Time passes quickly, and it has been three months since our protagonist Gan Lei came to this world, and all plans are far from being able to catch up with the rapid changes.

originally planned to travel all over the world, seize the opportunity, and be a raptor crossing the river, who knew that there were quite a lot of rules and regulations in this world, first overturned the boat between the two worlds, and then was rescued by a pair of mysterious ancestors and grandchildren.

When I woke up, I found that it was now a problem to even gain a foothold in this world, and what else to talk about crossing the river raptor, crossing the river and the cabbage beeworm is almost the same.

At present, it is temporarily stable, and the old man can see that he is not a bad person, but he has also achieved a good story of master and apprentice, but he doesn't know when he will be able to cultivate to the point where he can go home and save the world.

It was the dawn of another day, and Gan Lei was lying on a slope of the beach, looking at the rising sun, but thinking of the sunrise that his hometown had never wanted to see.

It's a new day, and the weird exercises that Gan Lilei learned from the old man have also been practicing for three months, but the hard work has paid off, and he has finally cultivated to the point where the body can feed back the spirit.

And after three months of getting along day and night, Gan Lei is really able to make friends with this old and young man, after all, he doesn't look like something that he has been planning for three months of getting along day and night.

And the most cherished Shenqing lantern around him now was also introduced to this old man and young man a week ago, but the old man's eyebrows and micro-expressions of his heart still made Gan Lei very embarrassed.

To be honest, the Qingxing lantern is more like the existence of a mother or sister in my heart, and it is just a ritual that can be used to enter the contract space, except that it is more convenient in many cases, but it is dispensable.

In this world, strictly speaking, the level of Qingxing Lantern can only be regarded as the level of a general, and it was originally considered to be close to the ceiling of combat power in his hometown, but here there is a feeling that a phoenix has become a chicken.

However, the old man said that it was just right, just right, because in terms of Gan Lei's current state, it is just the level of a spiritual warrior, and the current Qingxing Lantern of the contract is just right as a natal soul pet, it will not limit the power of the Qingxing Lantern too much, and it will also feed back some of the energy to Gan Lei.

This statement made Gan Lei a little surprised, didn't he and Qingxingdeng already have a contract, and could they conclude a contract again?

When the old man saw the contract mark on Gan Lei's wrist, he let out a sneer.

"This is also worthy of being called a natal contract?"

"The natal contract is a contract of the same fate, one is prosperous and one is lost, signing that contract is a lifetime that cannot be betrayed, signing the natal contract is equivalent to sharing a heart, telepathy needless to say, you as the master can even use some of the apostle's abilities."

These words seem to have opened the door to a new world for Gan Lei, as an onmyoji who pursues details, the proudest place is just the details of some spells, and the old man is simply giving it away, it is inevitable to be depressed, but being able to become stronger and learn more is more exciting in comparison.

"Ask the teacher to teach."

The natal contract pays attention to a concentric and one mind, but any vest with a little bit of backing cannot be successful, so people who practice the magic of summoning are generally signed with pet beasts that have grown up together since childhood.

It's just because, growing up together since childhood will have a unique tacit understanding, and if you pet the beast, because the initial spiritual intelligence will not develop to the point where it may go against the owner.

It's just that if this Qingxing lantern signs a natal contract, if it is not alienated from each other, even if it is a mustard, it will make this contract ceremony twice as effective.

Gan Lei was actually a little shaken in his heart after listening to this, he left his hometown to travel far away, but it was also a picky for the career of Qingxing Deng, for Qingxing Deng, a demon king who only needs more people's cognition and belief in the original world to break through to the next stage, this is undoubtedly a sacrifice of an original iron rice bowl.

And even in the original small world, he is the one who is more taken care of.

However, Qingxingdeng empathetically cast a firm look at Gan Lei.

The beauty is gracious, Gan Lei no longer doubts himself, even if the ceremony fails, he has to advance and retreat with the Qingxing lantern, which can be regarded as the master chosen by the Qingxing lantern.

One person and one demon looked at each other and nodded, there was no need to say more at this moment.

The old man also saw the tacit understanding of this person and a demon, and quickly arranged the formation, just waiting for one person and one demon to complete the ceremony.

The ritual looks very simple, but for this person and a demon, there is a very solemn sense of seriousness.

Heart-to-heart rituals.

It is a person and a demon who enter each other's psychological world, and truly work with one heart and one mind, and the final consequences of the ritual depend on whether both parties truly understand each other.

Then, the ceremony begins.

When Gan Lei opened his eyes again, his spiritual incarnation was already in the psychological world of Qingxingdeng.

