In Tokyo, the dungeon master

Sato squinted his bloodshot eyes, his gaze sweeping across the alley, a malicious smile playing on his lips. He deliberately slowed his steps, like a wild dog searching for prey, greedily sniffing out any possible opportunities in the air.

The haze of his hangover made him even more unrestrained. The despicable nature that was usually suppressed by social rules was now completely exposed in this deserted alley.

Just as he turned a corner, preparing to walk into the deeper alley, a figure came into his view.

The streetlights at the alley entrance were still on, casting a dim yellow light. A woman stood there with her back to him, her figure tall and voluptuous. Her long trench coat accentuated her alluring figure, and her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying gently in the morning breeze. Tiny droplets of mist clung to the ends of her hair, making her appear exceptionally beautiful.

It's just that I might not be thinking clearly, but I always feel that this woman's height seems a bit off.

Forget it, kill the tall ones anyway.

She lowered her head slightly, seemingly tidying something. The hem of her trench coat draped over the stone slab, outlining smooth lines. Just her back view was enough to warm Sato's heart, and all his headaches instantly disappeared.

"Lucky me." Sato chuckled to himself, his steps becoming even lighter, his eyes practically overflowing with greed.

The other person possessed a bewitching charm that caused his already limited rationality to vanish, making it almost impossible for him to think clearly.

He subconsciously felt that this woman must have drunk too much, or been abandoned here, or perhaps she was a prostitute who couldn't find work all night because of her amazing figure. Although it wasn't as convenient as picking up corpses, she was still the prey he was looking for.

He cleared his throat, deliberately adopting a gentle tone, but with a hint of flirtatious probing, and approached step by step: "Miss, are you alone? Have you had too much to drink? Would you like me to take you home?"

The woman did not respond, remaining in the same position, standing there motionless, as if she had not heard him.

The alley was eerily quiet, with only Sato's footsteps and heavy breathing. The morning mist seemed to have thickened, blurring the woman's figure. A strange chill filled the air, quite different from the damp cold of the morning, a bone-chilling cold that made Sato shiver inexplicably.

But the base desires and the other person's bewitching charm quickly overwhelmed that strange fear.

Sato assumed the woman's silence was due to shyness or intoxication, which emboldened him. He reached out to pat her shoulder... but upon closer inspection, he realized she was taller than he had imagined, and he almost couldn't reach her shoulder...

Well, it's done now, so it doesn't matter to the giantess. He'll just have to suffer a little; that back view is too alluring. He's never been with such a special woman before.

"Don't be shy, I'm not a bad person..."

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the woman's trench coat, she slowly turned around.

Sato's hand froze in mid-air, his flippancy and greed instantly replaced by disbelief and terror.

The woman wore a white medical mask, revealing only her eyes, which were devoid of any light, as black as a bottomless, icy pool, devoid of any warmth, staring intently at him as if he were an inanimate object.

Her long hair covered most of her face, revealing only her taut jawline. Her aura was cold and eerie, a stark contrast to the captivating figure from just moments before.

Sato's heart clenched, a chill ran from his feet to the top of his head, and the haze of his hangover was instantly jolted away.

He instinctively took a step back, his throat tightened, and he wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't make a sound; only his teeth were chattering.

He vaguely recalled the long-standing urban legend of Tokyo—the Slit-Mouthed Woman, the monster with disheveled hair, a mask, and a mouth that split to her ears, the ghost story that asks people "Am I pretty?" and then takes their lives.

Speaking of which, this woman's height is also unusual, it's beyond the range of normal people. How come I didn't think about it that much in my moment of impulse...

The woman slowly raised her hand, her fingertips slender and pale, her nails tinged with an eerie blue, like the nails of a monster.

She slowly reached for her mask.

Sato's eyes widened in terror, his pupils contracting. He tried to turn and run away, but found his legs as heavy as lead, unable to move an inch. He could only watch helplessly as the woman moved.

The mask was slowly removed, revealing a hideous face underneath—a face that had been brutally ripped apart, with the corner of the mouth split from the ear all the way to the chin.

A hoarse and eerie voice emanated from the throat of the Eight-Foot Slit-Mouthed Woman in the Fusion Ghost Tale, slowly drifting into Sato's ears, carrying a chilling aura: "Am I... pretty?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she paused, her fingertips gently tracing the crack at the corner of her mouth, and added, her tone carrying a strange mix of expectation and threat—the classic line most widely circulated in the alleys of Tokyo: "If you say it's pretty, I'll cut a crack just like mine for you."

Classic, so classic.

These old-fashioned urban legends are actually true!

These words struck like a thunderbolt, completely shattering Sato's last psychological defenses.

Unable to contain his fear any longer, his legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. His pants were instantly soaked with cold sweat and urine, and a foul odor filled the alley—he had wet himself in fear.

His past despicable arrogance had transformed into utter terror. He trembled violently, like a frightened mouse, clutching his head tightly with both hands, uttering piercing cries: "No...not pretty! Please, let me go! I was wrong, I'll never do it again!"

He begged for mercy incoherently, his body constantly curling up, trying to hide behind the wall, but he couldn't move at all.

The slit-mouthed woman stood there silently, her dark eyes fixed on him. The slit at the corner of her mouth seemed to widen further, revealing more ferocious teeth. A strange, mocking laugh emanated from her throat, a laugh filled with sarcasm and violence, as if she were mocking his cowardice and despicable nature.

Then, she repeated that chilling classic line, her tone icy and devoid of any warmth: "You still haven't properly answered me, am I... pretty?"

Sato watched as the slit-mouthed woman approached him step by step. He desperately crawled backward, crying and shouting incessantly, his tears and snot mixed together, making him look utterly pathetic.

Suddenly she started yelling, "You wretch! You ugly freak! I told you you're not pretty! Get out of here!"

It's basically like going down into a dungeon and being overwhelmed, then experiencing a violent outburst.

The slit-mouthed woman stopped and looked down at him, her lifeless eyes showing no pity whatsoever.

She slowly raised her hand, and suddenly sharp nails grew from her fingertips, gleaming with a cold, icy light.

Combining the characteristics of the Eight-Foot Lady, she can cut her face without scissors, and of course, she can also cut her head.

Sato's crying stopped abruptly. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the slit-mouthed woman's fingernails slashed towards his throat.

A cold touch swept across his skin, followed by intense pain. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his cheeks and the stone pavement beneath his feet.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and resentment. He was unwilling to die like this, unwilling that he hadn't had time to enjoy more depravity, but it was all too late.

The slit-mouthed woman withdrew her hand, and drops of blood from her fingertips fell onto the stone slab.

She put her mask back on, covering her hideous face, leaving only a pair of cold eyes. She glanced silently at the corpse on the ground, then turned and her figure gradually disappeared into the morning mist, as if she had never been there.

The crime scene had actually been filmed, and another real prostitute nearby filmed it and uploaded it to YouTube.

There are so many paranormal videos circulating in Tokyo today, and they're being shared all over the world. The Japanese authorities can't seem to control it anymore.

Some well-prepared followers of the Guiyi cult quickly released explanatory videos, promoting claims that an evil god would eventually descend to earth and that Lord Zorc would purify the world.

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