Jiu Tun Doji's Notes v

Natsume felt very heavy.

The medical interpretation of ghost pressing is a symptom of "sleep paralysis", but under the exaggeration of various folklore, it has many supernatural versions.

For example, now, Natsume feels that Kayako is climbing the stairs on the left, and the snowflake TV on the right suddenly freezes the picture of an ancient well. Toshio hides in the corner and stares at himself with dark eyes, Hanako He grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth shining with a cold light...

The attack of evil spirits is the greatest evil in the world.

Natsume thought desperately that maybe he shouldn't hand the battery to Ibaraki before going to sleep, but should let the other party directly smash the radio into pieces.

When I was sad, a girl's voice came from somewhere.

"Natsume, this way."

The sound dispelled the messy horror images, and Natsume followed the sound decisively as if he had been pardoned.

The air smelled of morning dew and cherry blossoms. In the valley of flowers, a silver-haired girl was wearing a gorgeous costume, holding a wooden box and staring at herself.

This was the first time Natsume saw the other's face.

To be honest, it's quite cute, but those eyes always look straight at people, as if they want to suck people's souls in.

The girl was sitting among the flowers, her white and tender hands waving in the air: "Natsume, come here."

The surrounding atmosphere was a little weird. Natsume didn't want to get close at first, but the belief in uncovering the mystery and resolving the crisis drove him, so he summoned up the courage to walk towards the girl without hesitation.

"Ah——Master Natsume smells very good. When I'm with you, I feel that the air around me has become fresh." The girl raised her small face, sniffed the air with her slightly raised nose, slightly Sigh intoxicated.

"Who are you, what do you want from me?" Natsume asked.

"It's not me looking for you, it's looking for you." The girl smiled slightly, holding up the wooden box in her hands.

"My lord wants to go back to the original world and find his body, but now it's sealed and can't do it... So, we want to borrow the power of Natsume-sama."

Staring at the wooden box, Natsume took a step back slowly, and called nervously, "Teacher Cat?"

"Ibaraki-douji? Are you there?"

There was a beautiful face in the wooden box, but there was only one head, with soft silver hair sticking to the beauty's cheek. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, with a sealed spell drawn on his forehead.

As soon as the evil thing appeared, a dense miasma immediately floated around, Natsume covered her nose, and turned to escape from the sea of ​​flowers.

Suddenly, he felt a tingling pain in the back of his head, as if someone slapped it.

This was just the beginning, and then, there were two more identical feelings.

"Humans, wake up."

"Ibaraki-douji." Natsume's breath stopped and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, he saw Ibaraki's ghostly hand raised up... that gesture was clearly intended to continue to slap himself on the back of the head!

"What did you do...it hurts." Natsume struggled and raised his hand to touch his head, and found a burning pain in the back of his head.

"Look at the introduction on TV. If there is a problem, just knock three times and it will be restored." Ibaraki finally let go of the murderer's hand, loosened Natsume's collar, and let the other party lie back in the quilt.

"That's the only way to fix an old TV—" Natsume sighed, and suddenly realized that this evening, Ibaraki's response to the radio was probably just about to knock three times to see if he could restore things to work.

If he had known earlier, he should have let the other party slap him down, so Ibaraki should have understood that with this slap, things will not get better, but will only be destroyed!

"You screamed so miserable, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I woke you up." Ibaraki folded his arms and stared at the boy. Obviously, the two were about the same height, but standing in front of the monster, Natsume always felt that his aura was a little lower.

However, now is not the time to consider who has more aura.

"I saw it clearly. It was a girl holding a wooden box. There was a human head in the wooden box. The girl said that the head wanted my power to return to the original world..." Jian Jian told Ibaraki what he had dreamed about. Natsume still has lingering fears.

That head gave him a terrible feeling. It was a pretty face, but it had a cold and greasy feeling, like... like a snake.

Ibaraki listened first, but after a while, he raised his hand to signal Natsume to keep silent.

The evil spirit opened its claws and looked out of the window. Under the moonlight, a dense purple mist floated into the room along the gap in the window.

"Hand of Hell!" When confirming where the other party was, Ibaraki made a quick decision and let go of it with a big move.

"Boo boo—"

The little purple pig was photographed in mid-air from the bushes, and the mist that makes humans sleep soundly is coming from him.

"Nightmare eating tapir."

Recognizing the other party's identity, Ibaraki also found that the little dream beast was infected by the miasma, and seemed to have lost its mind.

"In order to fulfill Master Yaqi's wish, the idlers and others quickly fall into a deep sleep for me—"

The little pig snorted a few times, then suddenly shook its long nose, creating more dreams.

Ibaraki shook his head, only feeling that his eyes were shaking, and sleepiness was constantly surging in his mind.

Behind him, Natsume's figure flickered, almost fell to the ground, but Ibaraki grabbed him.

"Be sober." Glancing at the young man's frail eyes, Ibaraki-douji gritted his teeth, unwilling to accept the disturbance of the dream.

His best friend asked him to guard Natsume Takashi, so no matter what, he had to wait until his best friend came back, and he couldn't fall down now.

"Let's fall into a nightmare—" the nightmare-eating tapir chanted a spell, its small body looming in the purple mist.

Seeing that the dream was about to be completed, suddenly, a loud voice sounded under the night sky: "Bah."

The ghost flames lingering in the cold air smashed over from the air, hitting the back of the nightmare, and in an instant, it was covered with frost, which directly froze half of the little pig's body.

"Hey, piggy, put away your tricks."

Zhang Yang's hair cast a shadow, and the ghost king who arrived late held a gourd of wine, his handsome face reflected the moonlight.

It seems that because of wearing Xue Youhun, his whole body is shrouded in a biting cold air, and his eyes are also frozen like ice.

Because of the dissipation of the dream, Natsume faintly woke up, and saw Shuten-douji coming from bathing in the moonlight and cold air, his powerful aura and arrogant posture were unmatched by anyone present.

What I really want to say is that Ibaraki Doji's posture when facing him is somewhat similar to Shuten now.