"Is this the psychological world of Qingxingdeng?"

The faint candlelight illuminates the road on a rainy night. Green butterflies flutter and walk leisurely through the world.

The candles are lit up, and the butterflies are flying. The psychological world of Qingxing Lantern is dark and quiet, like a remote garden.

A cloud of mist is in this small garden, which is some unforgettable memories in Qingxingdeng's heart, and Gan Lei is going to explore in this strange fog now.

The depths of the fog of memory

There was darkness all around, dark and sticky, and there was no light, as if time was frozen here.

The girl lay in the darkness, her body completely immersed in the embrace of darkness, and her mouth was full of words.

"Ninety-nine, this time let's tell the story of a child who was born with a disability and took the initiative to seek death. The story takes place in a cold and bleak winter, and the grandmother who took care of her was killed by a troubled youkai....... cough, probably killed, right? Anyway, the grandmother didn't come back, and for the first time she left her house."

"You're going to die, so it's better to find a different way. Thinking so, she decided to try it according to the strange story. Perhaps, after telling a hundred stories, the gods will have mercy on her and let her die without pain."

"Seems a little short? But so be it. What's the end? The ending is the beginning of the hundredth story."

She tried to brace herself to look around, but failed, and had to collapse back to the ground, the darkness hugging her tightly and not letting her out for a moment.

"She managed to tell the hundredth story, but unfortunately there were no gods, and the end of Hundred Things was a boring death. cough cough cough ......"

The cyan light of the fire cut through the darkness, like fireworks, and like shooting stars.

"It's not a good habit to tell a story in a hurry, and those who hear it last will be disappointed."

The Qingxing lantern appeared at this moment, because a hundred stories had been told.

Qing Xing saw her former self through her cloudy eyes.

"The story you heard doesn't seem complete, and it's no wonder that you've probably never heard of the Tale of a Hundred Things, and the end of the Tale of a Hundred Things is never a god."

"Ahem, is that so? So what are you? Come and eat my youkai?"

The girl's cough made her whole body tremble.

"You dirty little guy doesn't taste good at all."

"Aren't you a monster that doesn't eat people? This also seems to be a good beginning to the story.... Ahem, it's a pity I'm going to die."

Yes, the flame of her life is about to burn out. The protagonist dies and the story comes to an end.

The blue flame condensed in the hands of Qingxing Lamp, and the lamp burned her short life: the cry in her mother's arms as a baby, the tossing and turning on the sickbed, the stories she listened to on her grandmother's lap, the slush covered in slush when she wandered on the streets...

She also saw it in the lamp, and slowly closed her eyes as the fire went out.

"Like, my life is a terrible story...... Ahem, don't like this ending.... It sucks. If I could, I wouldn't want another ending like this."

The cyan flame rekindled.

"Coincidentally, I also prefer happy endings."

What happens after the story comes to an end?

When I was a human, I was always curious about the plot after the ending. Warm encounters, sad partings, and full laughter, what happens after this?

After becoming a youkai, the more stories I collected, the more dissatisfied I became with the ending.

What about the part that seems to have a happy ending that is not seen at the end? Cinderella married a prince but didn't have the ability to become a queen, that's the reality, it's not as beautiful as the story at all.

Stories come from life, but they are not life.

The story creates new worlds and new lives, but they all disappear with the ending.

It's a pity, but as a bystander of the story, you must be very interested in the blank space outside the ending, and so am I.

It's okay, I'll let the story continue, and the ending will be a new beginning.

For example, the story of a girl who can't walk and turns into a monster and gets a new life.

For example, a group of relatives who killed the elderly and seized property met a youkai who came to take revenge.

What new stories will there be?

What will be the end?

I'm looking forward to it.

At this moment, the voice of the inner monologue echoed in the ears of the bystander Gan Lei, and was the girl on the verge of death a Qingxing lantern? Or the monster who saved her was Qingxingdeng.

Gan Lei realized at this moment that he didn't know anything about the past of Qingxingdeng, but the girl who didn't have a smile on her face was as lonely as herself who was smiling.

Qingxing lantern, the master of the story of a hundred things. The woman holding the lamp has a beautiful face. She likes to listen to weird stories and tell weird stories to others. The stories she tells are very interesting and colorful.

Only, is the story she telling her her own or someone else's?

As an outlier of a monster, just knowing more stories will become stronger, the master of the Hundred Things is already the king of the hundred ghosts, in this thousand-year-old world, how many stories will be waiting to be discovered?

And now, Gan Lei will continue to go deep into the heart of Qingxingdeng.