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"The Arakawa River, which originates in Kobu Shindake, is introduced into Mt. Chichibu, passes through the basin, passes through the Nagatoro Valley, and goes north to Osato-gun and Yoshii Town into the Kanto Plain. The downstream turns southeast in Kumagaya, flows into the Magawa River in Kawagoe City, passes through Saitama and flows eastward again, exiting the Sumida River and finally entering Edo Bay, where there is a demon whose name is unknown, and is called the Lord of the Arakawa. ”

"The lord of Arakawa dominates the rise and fall of Arakawa, and it is rumored that it is the result of the magic of the lord of Arakawa, and the people who live around Arakawa worship the lord of Arakawa and pray for his protection of this land and water."

In the dark room, a dozen young people gathered, lit only by a paper lantern that emitted a dim light, one young man was telling strange stories in high spirits, and the rest were listening intently, without making the slightest noise to disturb the other.

"I heard this story, so I went to Arakawa myself, and by chance I saw the Lord of Arakawa from afar, and when I saw him for the first time, I knew that he was the Lord of Arakawa, and that noble, eternal aura is not something that people or simple little monsters can have."

"At that time, the lord of Arakawa was standing on the surface of the river, looking down at the quietly flowing Arakawa, the breeze came, but it did not make half a wave of the Arakawa, in front of the lord of Arakawa, Arakawa quietly flowed into the distance, and there was no sound between heaven and earth."

"When I came back to my senses, the Lord of Arakawa was gone, and the sound of Arakawa flowing came to my ears, and I don't know why, I always felt a little lonely......"

As he spoke, the young man seemed to recall the scene again, and the radiance on his face was slowly replaced by serenity, and his tone was soothed.

"It's a fantastical story." Another young man stood up and exclaimed, then came to the dim light and spoke expectantly as the others watched, "This story I am telling is the ninety-ninth and the last story. ”

"Why only ninety-nine weird stories?" Among the dozen people, the only woman asked curiously, her voice like the clear spring water flowing slowly in the mountains.

A young man was intoxicated by this quiet and indifferent voice for a moment, and then before the others, he opened his mouth and explained to the woman with a beautiful and indifferent face: "There have been many people who are keen on strange stories to get together to share their experiences or heard strange stories, but as long as the hundredth strange story is told, some strange and strange things will happen, so it is customary to tell only ninety-nine strange stories, of course, this statement is also a kind of strange story, called Hundred Things. ”

"That's interesting, hehe." The young woman covered her mouth and chuckled.

"The strange story I am talking about is a fox demon, on a bright spring day, I went to a cherry blossom forest to enjoy the flowers, and by chance I saw a woman with three tails behind her and a beautiful face standing in front of a low grave, she looked down at what the grave was saying, and just when I wanted to get closer, I suddenly lost consciousness."

The young man under the light said slowly: "Later, I woke up and found that the woman was gone, but there were a few more broken cherry blossoms and an ordinary wooden comb in front of the grave. ”

After the young man finished talking about the strange story, everyone smiled with emotion, they are all people who are keen on strange stories, this world where people and demons coexist, and for those mysterious monsters, there are always some people who have curious exploration thoughts.

"That's all for today's weird story, let's go home." The young man laughed, then looked at the paper lantern on the table, which glowed dimly and was tied to a fine blue-blue lantern staff.

"Whose lantern does this lantern belong to?"

The young man was curious, telling strange stories under this lantern has a feeling of being at home, and the just right light of the lantern perfectly renders the atmosphere of telling strange stories.

A white jade-like hand reached out, her slender five fingers grasped the lantern staff, and the young woman with a beautiful face said with a faint smile, "This is my lantern." ”

Then the young woman turned her head to look at the people who had gotten up and wanted to leave, and her voice sounded like a spring in everyone's hearts.

"Don't go, everyone, let me tell you a strange story that has never been said before......"

"This strange story is called Qingxing Lantern ......"

One

"I once passed by a maple forest, when the sunset was approaching, the originally beautiful maple forest looked like blood congealed, so red that it made people panic, I quickened my pace, and the maple leaves on the ground made a rustling sound, like some evil spirit behind me, and cast a greedy gaze on my neck......"

