I loaded the ghost talk game

"Stop talking, please, stop talking..."

Onizuka felt that the figures around her were still rising, becoming taller and taller, and they continued to approach her.

But she didn't know how to resist.

Just when the crowd was about to engulf the little witch, she heard a familiar voice calling her name from outside the crowd.

"Onitsuka!"

The light indigo-colored light swept across the eyes, accompanied by a large area of ​​bright yellow lightning arcs, sputtering irregularly in the shape of a spider web.

Wherever the blade passes, lightning strikes.

In front of the eyes, there are layers upon layers of figures that make people breathless, and they instantly turn into dark debris on the ground.

The little witch didn't react right away.

Just feeling myself crashing into someone's arms.

There was a reassuring smell about that person.

"Onitsuka." The familiar voice sounded in my ear again.

The little witch was in a trance for a few seconds before regaining consciousness.

She finally raised her gaze, and saw men of different shapes crowded at both ends of the alley.

Onizuka's waist was being hugged tightly with one hand.

She looked up and saw the profile of the person next to her.

A high nose, thin and slightly pursed lips, sword-like eyebrows flying slantingly into the strands of black hair at the corners of the temples, deep and sharp black eyes are shining.

The little witch's expression was dull and hesitant: "Shengu?"

But unconsciously, he tightly grasped Kamiyagawa with slightly trembling hands.

"It's okay, I'll get you out."

Kamiyagawa soothed in such a voice.

He could feel that the little witch was in a strange state. After the seemingly alienated dream boy appeared on the battlefield, all the spiritual masters who were trapped in the dream fell into an abnormal state.

Perhaps the guilt in my heart was magnified.

However, this trick does not work for Kamiyagawa who feels that he has a clear conscience.

On his right hand, a translucent ghostly black ghost hand protruded, the scales were closely arranged and spread out, and the surface was shrouded in blush, while the palm and fingertip joints exuded a thick and violent gloomy black light.

Kamiya's gaze, which was already sharpened by the constriction of his pupils, was even more chilling.

He took Onitsuka's hand and slashed straight towards the end of the alley.

The dream men who caused great troubles to everyone in the dreamland entered this space where reality and reality intersected, and the complete Kamiyagawa in front of them was like a chicken and a dog.

In an instant, amidst the sword glow of a word and the thunder that sputtered and exploded continuously, layers fell down like straw blown by a strong wind, collapsing into dark fragments all over the place.

Rushing to the entrance of the alley, the two saw several Juqiong Shrine spirit masters headed by Fu Niyi.

These people were originally on standby in reality.

The moment [Yun Wai Jing] came into play, they all followed Kamiyagawa.

"Miss Fu, take good care of Onizuka."

Kamiyagawa let go of the little witch's somewhat cold hand.

"Leave it to us."

Fu Niyi and the others naturally nodded.

Now that Onizuka is fine, Kamiya can now deal with the alienated Yumeno.

...

On the frontal battlefield in front of the mall.

The spiritual masters who were trapped in the dream all fell into an abnormal state and were unable to fight.

The guilt in their hearts was infinitely magnified by the appearance of the alienated dream boy.

The scenes that everyone sees are alienated and different.

There are only a few people left who still have the ability to struggle to support the nightmare-eating tapir.

But even so, countless dream men still flocked to the spirit masters like a tide.

And at the moment when the abandoned textile factory came here.

The situation quickly turned.

In the beginning, it was a pure white origami bird with black hair tied around its body, which appeared from nowhere and swirled above everyone's heads.

"Wrap up, round up,

caged bird,

Want to come out all the time. "

The origami bird fluttered and sang childishly.

In the next moment, a large expanse of red mist spread towards the reality with the paper bird as the center.

In the turbulent and thick fog, there is a red and black dress standing tall.

A total of nine red spirit dolls surrounded the figure's feet, clapping and laughing, shouting and making noise.

Tap, tap, tap.

Dragging a huge exaggerated machete, Mary walked out of the red mist gracefully and dignifiedly. Every time she took a step on the soles of her high heels, the bloody mist around her became more turbulent. fell to the ground.

In the sky where the virtual and real worlds overlap.

Eight skeletal whales that are completely composed of white skeletons sing and swing their huge bodies up and down.

Dreamy and ethereal, weird and magnificent.

The body of the skeleton whale spirit was surrounded by blue light, dotted with sparkles.

