After a short walk along the deserted road, Kamiyagawa sensed that something was wrong.

It's been going for about seven or eight minutes.

He hasn't even encountered a monster yet!

I think when I was in the flower bell trick school before, I experienced baby monsters like Xiqi Boy, but they were everywhere.

"Is it because the map is different, the situation is different? There are no mobs here? ”

Kamiyagawa thought so in his heart, but at the same time, the hand holding the firewood knife unconsciously tightened.

He always felt that something was wrong.

It seems that since just now, it is as if something has been following me from a distance and not close.

Kamiyagawa stopped and looked around.

In all directions, distorted trees and ghosts obscured most of the light.

"What's that?"

After looking around, Kamiyagawa did see something worth caring about.

In the dark shadows of the surrounding trees, there was a white mass of pestle about fifty paces away from him.

"What's that, a white plastic bag?"

What is in reality is generally found in the world of weird talk. So, it's not a strange thing to see white plastic bags here.

But soon, the conjecture that it might be a white plastic bag was rejected by Kamiyagawa.

The white mass seemed to move.

It's writhing.

Twisting and turning.

"Is it suddenly a lot closer to me?"

When Kamiyagawa reacted a little, the white cloud inexplicably became a little larger in his field of vision.

It's still writhing at a strange frequency.

Now the distance is only about forty paces.

"Scarecrow?"

It doesn't seem to be.

The white object does not look as "heavy" as the scarecrow, but more like a batch of white ayara, or white smoke, light and fluttering.

After a few more seconds, there were only thirty paces left.

The white object was writhing and writhing, and it didn't stop for a moment.

Weird, writhing around.

Twist and twist.

Whatever it was, a large white plastic bag, ayara, white smoke, anything, it shouldn't be writhing like this at the moment.

Because, there is no wind in the mountains and forests at all.

Kamiyagawa took on a self-manifesting dragonfly posture to meet the enemy, and he knew that he must have encountered something strange now.

Twenty steps.

The appearance of the white object is a little clearer.

It seems to have the outline of a human form, but it looks like a human and is not human.

Twist.

Writhing even harder!

At the same time, it is fast approaching!

Kamiyagawa kept his posture of swinging his sword, his eyes locked on this strange enemy.

However, in the end, he still didn't see what the white humanoid looked like.

Because when he was about ten steps away, Kamiyagawa's vision began to blur inexplicably, and everywhere he looked, there were all small white swirls of light.

Soon, the line of sight began to lose focus due to the distortion of these white points of light, and everything around them seemed to be writhing.

Constantly-

Twist and twist.

"Something is wrong, I haven't started the fight yet, I seem to be running out?"

Kamiyagawa's consciousness also began to fall into a trance, but there was still reason left.

He knew he might be planting.

The strange white figure seemed to have an incomprehensible ability.

But as an old immortal, Kamiyagawa did not have much turmoil in his heart in the face of the established death.

It's just that he never wanted to die in vain.

The rabbit is in a hurry and kicks the eagle.

His vision was distorted and his mind was in a trance, but Kamiyagawa's heart was ruthless.

Relying on the last bit of reason, he began to step towards the writhing white figure in his field of vision.

"Even if you die, I have to give you a knife to open your eyes!"

Flying steps over the distance, the blade splits the time.

Self-manifest flow, three feet to play!

The tip of the blood-stained knife slashed down sharply, a knife fast enough to cut through time with precision!

But the three-foot shot, but the palm holding the handle of the knife did not get the feedback of the hit.

This knife is hollow.

This is the first time Kamiyagawa has swung three feet into the air.

"This thing's speed is faster than my 'trace' time control?" This is the last thought in my mind that can take shape.

After hitting a three-foot fight, Kamiyagawa's physical strength was already exhausted. And because of the strange influence of the white object, the brain seems to be slowly rusting and can no longer function.

I can't think about it anymore.

Everything in the line of sight was writhing, and the blurry white figure had already been attached to the side.

Twist and twist.

Kamiyagawa was enveloped in a blanket of white, and his body began to twist violently, began to white, and began to become light and floating, pulling upwards, as light as a batch of white ayara, or white smoke.

In the end, he became like a man and an inhuman being.

Twisted.

Twist away.

Kamiyagawa disconnects......

……

In the cherry blossom forest, Kamiyagawa sat up as if he had woken up from a nightmare.

Gasping for air, his heart pounding.

After playing "Strange Tales of Things" for so long, except for the first few times, Kamiyagawa has rarely felt this level of fear when he "died".

"That thing is so weird." Kamiyagawa wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked down at the newly formed paper figure on the ground.

The death of the paper man was miserable.

The body was much elongated and twisted at the same time.

"Did I end up being like that?" Kamiyagawa was a little scared.

Luckily, it was in the game.

If I encounter that thing in reality, I don't know what to do.

Buzzing.

The phone vibrates.

[Encountering strange interviews and strange talks, writhing around.] ]

[The Atlas has been updated.] ]

[Strange Talk Name: Writhing and Twisting]

[Classification: D]

[Status: Strange Tales World]

[Visitation Progress: 16%]

(Once the progress reaches 100%, the Strange Tale can travel freely between the real world and the strange tale world according to its own wishes.) ）

"Sure enough, it's writhing around."

Wriggling, slightly comical country bizarre with a name.

Fame is not small.

In rural Japan, it is common to place scarecrows in the fields to drive away birds, and these scarecrows are made of straw and put on clothes that farmers do not want, and the texture is light, and the scarecrows will dance with the wind when it blows.

However, many people claim that when they are in the countryside, they will look at the endless farmland and see a mysterious white object writhing in the countryside in the distance, day and night, this object is not "heavy" with a scarecrow, but flutters in the wind like a batch of white silk or a wisp of white smoke.

Whenever someone heads towards this writhing object to get a look, no matter how far you go, the object always twists far ahead of you!

"D-class? Trouble.,And Hanako is on the same level.。 Kamiyagawa rubbed his temples.

This thing appears along abandoned roads, making it very risky for the new map to explore backwards.