Healing Doctor

Chapter 230 Blindfolded, Let You Guess Who I Am (Bonus Chapter x4 for the Alliance Leader's Super Daddy)

Back home, "I" locked myself in my room and stared blankly at myself in the mirror, not blinking, as if afraid of missing something.

Ji Xiang silently felt the weight on his shoulders, as if a person were sitting on them.

But the "self" in the mirror looked somewhat haggard, and there was nothing on her shoulders; you couldn't see anything at all.

Frame by frame, the images flashed before Ji Xiang's eyes.

Peach wood sword

fresh blood

抓痕

It all seems like a staged performance, and that's the only explanation that makes sense.

but!

I felt unwell; my left shoulder felt slightly lower and heavy, like I was sitting alone.

Based on his personal experience, Ji Xiang can confirm that these feelings are not hysteria or a mental illness, but a real feeling.

What exactly happened?

Could it be that a little girl is actually sitting on his shoulders?

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang shuddered.

Ji Xiang recalled what the system NPC had said to him when they were about to empathize, and he felt somewhat confused.

What exactly happened?!

"Hisself" seemed to have the same question. He used to be unafraid of ghosts, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting in front of the mirror staring blankly at himself in the mirror, looking at his left shoulder.

After an unknown amount of time, "oneself" felt a little sore in the eyes and raised a hand to rub them.

Just then, a cool breeze blew across his neck, eerily, and Ji Xiang vaguely heard a sigh from the depths of the underworld.

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to be whispering in my ear.

The sigh brought a chilling wind that penetrated to the bone, as if it were being carried into the body.

Goosebumps rose all over his body, and Ji Xiang felt a chill on the soles of his feet.

What exactly is this supposed empathy?!

If he hadn't experienced many illnesses, Ji Xiang would have thought this was definitely a prank, or a scene from a horror movie.

"Myself" was also startled, nimbly jumped up, and precisely burrowed into the quilt, trembling.

It might seem ridiculous for grown men to be so frightened that they hid under the covers, but Ji Xiang took it very seriously.

As expected, the blanket is an agreement between humans and ghosts; once you crawl under the blanket, you can't attack.

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

In fear, "I" am unable to sleep at all, and always feel that there is a child sitting on the bedside watching me.

But every time I look over there, I can't see anything.

This feeling was quite unpleasant. Ji Xiang knew something was wrong, but the various feelings were so real. Once he confirmed that it wasn't a mental illness, Ji Xiang felt ashamed whenever he thought about telling Meng Qingfei or the system NPC about the diagnosis.

However, even he couldn't shake the feeling of horror, and Ji Xiang regretted coming to participate in this empathetic experience.

As dawn broke, "I" was so sleepy I could barely keep my eyes open. Although I didn't want to sleep, I couldn't resist my biological instincts.

"Oneself" fell asleep without realizing it.

Even though Ji Xiang knew it was impossible, he was still overwhelmed by fear, and his firm resolve began to waver.

Since it's not a mental illness, could it really be some kind of evil spirit?

If he could see the system panel, Ji Xiang would strongly suspect that his mental energy had been greatly depleted and was nearing exhaustion.

It was really tough, no wonder "myself" looked so bad.

Half asleep and half awake, a cool breeze blew by.

It felt like someone was blowing air into my neck from behind.

Cold

冰森

"Self" and Ji Xiang were instantly awakened. At this moment, even Ji Xiang was certain that there was someone sitting behind him, blowing air at him.

"Giggle~"

An eerie laugh rang out.

It wasn't a hallucination, it was real! Ji Xiang tensed up, but he couldn't do anything. His mind went blank with fear, and he couldn't move.

I don't know how much time passed, but the laughter came and went, and the cold wind blew intermittently from the back of my neck.

For some reason, an image flashed into Ji Xiang's mind: a little girl in a bright red dress sitting behind "himself," playfully blowing air into "himself's" neck, giggling and having a great time.

When I turn my head to the left, she dodges to the right; when I turn my head to the right, she dodges to the left.

The air in the bedroom froze into ice, as if one were in a freezer, and "oneself" began to shiver.

Stiff muscles spasmed incessantly, and the clattering of teeth broke the silence.

"Myself" seemed quite bold, suddenly turning around with great courage.

The little girl with blood flowing from her seven orifices and wearing red clothes that I had imagined did not exist; the area around me remained empty.

Meanwhile, the giggling laughter and the chill from behind my neck continued intermittently.

Night fell, and darkness enveloped everything.

"Self" sat up, waved his hand behind him, and tried to grab the little girl there.

But when they tried to grab it, they found nothing.

"Brother, play with me."

Ji Xiang faintly heard a voice from the darkness, and at the same time a cold wind blew by.

The wind wasn't strong, but it was unusually cold, as if the little girl speaking had no warmth at all.

"I'm not playing, don't look for me!" "Myself" suddenly shouted.

His voice was shrill and tearful.

"Guess who I am?"

A pair of small hands covered the eyes, but these hands seemed to be somewhere between solid and transparent. The eyes were covered, but it only affected the clarity of vision.

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

The white lights all seemed cold and eerie, devoid of any warmth.

Ji Xiang felt an extremely heavy weight pressing down on his left shoulder; it wasn't just a feeling, he was certain that someone was sitting there.

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

That's the little girl who just wanted to play hide-and-seek with me!

She covered "her" eyes with her cold little hands, but her hands were semi-transparent and could not completely block "her" vision.

What the hell is this?!

Ji Xiang was overwhelmed by boundless fear.

It wasn't a nightmare; if it were, I would have woken up in fright by now.

"Myself" had the same thought, turning his head to look at his left shoulder, but it was still empty.

With trembling legs, he walked to the mirror like a walking corpse.

"Self" lowered her head, torn between wanting to see and being afraid to see.

He was afraid that if he looked up, he would see a girl in a red dress, bleeding from all seven orifices, with cold little hands sitting on his shoulders, her pale little hands covering his eyes.

He struggled to control his emotions and suddenly looked up.

In the mirror

There was only his own shadow; the little girl he had "imagined" was nowhere to be seen.

but

Her left eye was blurry, and a translucent hand was still covering it; she was still playing a game with herself.

"Myself" stared blankly at the mirror, and Ji Xiang also stared blankly, having forgotten the purpose of coming to empathize.

This time, Ji Xiang truly empathized with him.

"Ah~~~"

A piercing scream shattered the night.

(End of this chapter)