Chapter 230: Cover Your Eyes and Guess Who I Am (Alliance)

Back home, "himself" locked "himself" in the room, staring foolishly at the mirror, eyes unblinking, terrified of missing anything.

Ji Xiang felt it silently; his shoulders seemed somewhat heavy, truly as if someone were sitting there.

But "himself" in the mirror looked somewhat haggard, while his shoulders were completely empty; nothing could be seen at all.

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

Peach Wood Sword

Fresh blood

Scratch marks

Everything felt like acting, which was the only thing that made sense.

But!

The physical discomfort, the left shoulder slightly lower, feeling heavy—that sensation of someone sitting there was intense.

Having experienced it personally, Ji Xiang could be certain these feelings were not hysteria or a Mental Illness, but a truly existing sensation.

What on earth was going on?

Could there really be a little girl sitting on his shoulder?

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang shivered.

Ji Xiang recalled what the System NPC had said to him when approaching the Empathy, and he felt somewhat lost.

What on earth was going on!

"Himself" seemed to have this question too; he hadn't been afraid of ghosts before, otherwise he wouldn't have sat in front of the mirror, staring foolishly at himself in the mirror, watching his left shoulder.

Not knowing how much time had passed, "himself" felt his eyes aching and raised his hand to rub them.

But just at this moment, a cold breeze blew across his neck, eerie and chilling, and Ji Xiang vaguely heard a sigh coming from the void.

The sound was not loud, yet it seemed to be whispering right in his ear.

The wind stirred up by the sigh was icy, penetrating to the bone, as if it were being drawn into his body.

Goosebumps broke out all over, and Ji Xiang felt the soles of his feet go cold.

What the hell kind of Empathy is this?!

If he hadn't experienced many diseases, Ji Xiang would have thought this was definitely a prank, an immersion into a horror movie.

"Himself" was also startled, nimbly jumping up and precisely diving into the quilt, shivering.

A grown man being scared into hiding under a quilt seemed somewhat ridiculous, but Ji Xiang felt it was deeply justified.

Sure enough, the quilt is a pact between humans and ghosts; once you dive into the quilt, you cannot be attacked.

His body gradually warmed up, and he wasn't as scared as before, but Ji Xiang could not for the life of him figure out what was going on.

In his fear, "himself" had no sleepiness at all, always feeling that a child was sitting at the head of the bed watching him.

But every time he looked over, he could see nothing at all.

This feeling was quite bad; Ji Xiang knew it wasn't right, but all the sensations were so real. After confirming it wasn't a Mental Illness, Ji Xiang felt a bit ashamed whenever he thought about discussing the diagnosis with Meng Qingfei or the System NPC.

However, shame couldn't withstand the feeling of horror, and Ji Xiang somewhat regretted coming to participate in this Empathy.

The sky turned faintly bright, and "himself" was too sleepy to keep his eyes open. Although he didn't want to sleep in his heart, he could not resist biological instinct.

"Himself" fell asleep without realizing it.

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

Since it wasn't a Mental Illness, could there really be an evil spirit?

If he could see the System Panel, Ji Xiang highly suspected his Spirit was being consumed in large amounts and was nearing exhaustion.

It was truly hard to endure; no wonder "himself's" complexion was so poor.

Between half-asleep and half-awake, a cold breeze blew by.

Behind his head, it was just like someone blowing air at his neck.

Chilling

Icy

"Himself" and Ji Xiang woke up instantly; at this very moment, even Ji Xiang was certain that someone was sitting behind him, blowing air at him.

"Giggle~"

An eerie laugh came.

It wasn't a hallucination, but real! Ji Xiang's whole body tensed up, but he could do nothing; "himself" was so scared that his mind went blank, and his body couldn't move.

Not knowing how much time passed, the laughter was intermittent, and the cold wind behind his neck also blew intermittently.

Ji Xiang didn't know why an image flashed through his mind: a little girl in bright red clothes sitting behind "himself," blowing at "himself's" neck as if playing, giggling from time to time, having a great time.

When he turned his head to the left, she dodged to the right; when he turned his head to the right, she dodged to the left.

The air in the bedroom solidified into ice, as if he were in an icehouse, and "himself" began to shiver.

His stiff muscles spasmed continuously, his upper and lower teeth clashing, the *da-da-da* sound breaking the silence.

"Himself" seemed to have quite a bit of courage, and he mustered his nerve to turn his head abruptly.

The little girl in red clothes with blood flowing from her seven orifices that he imagined did not exist; beside him, it was still a blank space.

Yet the giggling laughter and the cold air behind his neck continued to come intermittently.

Night fell, and darkness shrouded everything.

"Himself" sat up and waved his hand backward, wanting to grab the little girl there.

But he grabbed empty air; there was nothing.

"Big brother, play with me."

A voice from the void vaguely reached Ji Xiang's ears, and at the same time, a cold wind blew by.

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

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

The voice was shrill, carrying a sobbing tone.

"Guess who I am."

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

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

The white light became cold and eerie, without a hint of warmth.

There was a feeling of a very heavy object pressing on the left shoulder; it wasn't just a feeling, Ji Xiang could be certain that someone was indeed sitting there.

And it wasn't an adult, she was a little girl!

It was the same little girl who had just wanted to play hide-and-seek with "Self"!

She used her cold little hands to cover "Self's" eyes, but her hands were semi-transparent and could not completely obstruct "Self's" line of sight.

What the hell is this!

Ji Xiang was submerged in infinite fear.

It wasn't a nightmare; if it were, "Self" would have already been scared awake by now.

"Self" had the same thought, turning their head to look at the left shoulder, but it remained empty.

Legs trembling, "Self" walked to the Endoscope like a walking corpse.

"Self" lowered their head, two different emotions—wanting to look and being afraid to look—entangled and twisted together.

Afraid that if they looked up, they would really see a little girl wearing red clothes, bleeding from the seven orifices, with icy little hands sitting on their shoulder, her pale little hands covering their eyes.

He struggled to suppress his emotions and suddenly looked up.

In the Endoscope

there was only his own reflection; there was no little girl from that "imagination" at all.

But

the left eye was hazy; that semi-transparent hand was still covering the eye, and she was still playing a game with him.

"Self" stared blankly at the Endoscope, and Ji Xiang also stared blankly, having forgotten the purpose of the Empathy.

This time, Ji Xiang was truly experiencing Empathy.

"Ah~~~"

A shrill scream pierced the night sky.

(End of this chapter)