Chapter 138 The Ouija Board (15) [Ah Tan, you won't even let ghosts go...]
[I'll make a last-ditch effort: Teacher Meng was already dead before the carnival, clearly due to a time jump, causing a future cause to lead to a present effect. But everyone else was perfectly fine before the carnival!]
[But can the main characters be treated the same as everyone else? To give a rather hellish reasoning, being targeted by A-Tan from the very first meeting and then slowly being taken down must make them special and difficult to deal with.]
[And the real 26th hasn't even passed yet; it might just be time for those few to die.]
[The Sword God can draw. These stories are filled with sweet everyday moments: everyone having meals together, going on adventures, going to and from school, preparing for group activities. He squeezes in sweet everyday moments whenever he can, blowing up a dreamy bubble, and then suddenly stabs it open with a bloody knife... Who will speak up for my heart? Waaaaah!]
This isn't the first time they've used this trick. Who remembers the mother-son duo's fate, their heaven and hell hanging in the balance? I'll remember those two lines for the rest of my life.
As comic book readers have said, once the main characters gradually take shape, deepen their bonds, and create the illusion of a community, the new story uses them as a knife, cutting open the wound to reveal the bloody interior of the horror comic.
This shattered dream sparked heated discussions on the forum. Whether it was a discussion of the plot or an emotional outpouring, most of the discussions were directed at him, once again dominating the homepage... pushing his villainous persona to its peak.
Xie Tan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Since entering this world, his luck has far outweighed his efforts in "cultivating a popular character." Most of the time, he simply follows his own path, and the story and popularity continue to flow in.
Although he had reserved a place in his heart for that last wish, he wasn't wholeheartedly committed or determined to have it. It was more like he hadn't quite died, and was living in a daze. So he continued to wander, wondering where he would drift to.
What if he really can...
And so, inexplicably, he gradually became an important figure, his popularity soaring. He was an empty shell, while others filled him with flesh and blood that didn't belong to him, allowing him to occasionally land on the ground and take a few real steps.
In theory, he has tasted the sweetness of success; emotionally, he doesn't care how others shape him.
But now, he can't be indifferent anymore.
It wasn't because he was portrayed as the most ruthless villain, nor because he was misunderstood as an executioner and thus resented, but because he feared that someone was using him to drag others down to hell.
That would remind him of the feeling of being controlled by pheromones.
His temples were throbbing again. He smelled an earthy scent, like after a damp, cold rain, like fallen flowers rotting in a swamp.
It smells awful.
I feel nauseous.
Before his eyes spun, Xie Tan decisively injected a vial of inhibitor.
He leaned back on the sofa. The entire ceiling was covered with a mystical star chart, but the lights were off. The stars looked like empty eyes, staring intently at him.
Disdain, surprise, anger, disgust, rejection, hatred... those are the feelings of the crowd.
The part of his reason that he had withdrawn from observed coldly, listening to his own breathing become erratic, then slowly become lighter, as if he were being submerged by overflowing water, sinking into another world.
Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his chest, and a warm, fluffy thing darted into his arms, nuzzling his neck. When he didn't react, it leaped up and wrapped itself around him like a scarf, all furry.
The overly warm and soft touch gradually absorbed the water-like coldness, warming his stiff limbs.
His fingertips twitched, and after a while, he stroked the back of cat number 7.
The kitten rubbed its little head against his palm, whimpering softly.
"I'm fine...don't worry."
"Meow."
With the cat's company, the suffocating feeling gradually faded away. Xie Tan was in a daze. When the effects of the drug wore off and he opened his eyes again, he found that he was covered with a coat, and Xia Wujin was no longer lying on the bar.
But the door to the inner room was ajar, and light was shining through. There was a small note next to Xie Tan, in which the young lady told him that she was tidying up in the inner room and that he could wake her when he woke up.
Xie Tan poured himself another glass of ice water to refresh himself, and gave the young lady a bottle of baking soda water. After confirming that she was here and alright, he leaned back on the sofa, hugging the cat No. 7 to keep warm while continuing to read comics.
The young lady is already awake; let's finish this quickly.
He originally wanted to quickly go through the plot, and he could already guess what would happen next. It was nothing more than Sun Enze being tricked by the cult leader, forced to use the Ouija board, and becoming the next victim.
However, many plot details surprised him.
He first read the forum's summary of the plot discussions, and then went back to read the comic content.
Because he guessed who the spirit of the Ouija board was, he skipped Chang Mingai's Ouija board session, but he found that he hadn't skipped one or two pages, but several pages, with a lot of other plots in between.
So he went back to the time when Chang Mingai invoked the Ouija board, and saw what the Ouija board looked like from Chang Mingai's perspective.
Chang Mingai's eyelashes trembled at the mere change in the hand she was holding.
That's how it is with people you know too well; you can recognize them just by their back view, their walking posture, or a hand.
Her gaze slowly moved upwards, and sure enough, she saw Xi Rui's face.
Xi Rui, who had fallen into the ghostly gray hues, looked at her with a smile, but his right eye suddenly turned to the side, looking out the window, devoid of any smile, and utterly cold with an inorganic quality.
It's like he's not in the same system as his left eye or Xi Rui as a whole.
The wind lifted the half-drawn curtains, and vaguely, it seemed like someone was standing in the window of the building across the street.
There were only shadowy figures, and it was unclear how many people were there.
Chang Mingai's reaction was indeed intense; her pupils trembled as if she had come to understand the terrifying truth.
[Holy crap! Who are you?! Get off Rui Rui!]
[That eye roll scared me to death! Is that Rui Rui? She looks exactly the same, but it's so weird.]
