Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Just do it.

Jiuzhiche released his mental energy, immersing it completely in the book in his hands, while simultaneously releasing his spiritual senses, attempting to comprehend the meaning of the words.

This is a process that requires gradual adjustment to find the right balance.

Realizing the passage of time, at a certain moment—

boom--

Jiuzhiche's brain seemed to roar for a moment, as if he had been pulled into an infinite space.

The surrounding colors were indescribable, somewhat resembling the starry sky as understood by humans.

The words from that book hung in the air, their distorted lines gradually moving and straightening, revealing their truest form.

It's not the meaning of the words as understood by humans, it's...

"Neither is any particular language without meaning."

Jiu Zhiche murmured to himself.

This thing only becomes clear after digging deeper; it's the rule!

Something that humans cannot look at directly, cannot understand, cannot perceive, and cannot translate!

What is presented to humans is information that has been captured, filtered, and used for brainwashing!

Jiuzhiche's brain felt a little swollen, which was a sign of his mental energy being consumed and recovered at an extremely rapid pace.

[The progress of the "Spirit" template has been increased from 150% to 170%.]

The mental template, which was already approaching 160%, has jumped a level to 170%!

This shows how much energy was consumed in such a short period of time.

However, after the progress increased, Jiuzhiche's throbbing sensation in his brain eased considerably.

In summary, these distorted messages represent certain rules, but there's no need to interpret them because they have no inherent meaning.

"Choo choo~"

Jiuzhiche opened his eyes, his nose itchy, and grabbed the mischievous hand.

"We're not that close." He shook off Little J's hand.

Little J was holding a feather in his hand. He let go of it, and the feather fell to the ground and floated behind the seat. No one saw it. The feather just disappeared as if it had never existed.

"I thought we were friends." Little J sat down to the side, naturally putting her feet up on the table.

Today, she still sported a punk style outfit. Putting aside her appearance, her eye-catching style alone was enough to draw attention.

Jiuzhi Che merely glanced at her indifferently before continuing to read his book. "My friend wouldn't be so inconsiderate."

"Indeed—" Little J deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "There's no need for any tactful description, because the physical distance can be negative—"

"Smack."

Jiuzhi Che slammed the book he was reading onto the table, leaned back, and his relaxed expression faded. "You investigated me."

A subtle yet pervasive pressure quietly spread out, heavily enveloping the past.

Little J felt as if she were being stared at by some great terror, a crushing force from a higher power, which made her breathing slow down.

"Jiu Zhiche, a student at Yunshu University, does not hold any leadership positions in any school clubs, but your reputation is unparalleled in the university, to the point that you probably haven't even realized it yourself."

She tried to change her sitting position to relieve the pressure, but the pressure was still there. So, while talking, she took out a lollipop, slowly unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.

"So is it strange that I understand you?"

The pressure suddenly eased by more than half.

Jiuzhi Che raised an eyebrow and changed the subject, "What did you get out of the book?"

"It's boring; the whole thing is filled with brainwashing-like rhetoric."

It seems she has found a way to read books.

Little J twirled the lollipop a few times, her eyes sparkling, her gaze soft and alluring, fixed firmly on Jiu Zhiche.

"Starting tomorrow, you don't need to come here anymore."

Jiuzhiche remained unfazed, even though the other party's actions were full of hints. As a succubus, resisting temptation was a basic skill.

"Are you going to make a move?" Little J guessed instantly.

"That's not your concern."

Jiuzhi Che put the book back. The library is crowded every day, and people's understanding will be modified after reading it.

That is: everything written in the book is true, it is historical fact, not a fabricated story.

Jiuzhi Che had already tested this.

It's not cultural invasion anymore; it's the distortion of cultural perception.

"I read a lot of books every day, so I know a lot about these things."

A man was introducing books to a young girl and recommending which one she should read first.

Jiu Zhiche, who was about to make a move, paused and slowed down.

Little J stopped in her tracks, glanced at the man over there, and then crunched her lollipop in half.

What a coincidence!

The man appeared perfectly normal, yet his unique aura made him instantly recognizable.

Jiuzhiche walked over.

The man's voice trailed off, and he said to the girl, "Go and look at these two books first, I have something to do."

The girl nodded and went to find a book.

"Are you two looking for books?" The man adjusted his glasses. "I'm the librarian of the Ancient Library."

He wore a name tag on his chest: Shirasaki Goro.

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"Go to hell!"

Without warning, Jiu Zhiche made his move and succeeded in one strike!

Shirasaki Goro was pierced through the chest by a bone-piercing sword, and then a large amount of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, everyone in the library, including those who had come to read books before, all rolled their eyes back, collapsed to the ground, and foamed at the mouth.

They convulsed as if they were having an epileptic seizure. As they convulsed, their bodies underwent changes, twisting and turning, until only the whites of their eyes remained, and their bodies were completely jumbled into a chaotic mess.

Imagine the shape of a clay figure being kneaded and rolled until it's wrinkled.

Right before my eyes.

Little J watched these scenes with great interest, no longer pretending to be an ordinary person. "Their brains have been damaged by the shock."

Jiuzhi Che looked at the dejected Shirasaki Goro and a sense of foreboding crossed his mind.

"Heh heh, heh... You resort to violence without a second thought, as expected of you, Jiuzhiche."

As Shirasaki Goro spoke, he coughed up blood, and his eyes began to glaze over.

He was actually just like an ordinary person, very fragile.

"You're waiting for me to make my move," Jiu Zhiche said confidently.

No wonder Shirasaki Goro suddenly appeared.

"I can't choose to die, I can't ****"

"Thank you, I will be reborn in unparalleled glory!!!"

After saying that, Shirasaki Goro's body scattered into specks of light, and the entire library also dissipated, drifting to a more distant place.

Countless streams of light, invisible to ordinary people, streak across the sky, merging into nature.

The world is undergoing some obvious changes.

The hills grew wildly, while the trees and grass withered, replaced by hills with sharp, jagged rocks and strangely shaped trees and grass.

Seawater overflowed, and wherever it passed, people who touched it grew fish heads.

Some previously hidden oddities have appeared on the streets and alleys, and no one pays attention to them, as if they were nothing out of the ordinary.

Even as the monsters wantonly slaughtered humans, the humans were clapping and cheering, saying they were going to heaven.

"Human will is amazing; it can be changed at any time, making it a simple and efficient thing."

Goro Shirasaki is omnipresent; he can be the rules, the wind, the light, or anything at all.

He integrated into this world.

Therefore, when his voice appeared, it was like surround sound, echoing in Jiuzhiche's ears.

"Snapped!"