Tokyo: I was tricked into marrying a yandere ghost

"No, stop hitting him..."

"I know I was wrong, please let me go, please stop hitting me."

Yuji Noguchi curled up on the ground, begging for mercy incoherently.

He never expected Kiyokawa Kiri to be so ruthless. He looked like a young high school student, but he really intended to kill someone.

You should know that Yuji Noguchi had been beaten up a lot before, and he had long since figured out what was deadly and what was not.

Those who ask him to pay off his debts usually don't aim for vital areas, since how can he pay them back if he dies?

But Kiyokawa Kirito was clearly different; every kick he made was aimed at the weakest point.

Noguchi Yuji was kicked a few times, but he immediately coughed up blood and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Even on the ground, there was a puddle of foul-smelling liquid that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Please, let me go..."

Yuji Noguchi pleaded intermittently, but when he saw Kiyokawa Kiri stop and look at him with disgust, he felt a glimmer of hope for survival and desperately shouted, "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

"I will find a way to return the money to Asagiri Yuuko, please spare my life."

"I...I promise...I promise I'll never appear in front of Asagiri Yuuko again. Oh...right, you like Asagiri Yuuko, right? If you want me to help you, I can try to find a way!"

Watching Noguchi Yuji desperately trying to survive, only to inadvertently reveal an even uglier side of himself.

Kiyokawa Kiri's gaze finally turned completely cold.

It's a waste of time to say another word or lay a hand on such scum.

He wasn't going to play along anymore.

"It's too late. Some people don't deserve to be forgiven."

He said a few words in a low voice.

Then, under Yuji Noguchi's increasingly fearful gaze, he slowly took a few steps back.

However, just as Kiyokawa Kiri was about to summon Bloody Mary to devour Noguchi Yuji, the streetlights in the distance flickered again, and the entire street seemed to be shrouded in an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

This familiar feeling made Kiyokawa Kirito stop raising his left hand again.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the street to his left, only to see the streetlights being squeezed and burst under the invisible spiritual pressure.

Bang times——

The light bulb that suddenly exploded seemed to foreshadow some ominous sign.

Kiyokawa Kiri's expression slowly turned serious, as if he had sensed something... something was wrong, very wrong. He hadn't even called Miss Mary out yet, so what was this spiritual pressure all about?

In that brief moment of distraction and hesitation, Yuji Noguchi suddenly jumped up, intending to run away.

But the next moment, a sinister female voice rang in their ears simultaneously:

"Am I... am I beautiful?"

The surrounding temperature instantly dropped to zero, and Kiyokawa Kiri's pupils contracted sharply, but even faster than him was Omi Kin in his mind.

[Behind you!]

Kiyokawa Kirito turned around abruptly and saw a woman with long hair wearing a mask standing not far behind him. The woman was holding a rusty pair of scissors and had extremely empty and cold eyes staring straight at him.

"Wh...what is that? Don't come any closer!!"

Yuji Noguchi seemed to have seen a ghost and immediately let out a piercing scream.

However, his wrong answer seemed to anger the masked woman not far away.

Although they couldn't see each other's true appearance, the astonishing resentment seemed to solidify into a tangible form, and the murderous intent surged wildly towards the two of them—without hesitation, the other party raised his hand and pointed the rusty scissors at Noguchi Yuji, and with each opening and closing, there seemed to be the sound of something shattering.

Kiyokawa Kiri heard it perfectly clearly.

Not only could he hear it clearly, but he also saw it: Yuji Noguchi's entire face had been cut in half.

The cut was incredibly smooth; half of the other person's head slid off uncontrollably and crashed to the ground, looking like a slice of human flesh from a watermelon—it was both grotesque and disgusting...

"I've won the lottery!"

Kiyokawa Kiri's eye twitched slightly.

He vaguely guessed the true identity of the strange tale before him.

But how could I be so unlucky as to be targeted by the other party?

Do you think I'm beautiful?

The masked woman seemed unsatisfied after killing the insolent Noguchi Yuji.

She slowly walked towards Kiyokawa Kiri, staring intently at Kiyokawa Kiri, as if to prevent her from escaping.

As she drew closer, Kiyokawa Kiri's expression grew increasingly grim, and he became more certain that this must be the "Slit-Mouthed Woman" from Japanese urban legends—the image was a perfect match...

Whether you praise or criticize the other person, you will be killed.

Even if she doesn't speak, the Slit-Mouthed Woman will still kill once her patience runs out.

Among all the ghost stories, the Slit-Mouthed Woman is the kind of vengeful ghost that is completely unreasonable and will kill people no matter what they say or do.

Fortunately...

The Slit-Mouthed Woman doesn't have any particularly strong abilities. The ghost stories about her only involve her asking others if she's pretty... and then killing people.

Is this the first time I've ever dealt with a ghost story?

Kiyokawa Kiri took a slow breath and looked at the slit-mouthed woman who was almost in front of him. His heart suddenly calmed down.

"Well, she's not my type..."

He replied casually, but his eyes were fixed on the scissors in the other person's hand.

This question seemed to have stunned the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Her body swayed slightly, seemingly angered by the handsome young man in front of her who was so charming yet looked down on her.

As the surrounding spiritual pressure suddenly increased, the slit-mouthed woman's black hair whipped up, and she roared, "Then die!"

The moment she finished speaking, the scissors she was holding suddenly snapped open.

Kiyokawa Kirito abruptly raised his hand and cried out urgently, "Mama..."

Before he could finish speaking, Miss Mary, who had already sensed something was wrong, rushed out from her left hand without hesitation.

The crimson light expanded instantly, and the air around them, which seemed to have solidified into gel, was forcibly shattered. Before the slit-mouthed woman could react, she was hit by the red light and flew backward rapidly towards another part of the street.

Seeing this, Kiyokawa Kiri breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could react, the world in front of him suddenly went dark.

"Miss Mary?"

Kiyokawa was immediately startled.

No, this isn't ordinary darkness. I can't see anything at all; it's as if my eyes have suddenly disappeared.

Is this the Slit-Mouthed Woman's ability?

How come he doesn't remember the Slit-Mouthed Woman having this ability?

Kiyokawa Kiri's muscles were tense, and he dared not let his guard down. He could only vaguely feel two spiritual pressures erupting in front of him, guessing that they were caused by Bloody Mary and the Slit-Mouthed Woman, but his sudden plunge into darkness was clearly abnormal.

Just as Kiyokawa was concentrating intently, he heard what sounded like an aluminum can being thrown at his feet.

Then came a hissing sound, and a pungent, unpleasant odor completely enveloped him.