Wave after wave of ghosts consumed too much of their mental energy.

Pan Sen's face turned ugly, and Suzuki Sakura and the others also began to turn pale. They were resisting the ghost tide to delay time, and those weird things were also consuming their mental strength.

“Come back…Come back…Ahhhhhh!!!”

Listening to the sharp screams on the radio, Ying Huai pulled out the dagger from Mr. Fujita's forehead. The dagger was stained with red and white blood. He bit his fingertips, tore off the black gloves, and slashed at the palm of his hand without changing his expression.

Blood gushed out of the wound impatiently, and soon gathered into a thunderbird totem in the palm of the hand, flowing with silver-white electricity.

Ying Huai bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground, with his palms pressed against the sand.

Press down firmly and rotate counterclockwise half a turn.

The blood in the palm of his hand drew the same thunderbird symbol on the rough sandy ground. The next second, the whole earth began to tremble violently!

He stood up and said simply: "Run!"

After saying that, without looking at other people's reactions, he quickly found Jiang Ji, who was hiding behind a sandbag, took a few steps forward, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, carried him on his back, and ran into the mental barrier without looking back.

Seeing this, the others did not hesitate and started running.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!

The strong wind blew up the sand and stones on the ground, cutting my cheeks painfully.

The muffled thunder that gathered in the sky seemed to stir up the heaven and earth. Several jagged lightning bolts with enormous power struck down, intertwining like a spider web, mixed with strange and shrill screams.

This scene was more violent and shocking than the previous wave of lightning and thunder. When it landed, sand and gravel were splashed seven or eight meters high. Everyone inside the barrier could feel the explosive energy and was shocked.

The lightning not only struck the playground, but covered the entire campus, and a gymnasium was razed to the ground in no time.

[My whole family was stunned! As expected, it is the top of the list! ]

[This move is so cool! Coach, I want to learn this! ! ! ]

[The headphone guy died on the spot! ]

[Which Taoist friend was here to transcend the tribulation just now? 】

[Now you know why he is number one in the rankings? Pantheon is obviously weak, but Ying Huai can still use his mental strength to perform a ranged ultimate move! ]

[You know Pan Sen didn't hold back? Neither China nor the United States would reveal all their cards so quickly. They are both on guard against each other! ]

[I'm putting this on hold. China's trump card will scare you to death! ]

Bang bang bang bang!

Clank! Clank!

These falling rocks and silver-white lightning struck the mental barrier, causing it to become visibly transparent and shaky.

Someone murmured: "This is using one's own spear to attack another's shield."

No wonder Ying Huai ran away after using his skills. It turned out that he was attacking the entire map indiscriminately. If he didn't run away, he would be beaten into a lean meat ball.

At Panson's signal, a Psychic asked with a hint of accusation: "Why didn't you use this power earlier?"

"Do you know that you almost killed us?"

Before Ying Huai even raised his eyelids, Ah Jin had already spread his chicken wings to protect him, and cursed back: "Bullshit about your spiral ascension. I shouldn't have saved you, you idiot. Do you think the story is over after you finish telling it?"

The highlight is the end of the Hyakumonogatari ceremony.

Today is the "Yulanbon Festival". Performing a soul-calling ceremony on such a special day may not only bring back what they want.

Amid the roar of thunder, the last story finally arrived.

The last one is about Jiang Langyue. The ghost stories she collected came from the director of the "Ex-Boyfriend Reincarnation Club" she joined.

The object of soul summoning must be the deceased.

Hate lasts longer than love.

The minister’s childhood sweetheart happened to be one of the four people. Due to family reasons, he chose to leave one day.

The minister's original intention of establishing the club was to summon the soul, and he just wanted to ask the other party whether their oath to take the entrance exam to Tokyo University together still counted.

As time goes by, those who leave slowly fade from memory.

Everyone had forgotten about the person who left, including the minister.

"Hook your finger. A liar will have to swallow a thousand needles."

This is a spell to summon spirits.

Those who leave will leave a wound in the hearts of those who stay.

The minister was the first to discover the problem at the school. She had forgotten the other party's name and the purpose. Every time she finished the ritual spell, she would have a blank expression, but the name of the club reminded her.

She still remembers the original intention of establishing the club. Those who joined the club were people who believed in her and were also the first students to realize the abnormality.

Perhaps it is this belief that keeps them awake.

While telling this strange story, Jiang Langyue pursed her lips, the candlelight was tinged with a bleak green, and a cold and stiff body was pressed against her back.

She could feel a pair of pale hands holding up her hands from behind, supporting the candle stump, and a cold voice sounded from behind: "Finger, man, I'm drinking from the thousand needles."

In the memory of getting the clues of the ghost story before, the beautiful and strong minister turned her head quietly, seemed to be looking in the direction of Jiang Langyue, and seemed to be talking to herself: "If it were you, would you want to live in a false happiness or a real cruelty?"

At that time, Jiang Langyue felt death approaching, and answered without hesitation: "I have made a choice when I joined the society."

The minister's pale face grinned and seemed to say something. She didn't see it clearly at the time, but now she finally saw it through the firelight.

What she said was, “You did it.”

They accomplished what they could not accomplish in their lifetime.

The ghost story ended, a breeze blew across my cheek, the cold and chilly aura behind me disappeared, and the ninety-ninth candle went out.

The lightning and thunder in the sky finally ended, the school song disappeared at some point, and the campus returned to silence and darkness.

At this time, only the candle in Jiang Ji's hand was still lit.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her hands.

Click.

A crisp sound.

The mental barrier that had lasted for so long was finally broken.

The cool night breeze blew by, and Jiang Ji smelled a scent of blood. Ying Huai called out from the side and back: "Come here, huhuhuhu."

After he finished speaking, he coughed twice due to the cold wind. Seeing that Jiang Ji ignored him, he slowly moved over as if to whisper something.

"Turn off the lights and come closer to me."

As the last note fell, the last candle suddenly went out.

The playground was completely plunged into darkness. After a few screams, it quickly returned to silence. No one spoke, but the sound of rapid breathing could be heard.

The hand in the darkness grasped her wrist. It was the injured hand. Under the cold leather glove, there was a sticky wetness and a rough feeling of sand, which rubbed against the back of her hand and made her feel prickly.

The other party didn't realize this and was still reminding her.

"Hush, something's coming."