Sorry, I'm the Urban Legend

Mysterious deaths plague a rural school, and bizarre rule-based horror games appear.

Monsters roam everywhere, all escape routes are sealed off, and the few survivors left clutch tarot cards predicting the order of their deaths, trembling as they fear becoming the next corpse.

But none of this has anything to do with Mo Busi.

You ask why?

Mo Busi: I’ll take that. The ghost you’re afraid of is me.

Mo Busi was a tyrant in life, and his reputation after death was even worse.

A white-clad female ghost with disheveled hair had just crawled out of a TV, ready to randomly kill a kid.

Mo Busi, pretending to be an ordinary person, hid behind the kids and smiled kindly. “Hey, sis! The signal’s good today, huh?”

Remembering how Mo Busi had smashed her TV to pieces with a mallet, the female ghost grabbed her TV and ran off in the middle of the night.

Go on, boss, keep playing. I’ll head to the next house.

A red-robed hanged ghost had just dropped down from the sky, noose in hand, when he ran straight into Mo Busi.

Mo Busi: Morning. Nice rope. What’s it for?

The hanged ghost remembered how Mo Busi had once tied him up and force-fed him dirt. He hurriedly climbed back up the rope.

Hanged Ghost: I’m just getting some early-morning exercise. Hanging helps your neck grow. You carry on, don’t mind me.

The survivors gathered together to discuss how the monsters had gotten so weak today.

The kind older girl checked on the newcomer, Mo Busi. “You weren’t too scared, were you? Don’t worry, we’ll protect you.”

Mo Busi pretended to sniffle. “Mm-hm. I’m so glad to have you all.”

Another day of protecting foolish humans.

There was a sharp-tongued jerk among the survivors. He had heart disease himself and got out of breath after just a few steps, yet he spent all day mocking Mo Busi, openly and behind his back, for being useless.

He’s pretty good-looking, but what a mouth on him.

Mo Busi thought.

Mo Busi pretended to be too scared to walk. The jerk sneered, “If you don’t need your legs, donate them to someone who does.”

Mo Busi fired back, “Even if you shut your mouth, no one will think you’re mute.”

But when those sharp lips kissed him with reverence and devotion, Mo Busi’s mind went blank. Dizzy and muddled, he thought:

I did tell you to shut up.

But I didn’t mean like this.

Xu Sheng × Mo Busi

A frail, sharp-tongued top × an amnesiac, tyrannical bottom

“In this endless cycle of death, I spent four lifetimes loving you.”

The title and synopsis may change before the story begins.

Theme: Oppose school bullying, starting with yourself.