While emitting a long and mournful whale cry, it flips freely up and down in the two illusory overlapping skies, as freely moving as in water.

The little skeletal whale held the conch in its hand and sat on one of the skeletal whales.

Another skeletal whale was swimming around him.

"Woo--"

The Huahua Whale plays a low conical horn with a transposed tone.

【Whale Bone · Shield】

A skeletal whale in the air sank immediately, turned into a bone shield, and attached to a spiritual master who was surrounded by a group of dream boys.

"Woo--"

The sound of Huajing's conch horn became agitated again, and his little hand pointed down.

【Whale Bone Open】

The two skeletal whales obeyed the order, screamed and swooped down, attacking the densely populated place of Mengnan with the momentum of breaking the army.

Boom!

The bone fragments burst and sputtered, the force was overwhelming, the ground shook and trembled, and countless Mengmen were crushed into shattered pieces by the two whale attacks.

After finishing the attack, the two faint blue whale spirit bodies quickly ascended and returned to the large conch held by Huajing.

...

"Puff! Puff!"

The dream-eating tapir rushed left and right among the dream men.

For a long time, the little tapir has played an auxiliary combat role in the team.

This is really the first time to fight this kind of battle with one's own strength.

It's been a bit overwhelming so far.

But fortunately, the other shikigami companions under the owner finally appeared on the battlefield.

Sure enough, staying with everyone is more at ease!

"Wow!"

The gigantic Inugami, who was bathed in fire and constantly exhaled decay and ancient aura, knocked away the crushing Mengmen, and rushed to the little tapir's side to help.

The blazing fire and the scarlet and corrupt atmosphere easily engulfed the men of dreams.

The pressure on the little tapir dropped sharply, and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It followed Senior Inugami, and continued to dismantle the surrounding Mengmen with blurred red light.

At the same time, it controls the backflow of red light, gathers the large pieces of dark debris flowing on the ground, gathers them to the mouth and swallows them.

The baby tapir began to eat, swallowing whole.

To be honest, I'm already tired of the smell of Mengnan, just smelling it makes me feel sick.

However, the current family motto of the Kamiya family is——

A gruel and a meal, when thinking of hard-won; half a thread, half a wisp, the constant memory is struggling.

To put it bluntly, it means being thrifty and not wasting.

As a member of the Kamiya family, the little tapir imitated the owner, learned everything, and practiced it personally.

...

The center of the battlefield.

The alienated dream man knew that he had been caught in a trap, and he went mad and attacked those spiritual masters who were approaching him.

But the situation on the battlefield has been reversed.

Standing in the distance, the blind granny knocked the bottom of her blind stick on the ground, and huge scarlet pupils slowly opened around the alienated dream man.

Being stared at by these pupils, Mengnan felt unprecedented pressure.

The already damaged body became uncontrollable and froze in place.

At this time, Kamiyagawa also rushed to the main battlefield.

Banruo put on the mask of jealousy, turned into a thin ghost, and followed closely beside him.

The white powder all over the sky invaded everywhere, and the black ghost claws easily crushed the Mengnan mob who was trying to block the way.

Coupled with the Yin Lei Yang Lei of Shen Guchuan, the journey is unimpeded.

"Mary!"

In the blink of an eye, Shengu had already rushed to the alienated Mengnan.

He could already smell the rotten smell of Mengnan's half-rotten body.

"In front of you."

The red mist swelled and surged, and Miss Mary, who was wantonly harvesting Mengnan mobs, obeyed the call and appeared in front of Shengu.

The dress is swaying, and the red mist is like blood.

The machete dragged the mist like a long rainbow.

The space around the blade was distorted by this extraordinary slash, creating illusory ripples.

It is difficult to judge the specific rating of the alienated dream man in the dream, but his level is also the same when he is dragged into this space that is both real and imaginary.

Anyway, there must be no B-level strength.

Mengnan was completely unable to stop the siege of the spirit masters and the rapid offensive of Shengu's main force.

The one-character blade wrapped in thunder struck obliquely from Mengnan's armpit, his bones shattered, and the lightning shot out, cutting all the way to the neck before barely stopping.

Mary's knife directly cut the tall and alienated dream man in half.

Jingle bells—jingle bells—

Zashiki-douji rang the bell excitedly at the right time because of his old father's victory.

Meng Nan, who was controlled by several red pupils summoned by the blind mother-in-law, fell to the ground and dissipated before he had time to react.

Guai Tan retreat!

