"Hehehe... poor little sister, poor little sister... hehehe..."
While tossing Nishijou Kelian up into the air and catching her, Beichuan Huili let out bursts of silly laughter, causing Beichuan Si to cast her a couple of glances involuntarily.
Beichuan Huili had quite the nerve; even after finding out she had gained a good spirit as a little sister, she wasn’t scared and even played with Nishijou Kelian.
So even if Beichuan Si wanted to say sothing, in the end, he said nothing at all.
Kelian seed very happy, playfully throwing herself onto Beichuan Huili’s body, and Beichuan Huili was also happy to have gained a sister.
It was pretty good this way.
He took out his phone and opened his urban supernatural tales hopage.
The photos he took at Yuchuan Elentary School had been uploaded, with comnts below like ’The blogger is so aweso,’ ’Where did you go this ti?’ ’The blood on the door has to be fake, right? Human blood can’t be that bright?’ and other such remarks.
Ignoring these comnts, Beichuan Si browsed his private ssage box at his usual pace.
After skipping over the malicious curses, the pure flukes, and the ssages sent for no reason, Beichuan Si finally saw the supernatural tale content he was most eager to see.
There were three private ssages about supernatural tales.
"A shadow of a hundred ters high appears in Tokyo."
Beichuan Si raised an eyebrow and skipped this one.
What concept was a hundred-ter shadow? What kind of vengeful ghost was that? If it appeared, wouldn’t it cause disaster? It was obvious this was a scam, and Beichuan Si had no interest in it.
"The legend of the slit-mouthed woman."
"Isn’t this a ghost story that has been around for a long ti?" Beichuan Si shook his head and ignored it.
For the past two months, he had often wandered the streets at night but had not encountered any slit-mouthed woman. From this, the authenticity of this legend was also doubtful.
With two of the three now dismissed, Beichuan Si looked at the last line on his phone.
"A female student’s grudge, her wronged soul still lingers in the old school building!"
This line seed quite compelling, drawing Beichuan Si to continue reading.
"Legend has it that one night in the old school building of Tokyo, a school security guard heard the night-ti wailing of a female student coming from the old campus."
"At the sa ti, there were also sounds like wisteria branches... or a heavy object hitting the ground with a ’pat, pat, pat.’"
"The chilling sound intertwined with the female student’s wailing... After that, it is said the school security guard fell ill and never awoke, eventually dying."
"Afterward, anyone who hears the wail of the female student in the old school building will be haunted by a vengeful spirit, eting a terrible end—"
The sentence faded with an em dash, and Beichuan Si thoughtfully looked at the keywords "old campus," "wisteria branches," and "female student’s wailing," finally touching his chin.
"Hmm..."
"Ah..."
"Hmm... Let’s go upstairs and check on the Shinra Bell."
Beichuan Si put down his phone, shook his head, and felt too lazy to say anything else.
Rather than worrying about this, he might as well go upstairs and see the Shinra Bell.
The soul of Magong Yongshi trapped within the Shinra Bell had shown so signs of activity recently. If she had already awoken, Beichuan Si wanted to ask her about other matters.
Beichuan Si entered his room, looking at the slowly filling bookshelves with a asure of relief.
Most of the literature from Shenzhu Village, Kikuchi Yu’s tapes, flower rosters of Xucha High School, and so on.
This was another kind of collection hobby, wasn’t it?
He picked up the Shinra Bell, which was lying horizontally, and gazed at the colorful halo erging from it, his eyes flashing with an unconscious hint of death.
Sure enough, from the perspective of death, a girl with teardrop moles at the corners of her eyes, wearing a white kimono, appeared.
Magong Yongshi.
This girl who had helped him a lot in Shenzhu Village now seed to still be absent of any signs of awakening.
But—
Beichuan Si held the handle of the Shinra Bell without a word.
A succession of intimate sensations ca from the handle, along with the crisp sounds of tinkling, as if the Shinra Bell was vaguely happy.
"It seems that absorbing grudges could shorten Miss Magong’s recovery ti."
At first, the Shinra Bell did not have such a reaction, but ever since Beichuan Si resolved the stitching ghost and the strange tales of Yuchuan Elentary School, the Shinra Bell gradually seed to be recovering sothing.
Beichuan Si replaced the Shinra Bell on its stand, temporarily giving up hope of communicating with Magong Yongshi.
It seed she still needed more ti to sleep.
Although Beichuan Si was eager to help her awaken and beco another tool... companion to help him, it seed that it was not feasible at present.
After all, most of the popular ghost stories in Tokyo had either been scams or already settled by him, leaving Beichuan Si in a state of unemploynt.
"Maybe it’s better to just live a quiet life for a while."
Beichuan Si made a silent resolution.
...
The next day, Beichuan Si and Beichuan Huili went to Kyubei High School.
Along the way, Beichuan Huili asked Beichuan Si a lot about things inside the high school.
Mostly about making friends and self-introductions.
"Then Brother Temple! I’m off!" Ignoring the astonished stares of her fellow students, Beichuan Huili waved to Beichuan Si and then disappeared across the corridor on the first floor.
Seeing her so motivated, Beichuan Si was also reassured.
Once entering Kyubei High, it was essentially his territory; basically, no one dared to bully Beichuan Huili.
He also hoped that Hui Li would have good high school mories at Kyubei High School.
Beichuan Si stood in place for a while, then was about to go upstairs.
But as he turned around, a voice from behind caught up with him:
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