In the dark room, on a simple small table, a dim light emanated from the small lantern on the table, this light seemed to want to dispel the darkness, but the darkness was too thick, and the faint light in the darkness added a bit of gloomy atmosphere.

Dressed in a linen shirt, the young man swallowed his saliva, and suddenly didn't dare to continue to talk about the next thing, but opposite the young man, a face that looked beautiful and indifferent in the dim light raised his slender eyebrows, and asked with a bit of urgency in his tone: "What's going on in the back?" ”

The sound was like a clear spring flowing on a pebble, which calmed the young man's restless heart, and the young man took a deep breath, looked at the beautiful and quiet face of the woman opposite, and mustered up the courage to continue telling his story.

"I couldn't stand the terrible atmosphere, and I ran wildly, and when I didn't know how long, and when I had no strength, I found myself still in the maple forest, and the sun was about to set completely, and the maple forest was slowly becoming dark, and I panicked, and I felt a pair of eyes staring at me in some dark corner, with a gaze full of appetite......"

"I went crazy and continued to run wildly, and the eyes were still fixed on me, and just when I felt that I was about to suffocate, suddenly in the dark maple forest, I saw a man lying under the maple tree drinking, and at the same time smelled a smell of wine, the intoxicating aroma of wine I smelled for the first time......"

Then I noticed that the man lying under the maple tree had long red hair and a huge wine gourd next to it, and I suddenly realized that the other party was not a human, but a monster! Just as I was about to shout in horror, the youkai who was drinking under the maple tree turned to look at me, and I lost consciousness and woke up again at noon the next day. ”

"I was lying in the maple forest, looking at the sun, and just when I was wondering, my hand suddenly touched something under the maple leaves on the ground, and I grabbed it out and found that it was a human skull......"

The young man's face was a little pale and frightened, and after looking around, he continued: "But fortunately, I escaped from the maple leaf forest safely and returned home, this is the strange story I experienced. ”

"Hehe, very interesting story."

Like a clear spring flowing unhurriedly, the young woman's quiet voice sounded, which added a bit of satisfaction.

The white fingers of jade gently put down the pen in their hands, and then carefully picked up a few pieces of paper, their pale red lips opened slightly, and their breath blew on the ink.

"I'm very satisfied with your story, but seeing that you are so scared, let's go back first, and come to receive your payment tomorrow, hehe." After carefully completing the task at hand, the young woman looked at the young man with a panicked face, and there was a bit of ridicule in her tone, like a clear spring.

"Yes, yes, thank you......"

The young man quickly stood up, bowed respectfully to the young woman, and then hurried out of the slightly gloomy room.

"Why be scared of such an interesting story?" Seeing the young man flee in the wilderness, the young woman muttered to herself with a little confusion, and then checked the few pieces of paper in her hand.

Nodding with satisfaction, the young woman placed a few pieces of paper on a stack of papers beside the table, her voice like a clear spring jumping between the mountains and rocks, "The ninety-eighth strange tale is really a pleasure." ”

"I'm about to collect a hundred weird stories, and I can't wait."

In the midst of a quiet laugh, the young woman laid down a stack of papers, and then blew lightly at the dimly lit lantern on the table, and the light dissipated, and the house was enveloped in darkness.

Two

The famous and beautiful lady in the city likes to collect strange stories, whether it is personal experience or hearsay, you can exchange a good amount of money from the eldest lady.

Of course, there are some strange conditions, such as door-to-door sales of strange stories that she knows during the day, if the eldest lady will choose a strange story that has not been collected, and then at night, the chosen person will tell the eldest lady his strange story under a dim lantern, so as to get a good reward.

These strange conditions, according to the eldest lady, are boring strange stories without atmosphere, except for some people who are also very curious and love strange conversations, most people cannot understand the behavior of the eldest lady.

However, this does not prevent them from getting paid to tell strange stories.

But it's been the ninety-ninth day since the eldest lady started collecting strange stories, and people who want to get paid can't tell new weird stories, and as for making things up, it's impossible for ordinary honest and fearful civilians to do it.

