Ghostly shadows surged toward the crowd on the playground like a tide.

There were several charred bodies whose human figures could barely be seen, with scarlet sparks mixed in the charred shells. The temperature rose sharply wherever they passed.

Everyone recognized that these human-shaped charcoal bodies were the aunties from the cafeteria. Their body tissues fell into the sand, sizzling and burning holes.

"Take my hit!"

The fire-type psychic rubbed out a string of bright and hot fireballs with his hands and smashed them onto the heads of these human-shaped charcoal figures. The whistling flames were like raindrops falling into a pond, and they bounced back the next second.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The psychic was horrified and tried to get out of the way. The sparks burned his hand and formed a big blister, making him grimace in pain.

Those black-clad teachers who moved on tiptoe were extremely fast, their bodies were like weightless balloons. Even when they were hit by Shiraishi Zangsuke's sword, they just flew away lightly without leaving any trace.

Seeing this, these psychics looked solemn.

[As expected of an A-level ghost story, the cafeteria lady is not easy to deal with. 】

[In reality, it would be difficult for a fully armed special forces team carrying the most advanced weapons and ammunition to defeat a teacher in black, right? ]

[It's unlikely. Humans have no room for error when facing monsters. They can fight even if the monster's head is cut off, but humans will die if their necks are cut.]

[Can anyone give me a spoiler? Will the ending be a be or a happy one? ]

Psychics have bonuses to their physical fitness, but they are still flesh and blood after all.

The weird ones are very difficult to kill. If you don't find their weaknesses, it's hard to really kill them, but their vital points are often hidden in the most secret places...

Disaster!

Rumble——!

The sky and the earth were changing, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. These jagged lightning fell, repelling wave after wave of strangeness.

Ajin held the dagger in his hand, waiting for these monsters to be affected by the residual power of lightning and become paralyzed, and then he took the opportunity to rush forward and attack crazily.

The last time he devoured the consulting teacher, his mental strength increased a lot, and the number of times he used "Hide" also increased several times.

Suzuki Sakurahime stepped on wooden clogs, her wrists turning rhythmically, and in the strange ringing sound, Hanako's red skirt became more and more scarlet, so wet that blood could be wrung out, and the ghost doll left countless teeth marks on Miyamoto Rie's body.

Countless golden rays of light fell from the sky.

These ghosts summoned from the temple were also covered with a layer of golden light, and their bodies instantly expanded several times in size, like an expeditionary force resurrected from an ancient battlefield. Wherever they went, blood and flesh flew everywhere, causing the audience to exclaim in surprise.

[Wuhu! Worthy of being called the "King of War"! So awesome! ]

[Others can only attack one target at a time, but Pantheon can summon infinite monsters as long as his mental power is not exhausted. This ability is too amazing! ]

[Give up on this round. There's no way to win. The lineup gap is too big. These few psychics versus hundreds or thousands of ghosts in A-level ghost stories...]

[If it were me...hiss, I'd die first as a sign of respect.]

[Ying Huai is the real strong one! It is well known that the abilities of dual-powered people must be one strong and one weak, or both weak. The strong dual abilities will inevitably repel each other, and in the end, both will perish.

Ying Huai's "spiritual power" and "thunder system" are both powerful, which is equivalent to injecting two flammable and explosive substances into the same container at the same time... It's not out of control yet, it's ridiculously strong! 】

At this point, everyone in the live broadcast room could see that "Aoki High School Ghost Story" had passed the initial stage - from the stage of peace and tranquility according to the rules set by "Him", to the stage of confrontation.

Now that the umbrella of protection has disappeared, the ghosts in ghost stories are no longer bound by rules and can kill and feast without restraint.

Ying Huai and Pan Sen took away most of the pressure, but the remaining hundred or so monsters also tortured the other psychics badly.

Many human spectators were worried for them.

This is a weird lair!

The weird teachers and students of Aoki High School were hated by the supernatural beings who had their school badges removed. Only the media reporters were unwilling to give up and lay on the barrier, stretching out their microphones and cameras and trying desperately to squeeze in.

"Aren't you going to... expose the evil deeds of the school..."

"Why are you hiding from us... Hehehe... Come out and accept the interview... We will definitely report it fairly and truthfully..."

The already flat faces were squeezed and distorted, and the facial features melted like candles. The silver-white thunder tore through the night sky and landed on the reporter ghosts in the front, turning into a few pieces of charred meat that fell to the ground, still wriggling towards the mental barrier.

“Ho ho ho… Come out! Come out quickly!”

Now, being reborn in the ritual of Hyakumonogatari, they are like a group of Tang monks sitting in the protective circle drawn by Sun Wukong, allowing the monsters outside to coerce and bribe them, and just lowering their heads and silently reciting scriptures to calm their inner fears.

As the strange stories were told one after another, the candles went out one by one.

The open space in the center of the playground gradually became darker.

Those invisible lenses and camera positions controlled the rhythm and camera movement of the live broadcast room very well, without missing any highlights on the field.

With their mental power pouring out, these psychics fought off several students, but before they could catch their breath, more ghosts came roaring towards them.

Most of the people were injured and there were no casualties for the time being.

"No! My mental strength is running out!" someone shouted.

After such a fierce battle, when their mental strength is completely exhausted and they lose the barrier to protect their bodies, they will be devoured by the ghost tide in an instant without leaving anything behind.

Only one-third of the candles on the playground had been extinguished.

What kind of suffering is this? How can I bear it?

Two or three people with special abilities relapsed into their old habit and began to retreat in their hearts. Taking advantage of the temporary retreat of the ghost tide, they began to move towards the middle of the playground.

They had just taken a few sneak peeks at the barrier in the middle of the playground.

This barrier, as solid as a fortress, can only block the approach of monsters, but not humans... In order for the Hundred Tales ritual to proceed, Ying Huai cannot remove the barrier. The situation on the battlefield is chaotic and everyone else is busy taking care of themselves.

No one should notice them sneaking in.

The whispers in Jiang Ji's ears became louder and softer, farther and nearer. She patted her messy head and looked up to see the little movements of those people.

She frowned slightly. If these people sneaked into the barrier, a gap would be torn on the outside, creating an opportunity for the strange destruction of the ritual.

Before Jiang Ji could take any action, a white figure appeared beside her. Chu Xiuning looked towards the playground and said, "They can't do it."

Jiang Ji was not in a hurry, her vest was already trying to sprout, but seeing Chu Xiuning was not in a hurry either, she blinked and said, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Chu Xiuning nodded: "Their bodies haven't reached their limits, but their wills are about to collapse... Why not let me turn them into cursed dolls now? They have no sense of pain, no weaknesses, and can exert the most extreme combat power. When they are on the verge of breaking, they can turn into flesh bombs and finally reap a wave of weirdness. This is the purest violent aesthetics."

Chu Xiuning's voice was not loud, and the invisible camera just captured it, just at the time when the thunder had stopped and the ghost tide had just retreated.

Thus, the battlefield had quieted down, and the psychics who were busy resting and complaining all heard his righteous proposal.

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???

Listen, listen, is this what a human being would say?