The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 74 Urban Legend Part 7 ()

Bang! The copper coin broke, and the fragments splashed on Qian Xiaoyi's face, which hurt a little and also made his expression change drastically.

The slit-mouthed woman broke free from her restraints, opened her mouth and howled toward the sky. The sharp sound was so sharp that Qian Xiaoyi couldn't help but cover his ears with both hands and frowned.

As she screamed, a strong wind blew up, and the sound of the wind, accompanied by countless whispers, continued to gather towards the slit-mouthed woman. At this time, she had become the center of the hurricane, and the entire ghostland was shaking. Even if Qian Xiaoyi covered his ears, the sounds in the strong wind continued to flow into his ears.

"Have you ever heard of the Slit-Mouthed Woman..."

"My friend said he saw a slit-mouthed woman..."

"Do you know? Someone died in the school next door. His mouth was cut open before he died..."

"The Slit-Mouthed Woman..."

"Slit-mouthed woman, slit-mouthed woman, slit-mouthed woman, slit-mouthed woman, slit-mouthed woman, slit-mouthed woman, slit-mouthed woman..."

If an ordinary person were in this storm, he would have gone crazy out of fear. However, Qian Xiaoyi gritted his teeth and silently recited a spell to resist those whispers: "If your heart is as clear as ice, you won't be startled even if the sky falls..."

Those whispers almost became real in Qian Xiaoyi's vision. They transformed into Chinese characters that floated and twisted in the air, like a swarm of insects, rushing towards the monster in the center of the typhoon's eye and being completely absorbed by it.

"I... fuck!" Qian Xiaoyi gritted his teeth and cursed. Seeing this scene, he finally realized what he had overlooked. The slit-mouthed woman he was facing now was not an ordinary urban legend ghost, but the result of a rumor that had been spread continuously among countless people for several generations. She embodied the fear of so many people. There was no one in Japan who didn't know the legend of the slit-mouthed woman. This spread eventually created the monster in front of Qian Xiaoyi, and a monster of this level could not be eliminated by ordinary methods.

The hurricane soon stopped, and was replaced by absolute silence, which formed a sharp contrast with the situation just now. The ink lines that Qian Xiaoyi had originally drawn on the ground with the ink fountain line had now become distorted and blurred, just like a child's random graffiti on the ground.

And in the center, the Slit-Mouthed Woman has returned to her original appearance, but the pair of scissors in her hand are no longer the same length as a dagger, but sharp scissors like a long sword. Her red coat is now even brighter, and under the dim street lights, it looks as if it has been soaked in blood.

The slit-mouthed woman gracefully took off the mask on her face, revealing her terrifying big mouth.

"Am I beautiful?" The slit-mouthed woman laughed grimly.

"Sweet rain, cool!" Qian Xiaoyi spat, turned around and ran, reached into his bag and took out his compass, looking down as he ran.

The slit-mouthed woman chased after him with a wild laugh, the scissors in her hand opened and closed, making a chilling "snapping" sound. She was extremely fast and caught up with Qian Xiaoyi in a few moves. If Qian Xiaoyi hadn't suddenly stepped on his feet and used the secret of stepping on the Gang to dodge, he would have been killed in minutes.

After chasing each other for a while, Qian Xiaoyi stopped at an intersection, put his hands on his knees and gasped. Even a professional athlete would not be able to bear running like this.

"You can't escape." The slit-mouthed woman opened her mouth wide, revealing a cruel light in her eyes. She excitedly raised the scissors, walked towards Qian Xiaoyi, and said, "Become like me."

"Huh~" Qian Xiaoyi took a deep breath, glanced at the compass in his hand, raised his head and said slowly: "Who said... I was running away?"

The slit-mouthed woman paused, not because of Qian Xiaoyi's words, but because she seemed to hear some kind of sound approaching. A strong light appeared from behind her with the sound of brakes. The slit-mouthed woman looked back and saw a pair of dazzling headlights suddenly appear behind her, and she couldn't stop at all.

Bang! The slit-mouthed woman was hit by the car and flew into the air. After turning almost 360 degrees in the air, she fell heavily on her face, making a dull sound that was painful to hear.

"Brother Yi!" Inuyama Heita stuck his head out of the window beside the taxi. Ajian was also in the car, looking at this side nervously from the rear window, trembling and not daring to make a sound.

"You're just in time!" Qian Xiaoyi took out the ink fountain and pulled the ink line towards the woman with the slit mouth. The ink line rushed towards the woman with the slit mouth like a snake escaping from a hole, and tied her up tightly in a few strokes. Then, Qian Xiaoyi threw the other end of the ink line towards the rear bumper of the car, and the black cotton thread was automatically tied to it.

Qian Xiaoyi climbed onto the trunk of the car, half-knelt behind the car, and turned around and said, "Drive quickly!"

Inside the car, Inuyama Heita handed a stack of yellow paper money to the driver in the front seat and said, "Go! Drive faster!"

"Passengers, please... fasten your seat belts..." The driver took the paper money and said weakly.

Boom! The taxi made a loud engine noise and sped forward on the road. The woman with the slit mouth who was about to stand up was pulled down again by the huge force and dragged on the road by the car, constantly rubbing against the ground.

"Is that the Slit-mouthed Woman?" Inuyama Heita looked at the scene behind curiously in the car. Seeing the Slit-mouthed Woman being dragged on the ground by the taxi, he said, "It feels... like she looks very frustrated..."

Ken said nervously, "What nonsense are you talking about, Inuyama? Didn't you feel the oppressive aura just now? That guy is very strong! Too strong!"

"Ah, I know. I just mean it looks a bit rough." After being reminded, Inuyama Heita immediately remembered the palpitations he had experienced before. He was still far away at that time and couldn't imagine how much pressure Qian Xiaoyi would feel when he experienced that aura head-on.

Qian Xiaoyi was half-crouching on the trunk of the car, his coat rustling in the strong wind. He was calmly looking at the woman with the slit being dragged, thinking of a countermeasure in his mind.

The slit-mouthed woman who was being dragged also felt something at this time. She looked up in the direction of Qian Xiaoyi. She smiled sweetly. As the sound of cloth being torn rang out, a hand holding a pair of scissors cut her clothes from the inside of her coat and stretched out from the gap, followed by the second and third hands...

She held scissors in her densely packed hands. The Slit-Mouth Woman was like a giant centipede with countless legs. The scissors brought out sparks on the road, which gradually stabilized her and no longer rubbed against the road surface. Some arms grabbed the ink line that was dragging her, and pulled her forward towards the taxi.

Qian Xiaoyi watched the slit-mouthed woman approach indifferently without any movement. She got closer and closer to Qian Xiaoyi until she was one meter in front of him.

The slit-mouthed woman looked at Qian Xiaoyi tenderly and asked with a smile: "...Am I beautiful?"

“……” Qian Xiaoyi remained silent.

She opened her mouth wide, and a pair of hands holding sharp scissors extended from her big mouth and slowly approached Qian Xiaoyi. The hands moved gently, like the action of comforting a lover, and the sharp tip of the knife pierced Qian Xiaoyi's cheek.

(End of this chapter)