[Is this true? Ghosts can be possessed? Ghosts don't even have bodies anymore.]
[This eye has a golden tint, but the environment is too dark to be sure.]
[At the end of Rui Rui's Ouija board session, wasn't the eye he was wearing broken? It was the eye he got from Yun Song, right? It was from some kind of observation.]
So this is the eye? Death is the catalyst for fusion?
[Oh my god, there's someone on the other side!]
[I flipped back to the beginning, and when Rui Rui, the Ouija board spirit, entered through the "entrance," the curtains fluttered open, and there was a figure on the opposite side! That's when it appeared!]
[Could it be Ah Tan? A chilling, spying image.jpg]
[Impossible. Although I don't understand why, is Rui Rui now considered an observer? Or half an observer? In any case, it's very difficult for an observer to observe the Eye of Observation.]
[The timing is strange. The first Ouija board spirit mentioned that there were other people on campus. In the last episode, everyone guessed that it referred to the fugitive group being dispersed to different dates, but could there really be other people?]
What's even stranger is this Rui Rui; does becoming a ghost make her evil?
[It's not that evil, is it? Except for that eye which is a little scary, isn't that how Rarity usually smiles?]
But sitting across from him is Xiao Ai, the one who knew he was dead, yet willingly jumped into the trap to "go to jail" in his place, freeing him! How could he possibly laugh?
[Yeah! Is that really Rui Rui?!]
[To look on the bright side, maybe Rui Rui isn't dead!]
It's hard to see the positive side; it's more like they've become ghosts and been corrupted. They're trying to ensure there are no obstacles, even exploiting emotions, to trick their companions into completing the capture and replacement.
[Agreed. Rui Rui's ability to tell Xiao Ai who he is indicates that after becoming a spirit, he has some control over this place. So why doesn't he let Xiao Ai run away?]
Becoming a spirit medium definitely has its limitations.
[But wouldn't Rui Rui come up with a secret signal for Xiao Ai to run away? The high school team's teamwork was so good that they could identify her just by looking at the hanged man.]
[Moreover, Rui Rui really couldn't imagine what Xiao Ai would do if he knew that the Ouija board was him. He could figure it out as long as he put himself in Xiao Ai's shoes.]
It really was him, or rather, the original him. If there was no way to save each other, he would only do everything in his power to avoid Xiao Ai and prevent her from finding him.
[OMG, so it was Rui Rui, disguised as a spirit, who deliberately lured Xiao Ai here, and it's helping Atan refine Xiao Ai!]
Ah Tan, you don't even spare ghosts...?
What's more terrifying than sitting across from a close friend separated by death is that one of them has already become corrupted...
[The two were still in a delicate cold war, hadn't even made up yet, and then came this devastating death, Ah Tan, ahhhhh!]
The forum makes a good point. If it really were Xi Jinping, he wouldn't be laughing so carelessly at Chang Ming'ai under these circumstances.
So, because Xi Rui became a ghost, he was affected by the ghost's negative energy and became even more "evil"?
Xie Tan carefully examined the figures in the building opposite. The two images showed different numbers of figures. The first time, there was only one figure, but when Xi Rui's eye looked over, there seemed to be three or four.
He looked down and quickly realized there were five.
While Sun Enze was asleep, the perspective shifted to this visitor.
Xie Tan was quite surprised. This was the blind old woman, the blind witch from the little ghost story in which he first appeared.
He knew she was a member of the cult, so her reappearance wasn't surprising. In fact, she had been present in the previous stories, during cult events and religious ceremonies.
But to Xie Tan's surprise, she had changed drastically.
The entire area between the outer corners of her left and right eyes was burned into a charred mess, and her two cloudy and useless eyeballs had probably long since turned into blood and dried up.
On this huge, rotten piece of flesh, a new eye is wide open, staring unblinkingly at the dormitory building across the street.
After being noticed, she looked away, the faint gold in her eyes fading, and she was holding something wrapped in a golden prayer flag embroidered with lotus flowers.
She walked through the dark corridor of the dormitory building, and slowly, four floating ghosts appeared around her, some male and some female, with disheveled hair, hunched backs, and empty eye sockets.
Strangely, they didn't look, yet they seemed to be able to see things.
One of them, whom Xie Tan knew, was Su Zhi.
"It saw us."
"That's observation? Which one?"
"Like observing the aura of the sixteenth."
"Wasn't he already dead? I've never seen such a pathetic guy, his eyes were gouged out."
"I can sense the aura of that brat; he's Fourth Sister's junior."
"Oh, I remember, last time we retrieved other observations together, did Sixteen's eye end up in his hands? Or did we use our strength to keep that useless eye from turning into water, so it can be used again?"
"Then it's been used."
"The time here seems wrong..."
"So he used Sixteen's eyes, which contain our power, and that's how we got pulled in? Heavens, is this... is this the front or the back?"
"Shh! Shh! Time is shifting; there's an eye watching here!"
"Fourth sister, you must be careful."
The blind old woman, who had been listening silently to her brothers and sisters, nodded and left the dormitory building. When she looked up, sure enough, a girl with a doll-like face was smiling and waving at them from the window of the dormitory building across the street.
Su Shao stopped and respectfully returned the bow. The four ghosts also wisely shut their mouths and followed her in bowing in fear.
When I looked up again, the person in front of the window was gone.
Su Zhi walked all the way to the club building and entered the only room that was not lit.
She placed the items on the chessboard, and when she untied the prayer flags, she dropped two chess pieces along with them.
The gold cloth was removed, revealing what was underneath.
This is the head of a Guanyin statue.
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