When I got home, I locked myself in my room and stared stupidly at the mirror, my eyes unblinking, for fear of missing something.

Ji Xiang felt silently, his shoulders seemed to be a little heavy, and it really seemed that he was sitting alone.

But the "self" in the mirror was a little haggard, and his shoulders were empty, and he couldn't see anything at all.

Frame by frame, the picture flashed in front of Ji Xiang's eyes.

Peachwood sword

Blood

Scratches

It's all like acting, and that's the only thing that makes sense.

But!

The discomfort of the body, the left shoulder is slightly lower, heavy, and the feeling of sitting alone is very strong.

Having experienced it himself, Ji Xiang can be sure that these feelings are not hysteria or mental illness, but a real feeling.

What the hell is going on?

Could it be true that there is a little girl sitting on her shoulder?

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang shuddered.

Ji Xiang recalled what the system NPC had said to him when he was close to empathy, and he was a little confused.

What the hell is going on!

"Himself" seems to have this question, he was not afraid of ghosts before, otherwise he would not sit in front of the mirror and look at himself in the mirror stupidly, looking at his left shoulder.

I don't know how long it took, "I" felt a little sore in my eyes, and raised my hand to rub my eyes.

But at this moment, a cool breeze blew on his neck, and it was gloomy, and Ji Xiang vaguely heard a sigh from the darkness.

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to be whispering in his ear.

The wind brought by the sigh was cold and cold, penetrating deep into the bone marrow, as if it had been brought into the body.

Goosebumps came out, and Ji Xiang felt a chill on the soles of his feet.

What the hell is this empathy for?!

If he hadn't experienced a lot of illnesses, Ji Xiang would have thought that this must be a prank, a substitute for a thriller movie.

"Myself" was also taken aback, jumped up dexterously, and shivered precisely into the quilt.

It seemed a little ridiculous that the old man was frightened and hid in the quilt, but Ji Xiang thought so.

Sure enough, the quilt is an agreement between humans and ghosts, and you can't attack if you get into the quilt.

His body gradually warmed up, and he was not as scared as before, but Ji Xiang couldn't figure out what was going on.

In the fear, "myself" did not feel sleepy at all, and I always felt that there was a child sitting at the head of the bed looking at me.

But every time I look at it, I can't see anything.

This feeling is quite bad, Ji Xiang knows that it is wrong, but all kinds of feelings are so real. It's not a mental illness, after confirming this, Ji Xiang was a little ashamed when he thought of talking to Meng Qingfei or the system NPC about the diagnosis.

However, I am ashamed and can't bear the feeling of horror, and Ji Xiang regrets coming to participate in this time.

The sky was dark, and "myself" was sleepy and couldn't open my eyes. Although I don't want to sleep, I can't resist my biological instincts.

"Myself" fell asleep unconsciously.

Although Ji Xiang knew that it was impossible, he was also surrounded by a sense of fear, and his firm consciousness began to waver.

Since it is not a mental illness, is there really an evil thing?

If he could see the system panel, Ji Xiang highly suspected that his spiritual power had been consumed a lot, and he was close to exhaustion.

It's really hard, no wonder "myself" looks so bad.

Half-asleep, a cool breeze blew.

In the back of the head, it's like someone blowing on their neck.

Cold

Ice Forest

"Self" and Ji Xiang woke up instantly, and at this moment, even Ji Xiang was sure that there was a person sitting behind him, and he was blowing on himself.

"Giggle~"

An eerie laugh came.

It's not a hallucination, it's real! Ji Xiang's whole body tensed, but he couldn't do anything, his mind was blank when he was frightened, and his body couldn't move.

I don't know how long it took, the laughter was intermittent, and the cold wind behind my neck blew intermittently.

Ji Xiang didn't know why a picture flashed in his mind, a dress

The little girl in bright red sat behind "herself", blowing on her neck like a joke, giggling and having fun.

She turned back to the left, and she dodged to the right; She turned back to the right, and she dodged to the left.

The air in the bedroom froze into ice, as if in an ice vault, and "myself" began to shiver.

Stiff muscles spasmed, upper and lower teeth slammed, and the sound of clattering broke the silence.

"Myself" seems to be not small, and he has the courage to turn back.

The little girl in red clothes who was bleeding from the seven holes did not exist, and there was still a blank space around her.

And the sound of giggling and the cold air behind the neck still came intermittently.

Night falls, and darkness reigns.

"Myself" sat up and waved back, trying to grab the little girl there.

But caught an empty and nothing.

"Brother, play with me."

A faint voice from the darkness sounded in Ji Xiang's ears, and at the same time, a cold wind blew.

The wind was not strong, but it was extremely cold, as if the little girl who was talking had no temperature at all.

"I don't play, don't look for me!" "Myself," he suddenly shouted.

The voice was poignant, with a crying tone.

"Guess who I am."

A pair of small hands cover the eyes, but these hands seem to be somewhere between substance and transparency, the eyes are blindfolded, but only the clarity of the vision is visible.

"I don't want it!" "Myself" stood up and turned on the light.

The white lights were cold and gloomy, without the slightest hint of warmth.

There was a feeling of an extremely heavy weight pressing on his left shoulder, not as if Ji Xiang could be sure that there was indeed a person sitting there.

And not an adult, she's a little girl!

It's the little girl who was just about to play hide and seek with herself!

She covers "herself" eyes with her cold little hands, but her hands are translucent and cannot completely obstruct "herself" from viewing.

What the hell is this!

Ji Xiang was overwhelmed by infinite fear.

Not a nightmare, if it was, now I've been woken up.

"Myself" thought the same thing, and looked sideways at the left shoulder, but it was still empty.

His legs trembled, and he walked to the mirror like a walking corpse.

"I" lowered my head, wanting to see and being afraid to see two different emotions entangled and twisted.

I was afraid to look up and really see a girl in red clothes, bleeding from her seven orifices, and cold little hands sitting on her shoulders, covering her eyes with her miserable little white hands.

He struggled to contain his emotions and reluctantly looked up.

in the mirror

There is only her own figure, and there is no "imaginary" little girl at all.

but

Her left eye was hazy, the translucent hand was still covering her eye, and she was still playing games with herself.

"Myself" looked at the mirror in a daze, and Ji Xiang also looked at it in a daze, having forgotten the purpose of empathy.

This time, Ji Xiang really empathizes.

"Ah~~~"

A terrible scream pierced the night.

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