In the mansion.

The fair-faced eldest lady flipped through her manuscripts, silently recalling these strange tales that seemed very interesting to her, her long black hair falling softly behind her, and the end even hanging down to the ground.

"No one has come yet, can't you hear new strange talk today?"

As if she had memorized all the stories on the paper in her mind, the eldest lady stretched her waist and looked at the sun that was gradually sinking in the west, and couldn't help but feel a little lost and depressed.

"May I ask if you are the eldest lady who collects strange stories?" A man in a robe slowly walked up from outside the door to the eldest lady.

The masculinity is extraordinary, with an amiable smile on her face, which makes the eldest lady's eyes light up.

"Tell me the weird stories you brought."

The man was slightly stunned, he didn't expect this eldest lady to love weird stories so much, and the first sentence he said was this.

"I'm going to tell you the story of the two girls, have you ever heard of it?"

"Two women? I haven't heard of it, so I'll tell you a weird story tonight! The eldest lady recalled, and then said excitedly, with a happy smile on her indifferent and beautiful face.

"It's fine." The man nodded, and then walked away.

Let's talk to the big lady who loves to talk weird in the evening.

Three

At night, in a room lit with only one paper lamp as usual, the eldest lady and the man sat at a table facing each other.

The man was unhurried, unaffected by the slightly gloomy atmosphere, but glanced at the paper lamp lit on the table with some confusion.

"Tell me your weird story." The eldest lady's slender fingers held the pen and urged the man.

"Okay, then I'll tell you about the weird story of two women." The man's thoughts were interrupted, but he was not annoyed, and said slowly with a smile, "I am an onmyoji, and my duty is to get rid of those vicious monsters in the cholera world and maintain balance. ”

"When I found her, I found that she was a little girl, and the little girl was walking on the road in a trance while whispering sorry, and I could feel that she was not a human, but a youkai."

"I approached her, she looked at me a little timidly and a little longingly, the look of wanting to get close and being afraid to get close was unforgettable, I touched her head, and found that there was a greedy monster attached to her, that kind of monster only has a simple consciousness, but it is greedy by nature, no matter what, it can't eat enough, and at the same time, because of this monster, a big mouth grows on the back of the girl's neck where the hair covers it."

"But to my surprise, the youkai in the little girl's body did not exude the breath of hunger and appetite, and was always in a quiet state, and at the same time, this youkai has coexisted with the little girl, and if this youkai is removed, the little girl will also die."

"This is the story of a two-girl girl, the story of an innocent and cute little girl and a greedy monster by nature."

The man's voice fell, and then he watched as the eldest lady wrote down the story she told on the paper with pen and ink.

"How many stories have you written now, girl?" Looking at the eldest lady sorting out the thick stack of manuscripts, the man's brows furrowed imperceptibly and asked.

The eldest lady smiled lightly, and said with a little pride in her indifferent voice: "I have collected ninety-nine strange stories, and I remember them every day, and I will seriously practice telling these strange stories, and I want to tell the collected strange stories to those who like strange stories." ”

"This girl, you have no problem collecting strange stories, but if you share strange stories with other people, it is best to tell only ninety-nine, and never tell a hundred strange stories." The man frowned and admonished.

The eldest lady's eyes lit up, and she smiled lightly: "You are an onmyoji, and you also warned me not to tell a hundred strange stories, could it be that strange things will really happen when you tell a hundred strange stories?" ”

After all, there has always been a strange saying, a group of people get together to share strange stories, only to the ninety-nineth, never a hundred, otherwise terrible things will happen, this is also a strange story, called a hundred things.

If it weren't for that, the curious lady wouldn't have thought of collecting a hundred weird stories.

"Between heaven and earth, everything has a spirit, even if it is an ordinary paper umbrella, it is possible to produce spirituality and become a monster in the passage of time, of course, in addition to these, there are also dead souls and evil thoughts and other things will turn into monsters, the duty of the onmyoji is not to destroy the monsters, after all, there are good and bad monsters, and the duty of the onmyoji is only to protect the peace of the world."

