The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 71 Urban Legend Part 4 ()

Teenagers are always rebellious.

Not long after their carefree childhood ended, they entered a new environment. As their thoughts and horizons broadened, they gradually awakened to self-awareness. This was the first time they clearly felt their own existence, and in order to maintain this existence, teenagers would instinctively distinguish themselves from others, thinking themselves different. Therefore, they would have the illusion that "everyone is drunk but I am sober". At this time, they would become sensitive in order to protect their status. As long as they feel offended, their emotions would instantly rise, and no matter how reasonable the suggestions were, they would subconsciously act in the opposite direction.

Sato is like this now. He walks on the deserted street, muttering with disdain: "Kawasaki is such an idiot. He was deceived so many times but he still fell for it. He actually believed in that guy who looks unreliable. How can he be a Taoist priest? He said he can protect us? Ridiculous. If we really encounter something, he..."

He complained all the way, and suddenly thinking of this, Sato was reminded by the words in his own words "If something really happens...", it seems that he is now... going to look for the slit-mouthed woman?

Sato remembered his purpose and his brain, which had been heated up due to his impulsiveness, gradually calmed down. He looked around and seemed to have walked into a strange place without paying attention. People in unfamiliar environments, especially in dimly lit places, always feel a sense of fear, and Sato is no exception. He subconsciously wanted to go back, but as soon as this idea came up, the young man's self-esteem made him start to refute himself. Although no one blamed him, he could imagine himself going back in disgrace within the specified time, and then others looking at him with contempt.

"Tsk~ What a bullshit slit-mouthed woman, she doesn't exist at all." Sato continued to walk deeper into the street, muttering to himself, "No one before me has encountered her, so it's impossible that I will?" "Hmph, urban legends and the like, too childish, impossible, impossible." He kept comforting himself and giving himself courage.

But as we all know, if you deliberately prevent someone from imagining something, the image of that thing will immediately appear in that person's mind and will be hard to get rid of. This is the case now. The more he comforts himself, the clearer the information about the slit-mouthed woman becomes in Sato's mind. Unconsciously, a layer of fine beads of sweat appears on his head, and the surrounding scene becomes more and more distorted in his eyes, as if the slit-mouthed woman is hiding in a dark corner.

"Forget it... let's go back." After walking for a while, Sato felt that he was getting further and further away. In such an unfamiliar place, if he continued walking, he might get lost. Besides, time was almost up. If he just went back like this, no one would say anything and he could also brag about his courage.

Thinking of this, he stopped walking, turned around, looked at the empty street and walked back.

But as he walked, Sato discovered a big problem - he seemed to be really lost, but he had only turned once in this area.

He seemed to doubt whether he had taken the wrong road. The dim street lights and the corner seemed to be cast in the same mold. Even if he kept going forward, he could not reach the main road. He ran back, but was not sure which way he came from.

"By the way, I can still make calls." Sato took out his mobile phone and dialed Kawasaki's number. However, the message "out of service area" displayed on the screen made him feel disappointed.

"You must be kidding!" Sato was really anxious now. He said angrily, "We are right in Tokyo, how could there be no signal? This phone is too bad!"

Sato looked around and didn't see any pedestrians on the street, so he ran to a residential yard on the side of the road, knocked on the door and shouted, "Um, is anyone there? Is anyone home?"

He had just taken a few shots when he noticed something was wrong. The house was clearly lit, but there was no sound coming from inside, and there was no smell of fireworks. He took a step back and looked at the crack below the door. Under the light of the house, there was a shadow in the middle of the crack. This meant...

——There is someone behind the door! He clearly didn't hear any footsteps, but the shadow was already here. Sato thought of a terrifying possibility, that is, when he knocked on the door, the other party was already waiting behind the door.

Why? Why did the other party seem to know I was coming? Why didn't he make a sound behind the door? A strange sense of fear enveloped Sato. He turned around and ran outside desperately, running along the main road. He felt that as long as he kept running, he would be able to get out of this strange area. But just halfway through, a fork in the road appeared in front of him, forcing him to choose a direction to continue running. Sato, who was panicking, didn't dare to stop at all. However, this was just the beginning of a nightmare. He was clearly running in one direction, but he always managed to go back to where he was just now, which made him a little desperate.

So he changed direction. This time he was luckier. Not long after he walked, he saw a pedestrian on the street corner. This was the first passerby he met here. Sato rushed up as if he saw hope. He stopped the pedestrian and asked breathlessly: "Um, please wait a moment... I want to ask how to get to the station..."

But the next moment, Sato was stunned. The pedestrian in front of him had his back to him, so he couldn't see her face clearly, but he could tell from her long hair that she was a woman. She was wearing a red coat, which was very inappropriate. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and although she still had to wear a coat at night, wearing a coat? That was too exaggerated. So Sato naturally thought of that name.

——The woman with the slit mouth.

The passerby slowly turned around. She was wearing a mask, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, but Sato only felt his hands and feet were cold. After the other party said the first sentence, his blood seemed to freeze.

"Am I beautiful?" she asked.

"Ordinary...ordinary..." Sato replied with chattering teeth. After all, he was a member of the supernatural club and was very familiar with urban legends. It was said that no matter whether the answer was beautiful or ugly, it would anger the other party, but if he answered the slit-mouthed woman like this, she would let the target go.

"Well, how about this?" The slit-mouthed woman nodded, then reached out and took off her mask.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!!!" Sato staggered backwards and sat down on the ground. He looked at the woman's face in horror and wanted to get up and run away, but his hands and feet were completely out of control.

A horrible wound opened along the corner of the slit-mouthed woman's mouth. In the bloody and blurred wound were sharp interlaced fangs. Drops of blood flowed down along the corner of the slit-mouthed woman's mouth, and a pair of sharp scissors appeared in the slit-mouthed woman's hand.

"Well, how about this?" The Slit-Mouthed Woman slowly approached him and repeated the question.

"Pu... Pupu ah ah!!!" Sato was about to cry. His voice was hoarse from fear. He made a strange sound but couldn't utter a complete sentence. He reached into his pocket, where he had prepared the hairspray. It was said that the slit-mouthed woman was afraid of the smell of hairspray! But his hands were shaking so badly that as soon as he took out the box of hairspray, it fell to the ground and rolled away.

"It seems that you are afraid of my appearance." The slit-mouthed woman raised the scissors: "If you become like me, you won't have to be afraid."

"Ah! Ahhhhh!!!" Sato shouted in despair as he watched the box rolling away.

"Stop yelling! Shut up!" A man's voice came from behind Sato.

(End of this chapter)