Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle.

Improvement comes under pressure.

However, the slight increase in mental strength is still far from enough to address the current situation.

Unable to fight back or escape, Jiu Zhiche began to wonder if he would die in his dream.

Logically speaking, if templates like "purification" exist in dreams, then "immortality" should also exist.

Just as Jiuzhi Che was pondering, "Kayako" appeared in front of him, and she was about to make her move!

Jiu Zhiche didn't even see how she got there. By the time he realized she was there, a hand was already inside his body.

Without tearing flesh apart, it simply pierced through the wall.

A cold, icy hand gripped his heart.

"Boom."

The organ bursting didn't make a loud sound; this was a sound that Jiu Zhiche added in his mind.

His body involuntarily flinched; the pain was transmitted to his brain in just one millisecond.

Jiuzhi Che suddenly grabbed the hand that "Kayako" had plunged into his chest, "Purify!!!"

The low growl, imbued with anger and pain, seemed to have a slightly better effect.

Kayako took a small step back and withdrew her hand.

Jiu Zhiche did not die; the pain in his chest even briefly masked the feeling of mental exhaustion.

"Purify!"

He used Purify once more.

Use it until you die, as long as it doesn't kill you!

"Om——"

A buzzing sound filled his brain, and his spirit was almost exhausted, yet Jiu Zhiche's eyes revealed a strong determination and a sense of desperate determination to fight to the bitter end.

Kayako's figure flickered slightly.

Jiuzhiche saw it; although it was very slight, it was still progress, wasn't it?

He had no strength left.

So this is what it feels like to be unable to die, yet extremely weak.

He plopped down on the ground and leaned against the wall next to the stairs.

My chest felt empty, and blood was still flowing, drop by drop.

Jiuzhiche had never suffered such a serious injury in reality, especially with his mental energy exhausted. It was as if his brain had left him and no longer belonged to him; he had no brain.

For about two seconds, Jiuzhiche's mind went completely blank.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy within his body.

It's very faint, but it's definitely there.

Self-healing.

Two words popped up.

The body has its own self-healing ability! Everyone has it!

While it's impossible for a normal person to heal themselves after having their heart emptied, Jiuzhiche is immortal and possesses this kind of bugged ability, so having self-healing isn't that exaggerated!

Given enough time, his heart might be able to grow back!

If he also has the "full health" template, then he won't have to worry about getting injured!

"Full Health": Greatly enhances Qi and blood, and improves physical strength, self-healing ability, and other aspects.

In the few seconds that Jiuzhiche was lost in thought, "Kayako" floated over again. This time, her long hair fell silently, spreading out on the ground and surging towards Jiuzhiche.

"Looks like I'm going to get to experience the classic hair-strangulation technique."

Jiuzhiche roused himself, preparing to exhaust himself once more and unleash another purification!

Just as the long hair was wrapping around his ankle, his other hand suddenly reached behind "Kayako's" neck and grabbed her tightly.

A face was slowly emerging from behind Kayako's face.

The face wasn't fully revealed; only half of the eye was visible.

Just then, their eyes met.

In Chapter 55, I saw Kayako and Kayako fighting.

"???"

Jiu Zhiche was puzzled, and Jiu Zhiche was shocked.

No, wait, how come there's another Kayako!

The newcomer Kayako grabbed Kayako by the neck and pulled upwards slightly, tearing Kayako's head off.

Immediately afterwards, Kayako manipulated her hair to surge towards the other person. New Kayako's hair surged out from behind and on the sides, layer upon layer, covering Kayako's hair like ocean waves.

Jiuzhiche watched helplessly as the newcomer tore the old apart, shredded it, separated its limbs, and turned it into countless fragments that floated in the air for a moment before disappearing without a trace.

Wow!

But he remembered watching Sadako vs. Kayako, not Kayako vs. Kayako!

"Da da da—"

A small figure ran past behind.

Jiuzhiche was speechless. Was Junxiong, that brat, planning to scare people?

Kayako's hair flew out at supersonic speed, pulling Toshio in front of her.

It's the same old trick again.

It ripped off its head, tore it apart like paper, and pulverized its entire body.

Like his ex-mother, the brat was annihilated in the blink of an eye.

Kayako appeared in a flash, standing a step away from Jiuzhi Che.

Jiuzhiche's pain had somewhat numbed him, and he looked at her calmly.

I was quite surprised at first.

But anything can happen in dreams, so he wouldn't be surprised if another Kayako group appeared.

Kayako “looked” at him.

To be precise, his eyes were directed in Jiuzhiche's direction.

It's strange that the new Kayako could tear the old one apart with her bare hands, so she should be even more powerful. But when Jiuzhi Che looked at her, he felt that she didn't have that much resentment. At least, looking at her didn't affect his mind.

Anyway, he would either wake up or be tortured until he woke up, so Jiuzhiche was too lazy to struggle. However, he had to vent his anger and then use his last bit of strength to purify!

When pushed to the limit, mental strength can increase!

I don't know if it can be realized in reality, but I should try anyway. Life is always full of exploration, isn't it?

Jiu Zhiche's lips twitched slightly: "Honey, if I had told you you were this powerful after you died, I wouldn't have abused you."

He put himself into the role he was playing in his dream, and although his speech was weak, there was a hint of teasing in his tone.

"You've become too domineering since you became a ghost. I didn't object to you wanting to be on top, but you insisted on using violence. Violence will break up families and children will lack manners..."

Jiuzhi Che muttered to himself, his mind still suffering from some aftereffects; sometimes he didn't even know what he was saying.

I have to say, this dream was so damn real.

She's getting closer.

The last thing Jiu Zhiche saw was a pale face, hair that stretched as far as the eye could see, and the last ray of light was blocked out. His world was plunged into darkness.

What was posted here?

It's cool.

It has no taste.

Something crawled in, wandering inside the gaping wound in the chest.

It doesn't hurt.

But it's uncomfortable.

Jiuzhiche subconsciously tried to push him away, but he couldn't because he didn't have the strength.

He just passively endured it.

The thing inside his chest was moving; something resembling teeth seemed to be gnawing at him, leaving him with a series of strange and indescribable sensations.

"Damn it! Stop chewing!"

Jiuzhiche pushed hard, and bumped into something.

"thump--"

Jiu Zhiche opened his eyes, the doubt still lingering in them, when he heard a voice call out "Jiu Zhiche".

Tomie stood up, rubbing her back, and glared at him angrily: "Why did you push me so hard! Did you want to kill me?!"

Just now, I felt a tightness in my chest because Tomie was on top of me. I breathed a sigh of relief: "I just had a nightmare, and it was you. You were sleeping soundly on the floor, and then you came up here and took my spot."

"So what! The ground is too hard! I can't sleep!" Tomie said matter-of-factly, even continuing to blame, "It's all your fault, I won't be able to sleep later, you'd better figure something out!"

"It's already dawn, don't sleep."

Tomie wanted to argue, but seeing that Kyuichi Che's expression wasn't good, she hesitated for a moment and decided not to continue. She asked, "Is it the curse of Changmeng?"

"Okay, I'll figure out a way to solve it. You just need to do what you need to do for now."

After washing up, Jiuzhiche felt a little better.

The feeling of being completely drained of mental energy in the dream was somewhat less intense in reality, but it was still very uncomfortable. The feeling of having a tangled mess of yarn stuffed into an empty head was an indescribable pain.

The only consolation was that he could feel his mental strength had improved a little.