Start a Dome

It was a man with black-rimmed glasses and a neat suit.

"you are?"

There is no death energy, which means that the soul in front of him is... a good spirit?

Xia Mo blinked.

"I?"

With a livid face, the man tilted his head and looked at Xia Mo: "I'm Misaki's teacher."

"Misaki..."

Xia Mo frowned: "In that case, were you really killed by her?"

That Misaki should be the girl in the shabby school uniform.

Xia Mo was wondering why he only saw her but not the teacher she killed.

Unexpectedly, it appeared in front of him now.

"That child, Misaki she..."

"What should I say..."

As if he had found someone to confide in, the man said softly: "She is very popular in class, but her spirit is a little abnormal..."

"Very unusual?"

"Well, as her homeroom teacher, I've actually been paying attention to Misaki."

"She is very good in class, whether it is grades, sports, or even organizing class activities."

"However, all this seems to be her disguise..."

"That day, that day, during the evening self-study, she stopped me and said that she wanted to talk to me alone about something."

"I thought she was going to talk to me, but she suddenly said something strange to me."

Taking a deep breath, the man seemed to be recalling the scene on the day he was killed.

Under the pale moonlight, the girl's face was extremely pale.

She just looked at him steadfastly, and after a while, she said softly: "Mr. Aizawa, you asked us before what you want to do in the future."

"Well, I remember."

Looking at the girl with some surprise, Aizawa said: "You said you want to be a writer in the future, right?"

"Well, writer... what a beautiful word."

"Be able to describe your dreams in your own pen and ink."

"But, I don't have any dreams anymore."

"What... what?"

"I decided to stay here forever."

Dazed for a moment, Aizawa smiled and said, "Then, you can be a teacher."

"When the time comes, come here and teach and educate people with me."

"..."

"Do not."

The corners of her mouth raised in pain, the girl looked at Aizawa calmly.

"The teacher will retire one day, right?"

"I want to stay with this school forever."

puff!

"After that, in order to commemorate her, the people in the third class deliberately said that she was actually still alive."

"This kind of behavior is originally a kind of psychic game... Just like the evil spirits in some urban legends, if more people believe in it, it will really exist in this world."

"So, when everyone thought that the child Misaki was not dead... she really came back to life."

"Then, in the third class of the second year, the curse of the 'dead' that lasted for... 12 years began."

"Every three years, a 'dead' will come back to life every time, and I am one of them."

"As for the so-called 'non-existent person' ceremony, whether it can be successful or not depends entirely on Misaki's mood."

"However, three years ago... there was an accident."

"Accident?"

The man nodded: "That was after the children named Naruto Misaki and Miki Kawasaki were selected as 'people who don't exist'."

"When the child named Kawasaki Miki really jumped, Misaki really couldn't tell the difference."

"Because the child of 'Kawasaki Miki' was completely ignored and finally jumped off the building, Misaki almost took her as himself."

"She thought she was returning to death."

"The confusion this time also led to the failure of the curse of the 'dead'. Her strength was greatly reduced, and she could not even continue the curse of the 'dead' three years later."

Xia Mo frowned: "So, I should thank Miki Kawasaki?"

"Then, was it because of the psychic game?"

"Well, Misaki, through psychic games, possessed Mikami Haruna."

"Then, the curse of the 'dead' continued."

"The souls and consciousness of the remaining students in the third class of the second year were all dragged into this world."

"The child deliberately let them kill each other, because of the special nature of the space, even if they die, they will turn into dead air, and finally gather in her body."

Xia Mo was taken aback suddenly: "Then why, Misaki only left a remnant soul..."

"Because... this space does not belong to that child."

Chapter 240 - Asura Ghost Dao

"This space and the original owner both originated from a reading legend 'another person in the mirror'."

"That girl named Miki Kawasaki forcibly entered the ghost story and wiped out the owner of the ghost story."

"So, she replaced the original master of the mirror world and became the new strange story."

"Become a new strange story?"

His eyes were full of surprise, this was the first time Xia Mo heard such a statement.

He suddenly wanted to understand why Yuan Chitong let the girl with the gaping mouth kill him at that time.

When urban ghost stories are known to everyone, the dead air and resentment will be huge.

This is a crooked path, and it is also the best path to take.

As long as urban ghost stories are created and spread throughout Japan, Xia Mo can 'upgrade' and 'evolve' just by sitting at home and hugging sister Qiong.

"Becoming a weirdo... has a price to pay."

As if he had guessed what Xia Mo was thinking, the man said: "The moment you become a 'Ghost Story', you will be bound by a 'Ghost Story'."

"At that point, you'll be... not yourself, and maybe even insane."

"And once someone deliberately modifies the 'Ghost Story' outside, you...your soul and body will change along with the modified 'Ghost Story'."

"This....this is a very dangerous...thing."

After saying this, the man's face became even paler.

He bowed deeply to Xia Mo: "Thank you."

Thank you for ending this 12 year curse and thank you for letting the dead rest in peace.

A gust of wind blew by, and the man's spiritual body turned into a faint death aura and dissipated in front of Xia Mo.

"Are you satisfied?"

A cold voice sounded from behind him.

The huge tail reflection shrouded Xia Mo.

"Satisfied with... what?"

Frowning, Xia Mo looked at the girl in black dress puzzled.

"As long as you create 'Ghost Story', you can become stronger."

"Isn't that what you most hope for?"

"The most desired thing?"

The dark eyes flickered, and Yu Yi looked at Xia Mo with a half-smile.

Snapped!

Grabbing the hand she was about to reach for his cheek, Xia Mo said softly, "What exactly do you want?"

"If you are really the mother of the legendary Onmyoji, Ge Ye, he is already dead, and has been dead for more than 1000 years!"

"Why bother with this?"

"No, he's not dead."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, letting Xia Mo hold his fair hand, Yu Yi shook his head lightly.

"He..." Stretching out her white fingers, she chuckled. "Isn't it right here?"

A chill suddenly struck, Xia Mo suddenly lowered his head, on his chest, a pale face was looking at him with a smile. "?!!"

A large amount of black death energy wrapped around his right arm, and he stabbed at his chest without hesitation.

Snapped!