"Giggle, giggle, giggle!!"
Accompanied by an eerie scream, the head of the last of the Seven Lords was twisted off. Its body shuddered a few times, then collapsed to the ground and turned to dust, once again proving that the waves behind on the Yangtze River drive on those before, and that the waves before die on the beach. In the end, ancient legends still couldn't defeat a modern female ghost. There was always a higher mountain.
Even Xiao Qian couldn't beat Sadako.
"Phew..."
Only then did Duanmu Huai stand up and stretch his neck and limbs. He then saw the others standing not far away, watching him uneasily.
"X-Xiao Ai? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
Faced with Chitanda's question, Duanmu Huai waved his hand.
"I've more or less figured out the rules of this place."
"Huh?"
Everyone was startled by Duanmu Huai's answer. Duanmu Huai didn't keep his discovery to himself, quickly explaining what he had just realized.
"So...the monsters we've seen in this world aren't real ghosts, but monsters formed from the condensation of people's thoughts?"
Police Inspector Oyama furrowed his brows, rubbed his chin, and spoke.
"That's right. So the reason they attack us isn't because they have some deep grudge against us. It's simply part of their settings. In ghost stories, the purpose of these evil spirits is to kill people, so they come after us."
"How could this be..."
To be honest, after hearing Duanmu Huai's answer, everyone was left dumbfounded. They simply couldn't believe their ears. Frankly speaking, they would rather believe that these monsters were evil spirits with self-awareness than programs acting according to the collective mindset.
"In other words, we're currently in a world of the collective unconscious?"
Gyaru Ueda seemed to understand something instead, a flash of insight appearing in