Free Web NovelZhuo Huang, is the Brazil War God's name in real life.
Not long after Pharaoh shouted downstairs at his house, he moved out of that villa complex with his family.
His family all said that a good environment was more conducive to his growth, and continuing to live there would only lead him to learn bad things from the Zhao family.
But...
They clearly thought Zhao Ke and Zhao Ming were both excellent children before! He had even felt inferior because his friend was the "child from another family" they spoke of.
Why did everything change within one or two years?
The Brazil War God felt he might know the reason; all these changes probably started because Zhao Ke was bullied at school, he saw it, but chose to remain silent.
He was afraid, afraid that he would become a target of those people's bullying, just like Zhao Ke.
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The night before heading to Shihekou Middle School.
The Brazil War God had just finished a game of soccer and returned to his dorm, opened his computer, and was about to play a couple of games with his roommate.
Just then, his phone suddenly vibrated. He took out his phone to take a look and immediately frowned deeply.
Pharaoh: "Brother Huang, my girlfriend has been a bit strange lately. I don't know why, but she suddenly suggested going to Shihekou Middle School to play a test of courage game. Do you think I should agree to her?"
Although the Brazil War God's family was willing to move just to prevent him from continuing contact with Zhao Ming, his contact with Zhao Ming never ceased.
They rarely met in reality but often communicated online.
At first, they were just analyzing the reason for Zhao Ke's disappearance and entered Shihekou Middle School several times without success.
Gradually, terms like Shihekou Middle School, Zhao Ke, and disappearance began to fade /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ from their conversations. Their topics returned to normal; they talked about life, worries, and how to pick up girls. Perhaps influenced by Zhao Ke's disappearance, they occasionally discussed urban legend incidents.
Staring at the phone screen in silence for a while, Zhuo Huang smiled and replied to Zhao Ming.
Brazil War God: "I think you're overthinking it. She might have just heard the name Shihekou Middle School somewhere occasionally and wants to go see it."
Pharaoh: "Is that really the case? I don't think things are that simple. I'm worried this might be related to my brother's disappearance?"
Brazil War God: "Oh! What's there to worry about? Are you scared? If you're really scared, I'll just go with you! If we can really find out the reason for that kid Zhao Ke's disappearance through this test of courage, wouldn't that be a good thing?"
Pharaoh: "Then I'll count on you." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Pharaoh invites you to join the 【Test of Courage Game】 chat group."
The Brazil War God and Pharaoh originally thought that this test of courage game would be the same as the previous times they went to Shihekou Middle School, where they would only see an empty, abandoned campus and wouldn't find anything special.
But this time, they were wrong. freewebnσvel.cøm
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It was unclear whether it was due to the mutual interference of the core bodies of urban legend from two different sources, or if the memories stored in half of the core body of the urban legend were simply incomplete.
The influences Lu Yibei saw began to become chaotic. She felt like the character she was playing was sometimes Pharaoh, sometimes the Brazil War God, and sometimes a mix of both their personalities.
Then...
The dream became clear for the last time.
Thus, she saw the scenes just before Pharaoh and the Brazil War God died.
...
In the dimly lit stairwell, a tall, slender, pale figure wrapped its arms around the Brazil War God's body.
Even from a great distance, Lu Yibei could feel the pain emanating from the body. The pain seemed alive, drilling into her mind, vivid and bone-chilling.
Under that malicious embrace, the Brazil War God struggled desperately, his eyes gradually becoming hollow and vacant. Suddenly, his muscles tensed all over, and then his limbs went limp and hung down.
In the instant his life gradually faded, he saw Zhao Ke's figure in the corner of the empty hallway, quietly watching him with intense malice in his eyes, standing by, just as he had stood by and watched Zhao Ke being bullied back then.
"Y-Yes, I'm sorry..." The Brazil War God said this with the last ounce of strength in his life.
...
Amidst a light sound, Pharaoh carried the blood-soaked Brazil War God into a room on his back.
On the floor of that room, whose four walls were covered with grayish-white soft leather, lay scattered some dirty dolls.
Pharaoh placed the Brazil War God on top of those dolls and said to him in a very low voice, "Brother, you rest well for a bit. We'll talk about anything else when we get back."
He paused, then continued, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for getting you involved, but I really wanted to know the reason for my brother's disappearance..."
Hearing this, a sinister smile suddenly flashed across the Brazil War God's face. He sat up, leaned close to Pharaoh's ear, and a familiar voice came from his mouth—it was the voice of his brother from memory.
"You'll know soon. He's inside my body. Do you want to see him?"
Pharaoh was stunned for a moment, then as if remembering something, he quickly turned around, wanting to shout outside the door.
Just then, a fair and slender hand vaguely reached out from the darkness and slammed the door shut with a "Bang!".
A putrid smell surged from behind him. He abruptly turned around, but before he could see what was behind him, he was swarmed by the dolls and his body was torn to shreds.
Blood gradually soaked into those dolls. In a trance, Pharaoh heard whispers coming from within the dolls.
"Did you see me?"
"You shouldn't have come, my dear, foolish brother..."
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In the dimly lit living room, Lu Yibei stared blankly at the ceiling, her consciousness seemingly still lingering in that terrifying time at Shihekou Middle School.
After devouring almost an entire core body of a Strange Tale at once, she finally noticed that her body was starting to feel abnormal.
Her head throbbed with sharp pain. The memories belonging to those four people lingered in her mind, making it difficult for her to distinguish between reality and dreams for a moment. Her thoughts were like a tangled mess.
It was almost as if someone had forcibly cracked open her head and stuffed in four fragmented personalities and four sets of unfamiliar memories spanning nearly twenty years.
Sometimes she clearly recognized herself as Lu Yibei, sometimes she vaguely felt she was Yun Meng or Liang Yue, and sometimes she felt she was the poor young man who had been searching for his brother.
This feeling was as if she had been cursed by their lingering spirits.
It made her feel terrible.
If it were just the influence of Pharaoh or the Brazil War God, wanting to smoke a cigarette or two, or wanting to finish that promised soccer game would be one thing.
But she, feeling like a dignified seven-foot man, always vaguely felt she had a boyfriend, or felt an urge to go to a dance studio, put on a ballet skirt, and dance Swan Lake.
What the hell kind of thing is this?
Is this the side effect of devouring the core body of a Strange Tale?
Thinking this, Lu Yibei couldn't help but look at the remaining three halves of the core bodies of urban legend in the suitcase, and a wave of worry and doubt rose in her heart.
Although her body was still constantly emitting a craving, her rationality told her that she couldn't devour any more. If she continued to devour, she would probably go crazy on the spot and completely break down.
Yes, split as in personality split!