The man slowly spoke, "Generally speaking, Onmyoji will not interfere in non-mutant events, and of course I am the same. ”

"I don't know when the Tale of Hundred Things began to circulate in the world, since I traveled so many places, I have heard that many people have carried out the activities of the Hundred Things, and they have all told the hundredth story, some of these people who have carried out the Tale of the Hundred Things are good, and some of them have inexplicably opened the passage of the Hades sister and died directly into the underworld."

"After all this, the Tale of 100 Things has spread widely, and I wonder if this strange story has become a monster in the word of mouth." The man said with a frown.

"What? Strange stories become monsters? The eldest lady's slender eyebrows were raised, full of interest, and the monster that the strange story turned into was so interesting.

"Of course, this is not ridiculous, people's evil thoughts can turn into monsters, and strange stories are certainly possible." The man nodded in the affirmative.

"You don't let me tell a hundred weird stories, because you're afraid that I'll meet weird monsters?" The eldest lady asked with a wink.

The man nodded and said, "Part of the reason is this, and part of the reason is that girl, you are born with strong spiritual power and good qualifications, and when you write strange stories with your heart, that paper ......"

The paper lanterns on the table emitted a dim glow

"Huh?" The man was suddenly stunned, and the rest of the words were not spoken.

"Why don't you continue?" The eldest lady said curiously.

I seem to have forgotten something? The man frowned and pondered, and found that his memory seemed to be missing, what was the strange story he told this eldest lady just now? Why did you suddenly forget?! And what did I just want to say?

The man came back to his senses, turned his head and glanced at the paper lamp that emitted a dim glow suspiciously, and warned again: "In short, the girl had better not complete the Tale of a Hundred Things, otherwise it is easy to have an accident." ”

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and left the room, and when he stepped out of the door, the man's puzzled face was stunned again, what did he just say in the room?

The next day, the eldest lady was a little strange, the onmyoji man did not come to receive the payment, and it seemed that he had left the city.

The eldest lady was a little regretful, it was the first time she met the mysterious and mysterious Onmyoji, who always dealt with monsters, but unfortunately the other party only told her a strange story and left.

Four

The eldest lady has collected ninety-nine strange stories.

One day, the eldest lady invited curious and curious people to a party with a passion for strange things.

It was still a slightly gloomy room, with a dim glow from the paper lantern lantern.

The eldest lady tells the weird stories she collected, and in order to tell these stories well, she will practice in the mirror every day, and she loves weird tales so much.

The flowing voice of the clear spring describes the vivid and vivid strange stories, and every listener is immersed in the voice of the eldest lady.

Before she knew it, the eldest lady had finished telling the hundredth story, which was the last story.

Obviously, the eldest lady only recorded and collected ninety-nine strange stories, but she told the hundredth strange stories.

The drunken people came back to their senses, suddenly shouted in terror, slammed open the door and fled.

The eldest lady sat in the middle of the room in a daze, and on the table was a paper lantern that emitted a faint cyan light.

She noticed that her appearance had changed, her long black hair had turned pale, her lips had changed from pale red to pale cyan, and her eyes had been painted with a faint cyan eyeshadow.

On this day, the eldest lady in the city disappeared without a trace, and as for why, no one knows, and the people who used to attend the weird talk party hosted by the eldest lady seem to have forgotten what happened at the party, and they have forgotten all the weird stories in their heads, and they are no longer keen on weird talk.

The eldest lady has become a monster in the weird stories she used to be passionate about, but she still loves weird stories, and whenever someone tells a weird story, she will listen quietly to the sidelines.

And when the people had told ninety-nine strange stories, she would appear in front of them with a paper lantern that emitted a cyan light, and tell the hundredth strange story in her voice as calm as a spring.

That weird story is called Qingxing Lantern.

Qingxing Lantern is the name given to herself by the eldest lady after she became a monster.

As for what will happen to those who have heard this strange story.

Who knows?

End

The story of Qingxing Lantern is known only to Qingxing Lantern.

The beautiful figure carrying a paper lantern that glows blue is chasing interesting and strange stories, telling stories that only he once knew and will only know in the future.