With the exit of the alienated dream boy, the dream of ten thousand people finally became unstable and fell apart.

[Yun Wai Jing] The worlds on both sides of the connection overlap, and slowly begin to fail.

The entire dream of ten thousand people will burst into scattered dreams of all sizes throughout Japan.

And these scattered dreams are within the scope of the countermeasure room.

...

Tokyo.

Novelist's apartment.

The [Hundred Ghost Lantern] that was locked and attacked by Isehara Kami Aoyuki Lantern, the lampshade was covered with cracks.

There is only a faint flame left, like a candle in the wind.

This is the last moment when Qingxing Lantern destroys the [Hundred Ghost Lantern]. The novelist used his own life as a guide to continue the fire.

And at a certain moment, the flame the size of a grain of rice suddenly went out.

The whole [Hundred Ghost Lantern] shattered to pieces.

The novelist sat blankly in front of the table, looking at the damaged blue lamp, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a while, he mumbled to himself: "So those spiritual masters are so powerful...the ones that were handed over to me at Haishi I have used all the methods, and now it seems to have come to an end."

It's the end.

Even the novelist himself, for the sake of sacrificing his vitality, is numbered.

The complexion of the whole person looks like a terminally ill patient.

She sat there for a while, then slowly got up, changed a set of clothes, and went out the door.

Tokyo, Mita Hospital.

The novelist drove here, changed into a white coat, and walked in the hospital corridor.

"Doctor Ise, is you on duty tonight?"

In the corridor, a young nurse saw her and greeted her.

"No, I'm just here to take a look. I'm going to visit my mother by the way." The novelist smirked at the nurse and shook his head.

"Oh. Doctor Ise, you don't look well."

"I've been staying up too late lately."

"Then have a good rest."

"I will."

The two chatted casually, and the novelist took the elevator straight to the sixth-floor ward of the inpatient department.

She went into a single room.

An old woman with white hair was lying on the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube mask covering her mouth and nose.

The novelist went to the bedside and sat down.

The old woman on the bed opened her eyes and looked at her with relief, but she didn't speak, probably because she was too weak to speak.

The old lady was suffering from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, and she was seriously ill and was hospitalized some time ago.

The current situation is not optimistic.

"Mother, I'm here to see you." The novelist called the old man on the bed with honorifics.

She sat by the bed for a while, and suddenly pulled out a piece of paper from her bosom.

"I've been writing some stories lately... I know I know, you've always been against me doing it, but I'm still secretly writing it. A few of them are actually for you. I have one of them, It's not very well written, and I didn't give the story a title. But let me read it to you, and it goes like this—"

"There was a mother, and she had a daughter. Sorry for the flat opening."

The novelist rubbed the crumpled paper in his hand, and continued:

"The mother and daughter have been living together. The mother has a wish, that is, she hopes that her daughter can become a doctor when she grows up. Influenced by her mother, the daughter likes Osamu Tezuka's comic "Black Jack" since she was a child, and fantasizes that she can become a doctor. Save lives and heal wounds like the protagonist."

"But when my daughter grew up, she began to feel powerless. Her grades in junior high school gradually declined, and her dream of becoming a doctor gradually drifted away. And the mother saw her daughter's grades were not getting better day by day, so she was angry and often blamed her' Dumb and silly, not like the baby I should have had'. Well, that's what the mother said."

"When high school was about to graduate, even though my daughter's grades were not satisfactory, she still applied for the National University's Department of Medicine as her mother hoped, and the result was that she failed as expected."

"And the mother was unwilling to admit her daughter's failure. She lied to the people around her that her daughter had been admitted to the medical department and asked her to lie together."

"The days full of lies made my daughter unbearable. In order to get rid of her mother's unreasonable constraints, she began to consider finding a job and leaving the family independently."

"When she learned of her daughter's idea of ​​fleeing, the mother became furious and began to restrain and bind her daughter even more severely."

"She took away her daughter's mobile phone, deprived her of all free time, and even had to take a bath together. The mother pricked her daughter's fingertips with a needle and asked her to write a blood book. 'Study hard, you will pass the exam', She told her daughter that."

"Daughters can only continue to learn every day under the strict control of their mothers."

"Eight years, this kind of life lasted for eight years. For the mother's dream, the daughter worked hard for eight years, failed for eight years, and suffered for eight years. A total of... eight years."

"After eight years of torture, my daughter's mental state has already collapsed, and she is already abnormal. But my mother doesn't seem to notice it...study, keep learning."

