Without being reminded, Jiang Ji also felt the cold and chilly aura that was hard to ignore. It was even more terrifying than the strangeness that had appeared before.

The air suddenly froze, as if the pause button had been pressed.

All I could hear was the heartbeats that were getting faster and faster.

"I'll end the last story with you." The hoarse voice came through the radio. He paused deliberately, as if waiting for feedback from the audience. "I'm going to tell you his story."

Ta? Which Ta?

It? She? He? Or Him?

From the tone and rhythm of his voice, everyone immediately recognized that this was the principal, Mura Fangmao, who had given a speech at the entrance ceremony!

It speaks through the constant broadcast of electric current.

"There is a forest where local people find hundreds of suicide bodies every year. Teenagers, young people and old people nearby all choose to bury themselves here at the end of their lives.

But others say that not all of these people commit suicide.

Because there is a legend of "abandoning the elderly" circulating in the local area.

The elderly who were weak and unable to work were taken to a remote and desolate forest, with only one meal prepared for them. When the meal was finished, they had no ability to survive and could only die of starvation, thirst, sunburn, and freezing in the forest, and their bodies were eaten by wild beasts.

What were they thinking as they leaned against the tree trunks, looking at the few stars that shone through the gaps in the dense shade?

The principal's voice suddenly became heavy. "'So people should not only love their own relatives, nor their own children. They should also ensure that the old have a place to live, the strong have a place to work, and the young have a place to grow. The widowed, the orphaned, the lonely, the disabled and the sick should all be taken care of.'

How difficult it is to realize the wishes of the ancients..."

The sound changed from the distorted sound on the radio to the real sound.

Everyone looked up and saw Cun Fangmao appear not far away. His black clothes were dull and paper-like, making him look even gloomier and paler.

The current Cun Fangmao was completely different from the one Jiang Ji first saw in the office. He was desolate, cold, straight and stiff, and his skin had the color of a dead person.

As the Ullambana Festival approaches, he becomes even stronger.

Cun Fangmao sighed quietly, his face aged ten years in an instant, his cloudy eyes slightly moistened: "Our children, after leaving here, never come back. They lie under the railroad tracks, in the sea, in the forest... If they grow up to have nowhere to go and no way to retreat, wouldn't it be better for them to stay on campus?"

[Help me, I actually think what the principal said is quite right...]

[Islanders, are you watching the live broadcast? Come out and reflect! ]

[I actually felt like crying when I heard what a ghost said. ]

The netizens in the live broadcast room were touched by its words, but the freshmen who survived until now have become immune to the weird tricks and listened with expressionless faces throughout. The ghosts in the high-level weird stories are all Oscar-level.

These days, those humans who believed in the weird have become the fried pork chops in the cafeteria and the flower fertilizer that foamed into flocs in the water room.

And they are not looking for the principal in black!

Seeing that no one was fooled, the black-clad principal smiled grimly: "Do you know why the station of Aoki High School is after the Suicide Forest?"

Suddenly another topic was mentioned. Others were confused, but Jiang Ji and Ying looked at each other and immediately understood.

Aoki High School and Suicide Forest are on the same bus route.

An ordinary high school which has not been built for many years is located behind a well-known suicide site in the island country.

There were also some smart people in the crowd. One of them suddenly raised his head, thought of something, and said in a trembling voice: "Could it be..."

The island nation generally believes in ghosts. Murakata Shigeru believes that the students who died outside were trapped in a cold, dense and humid forest where there is no sunlight all year round, so he went to the forest countless times to look for them.

Whether it's the weird school emblem that's everywhere, the school song that sends chills down people's spine every time it appears, or the blackboard drawing at the back of the classroom, they are all hints.

There were only dead trees that were burned beyond recognition in the school, and the leaves that kept floating over to help them judge the time were all floating from another forest.

Not only the students who left returned, but also countless dead souls. The vengeful spirits could not coexist with humans, and Aoki High School was slowly polluted.

Aoki High School is both where we come from and where we return.

When they reach the final step of the Hyakumonogatari ritual, as long as they try to eliminate the source of pollution of "Aoki High School", and hold the Hyakumonogatari ritual during the Obon Festival, the soul that will be summoned will be the entire Aokigahara Forest.

What they will face... are two ghost areas!

"Could it be that the Hyakumonogatari ritual is wrong?" someone said with a trembling voice, "The previous obstruction was intentional. In fact, what these weird things really want to do is to promote the fusion of the two strange stories!"

A feeling of despair spread among the freshmen.

The playground was now shrouded in thick fog, and the surrounding environment had changed imperceptibly, from the ruins of the school to a lush forest. The towering and huge treetops almost filled the entire sky, and rotten or skeletonized corpses were hanging on the trees from near to far.

The corpses opened their eyes one after another.

Some of them looked relatively new, with their lifeless grey eyes staring straight at everyone; some had been rotting for some time, with one eyeball already falling out of the socket and the other still hanging outside. The dark eye sockets made people feel frightened for no reason.

And in the shadows deep in the forest, several taller and stranger figures appeared, with horns on their heads, green faces and fangs, terrifying shapes, hideous features, and murderous scarlet light burning in their eyes. This was the influence of ghosts in the traditional culture of the island country, and the same style as Aoandon.

The sound of branches breaking continued to be heard.

A strange woman wearing white mourning clothes and a straw hat, her body is tall and almost as tall as some trees. As she moves, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other and the strange laughter of Popopo can be heard.

Wherever she went, trees along the way were uprooted.

The islanders present immediately said, "Hachisha-sama!"

Many people present had heard of its name. It was another famous monster in the urban legends of the island country. It often appeared in deserted streets, forests, ruins or villages, looking for its prey.

I didn't expect that she was also in the Suicide Forest!

Some people with special abilities have already given up on themselves, "It's over, it's over, two strange stories are superimposed on each other, how can we fight this!

Ah Jin and Jiang Ji also let out an "ah" at the same time.

It’s just that their state of mind is completely different.

The former was thinking: "This is not good. This forest looks so vast. I wonder how many strange things are hidden in it."

The latter thought: "Forest? How can I get such a good thing? I thought I had made a lot of money with just these few green belts and a few dead trees!"

Ying Huai sighed softly, his brows and eyes looking a little annoyed.

The forest was a bit troublesome for him. It was summer now and the trees were too dense, completely blocking the sky. The lightning ability could easily hit the trees and cause wildfires to spread. He didn't want to hurt his teammates.

Ying Huai stood up, but Jiang Ji grabbed the armband on his left shoulder. He turned around to face the smiling face. The other party fiddled with the small bell in his hair with his other hand, "Take a break, the show is about to begin."

She raised her dark eyes and silently made the countdown with her lips.

three.

two.

one.

The time has come.

The bells in the girl's hair swayed lightly, and Ying Huai seemed to have an illusion and heard the rustling sound of plants rubbing against each other.

Rustle...rustle...rustle...rustle...

Good, he realized it was not an illusion.

The rustling sound was like the sound of wind blowing through the grass, very neat. But this was a forest, no wind could shake the trees that blocked out the sun, and a tremor came from the ground.

“So noisy.”

Someone is complaining.

Where does the sound come from?