The green light vaguely revealed a girl's face covered with scars and curling iron marks behind him. She had long straight black hair, wore a bloodstained student uniform, and had a mouth stuffed with cotton.

The white man held the candle stiffly in his hand, and the female voice, filled with endless resentment and hatred, brought the people on the playground into her experience.

As the first strange story began to unfold, the night wind grew stronger and stronger, blowing towards the remaining candles, and nearly half of them were almost blown out.

"Not good!" The psychics' faces changed.

The evil wind that blew in from all directions seemed to have consciousness, sweeping up the wild sand and dust on the ground, causing the people in the ceremony to sway back and forth. Their eyes were blinded by the sand and gravel and they could not open them. They tried their best to protect the candles in their hands.

It also made the nimble figures and movements of the psychics slow down. Only the white man who was telling a ghost story was strangely blocked by the female student standing behind him. He was not affected by the cold wind and sat still.

The live broadcast room was also in chaos.

[Yuno, Yuno... is that you, Yuno? I'm your mother! ]

[Oh my god! This is so scary! ]

【Ah ...

【Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality...】

[Who is so uncultured! Don’t block the barrage! ] (Strange audience)

"The wind is blowing." Ying Huai frowned.

The terrain of the playground is flat and there is always wind.

When Ying Huai said “the wind is blowing”, he meant something was coming.

Those things in the school will not allow the [Hyakumonogatari Ritual] to succeed, and they will interfere with the ceremony at all costs.

An extremely cold wind blew by, and countless figures gradually emerged from the darkness, their faces all as blue as corpses. As they approached, the originally dark and silent campus buildings became increasingly distorted.

As far as he could see, Jiang Ji saw discipline committee members wearing armbands and wearing uniforms that were straight and wrinkle-free; black-clad teachers walking on tiptoe with tongues wagging; and media reporters carrying long guns and cannons, holding microphones, and wearing work badges...

"Students who violate the rules will be punished!"

"What are you doing? Are you all crazy? Why are you all gathered in the playground so late? Go back to bed!"

"Hello, we are from the Asahi newspaper. We are here to investigate the teacher's vicious incident mentioned in the letter. Please accept our interview."

The reply letters from these media outlets did not mention how long they would arrive, but they appeared just when they were holding the ceremony. Is it really such a coincidence?

Many years ago, the continued fermentation of the Yukie Morikawa incident was due to these media smelling the eye-catching real-time hot spots. It was the unscrupulous media and lawyers who influenced the public opinion in an uncontrollable direction, all for their own interests... and if there were greater interests, they would not hesitate to make another choice and collude with the school.

These reporters cannot be trusted either.

At this moment, the only person they can trust is themselves.

The other people who were in the ceremony were tempted by the reporter's voice, but since no one with special powers spoke, they could only lower their heads and pretend not to see it.

The candlelight flickered violently, and people's heartbeats quickened.

People with special abilities have mental barriers to protect themselves. Once the light of someone holding a candle goes out, that person will disappear into the darkness.

"Don't stop, keep talking!" Ajin shouted.

"We have finally come this far, don't let the candle go out!"

Everyone could only hold the candle with one hand and try to keep the flame burning with the other hand, but the wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing on the face and hurting like a knife cutting off a layer of skin. The darkness was too vast and the candlelight was too weak.

A candle represents a ghost story.

It seemed as if there was a giant beast in the air that was devouring the light.

The man who was telling the story spoke in a slow and strange tone, which made the others who were shivering in the wind feel anxious.

【You should speak faster! 】

[Help! This is too exciting, my heart can't take it! ]

[Who on earth took this photo from this angle! Bad review! Don’t take a close-up of my face, it scares me to death!!!]