"During the period, my daughter once applied for the literature department without telling her mother, and she passed the exam. But it was useless, and my mother was furious. She called her a traitor, a traitor, and a liar, and scolded her all night."

"In the ninth year, my daughter was admitted to the medical department... Well, she can successfully become a doctor. But she really hates being a doctor. Really, the smell and atmosphere in the hospital made her hate it from the bottom of her heart, retching .”

"And one night, the mother came to her daughter's room to celebrate her daughter's completion of college."

"She pushed open the door and saw the daughter sitting at the table turning her head slowly. She was surprised that the daughter who had finally turned into what she expected was actually facing the face of a strange man, with a high forehead, thick eyebrows, and unnatural Big Mouth...the daughter turned into a monster."

"Mother, the story is over."

The novelist gently rubbed the paper in his hand.

The old woman on the bed, when she heard the story halfway through, her originally weak eyes became angry, and she patted the bed with all her strength.

The novelist didn't care about her behavior, and said to himself: "I sometimes wonder if the mother in the story will feel guilty about her daughter? Will she?"

"Mother, do you know? There are so many people who feel guilty for doing things big or small. Really, I have tried and seen it. So many people will .”

"But you are the only one, you don't seem to be able to."

"You lie here, and every time you close your eyes and fall asleep, you can wake up easily the next day without any psychological burden."

"Why on earth? Several stories were written for you! Why on earth!" The novelist raised his voice, his voice trembling, "You treat me, to me...Really, a little bit, even a little bit of guilt Don’t you have any? So many people know how to do it! Are you a monster yourself?”

"Uh...uh..."

The old woman on the bed was even more emotional. She couldn't accept that her daughter, who had been brought up so hard by herself, disobeyed her so much.

But the novelist gradually calmed down at this time: "Mother, I have good news for you. I am dying, and I don't have a few days to live. There is also bad news, your COPD symptoms are getting worse. If I am not here Otherwise, no one will pay for your medical bills."

"It's better like this, it's better like this, I will give you a happy time."

"I'll give you a happy..."

The novelist muttered like a dream, she stood up, and took off the breathing mask covering the old woman's nose.

Suffering from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, seriously ill patients have impaired cardiopulmonary function and cannot survive without oxygen supply.

The old woman on the bed was breathing hard.

The sound of breathing was like a broken bellows, and her eyes remained angry, looking directly at her daughter.

incomprehensible.

I can't understand why a daughter who has worked so hard to cultivate would do such a thing.

The novelist sat by the bed, watching his mother struggling feebly, and calmed down after a while.

She breathed a sigh of relief, got up and left the hospital.

...

The novelist returned to his apartment in a daze.

She didn't remember how she got back, she drove a car when she went there, and she seemed to take a taxi directly when she came back.

Can not remember.

The novelist went to the messy bed in the bedroom and lay down on his back.

"Anyway, I'm dying too."

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt relieved, even the mattress under her body seemed soft and comfortable.

The weak body fell asleep after not being awake for too long.

She didn't know how long she slept, but she had a dream.

In the dream, she came to her mother's ward.

Actually came back to such a place.

She walked towards the inside of the ward. Under the dim light, she could see her mother lying on the bed wearing an oxygen mask.

"Ho...ho..."

The novelist heard his mother's hard breathing.

It was exactly the same sound she heard when she took off her mother's oxygen tube.

She walked on.

When he walked to the hospital bed, the mother on the bed sat up.

The room was dimly lit.

The novelist saw a familiar face on the old and sickly body of his mother, a face that she had described countless times in words recently——

High forehead, thick eyebrows, unnaturally large mouth and high grin.

Dream man.

That was Meng Nan's face.

"Those who feel guilty will finally meet the dream man."

The "mother" who was sitting upright on the hospital bed stared at the novelist intently, speaking every word as if on trial.

This sentence was once written on the title page of the novelist's notebook.

"Guilty, me?"

Is that me?

Am I guilty?

Am I actually feeling guilty?

The novelist froze for a few minutes, stood still in a daze, and then laughed nervously.

It was like hearing the funniest joke ever.

She laughs loudly and recklessly.

Ever since I was a child, I have never laughed like this.

"No, no, it's too funny."

The novelist in the dream laughed so hard that he leaned forward and backward, his facial features were distorted, and his eyes overflowed with tears.

This is really, really funny.