We asked you to make tokusatsu films, and you actually became Ultraman?

"A monster like a ghost?"

Yunyu leaned against the convenience store counter, rummaging through her memories of monsters associated with "ghosts".

He opened the old website in his mind and searched for "Ultraman horror series".

The recommendation algorithm is a mess. Searching for horror shows might lead you to food and pet sections, but you can't find any useful information after scrolling for ages.

Seeing this, Yun Yu couldn't help but sigh, thinking that it would be great if there was an AI that could search directly.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when the little website in my head suddenly went blank.

The screen was filled with dense, colorful noise, like an old-fashioned television signal interruption. Before Yunyu could react, the screen recovered on its own.

The page was still the same search page, everything was exactly the same, except that a small candy bag icon had suddenly appeared in the previously empty corner in the lower right corner.

Yun Yu: "???"

"Is it that smart? It installed it as soon as I finished thinking about it?"

Although she found it outrageous, Yun Yu figured she might as well take advantage of the offer, so she opened the candy packet and started searching for information.

Just as he was groping around, the fluorescent lights above the convenience store suddenly began to flicker, and the tubes emitted a slight buzzing sound, as if something was interfering with the current.

At the same time, a gust of cool air crept in through the crack in the glass door, flowing along the floor like a cold snake crawling across Yun Yu's ankle.

The wind was cool, a stark contrast to the sweltering summer night air.

Yun Yu was feeling a bit hot and bothered from working the night shift, but the breeze made her feel refreshed.

"Is the weather so nice today?" He was a little surprised and looked up at the door.

The night was deep, the streets were deserted, and the wind was definitely blowing.

Yun Yu didn't think much of it, feeling that the wind was just right, so she simply walked to the door and pulled open the glass door.

The moment the door opened, even more cold wind rushed in, carrying a damp and chilly atmosphere that made the shelves rattle.

Yun Yu squinted as the wind blew, but felt exceptionally comfortable and even took a deep breath.

The reason was that the moment the cold wind blew in, the Sylvia star chart on his chest lit up slightly through his clothes.

The light was so faint that Yun Yu didn't notice it at all.

But in that instant, the eerie wind that had been blowing into the shop underwent a subtle change. The wisps of black smoke-like aura carried in the wind were instantly purified and eliminated by the faint light emitted by the star chart, leaving it completely clean.

Only the pure, cold air, cooled by the black mist, continued to flow through the convenience store.

Unaware of anything amiss, Yunyu simply felt that the weather was truly pleasant tonight.

But just then, his nose twitched.

A burnt smell wafted over. It was faint but peculiar, the smell of burning paper mixed with a slightly acrid, pungent odor, exactly as described in Su Mo's story.

At the same time, a soft rustling sound of plastic bags being blown by the wind also rang out.

Yun Yu frowned.

Burning paper money is normal. Today is the Ghost Festival, and many families are burning paper money by the roadside. Plastic bags can also be explained, since things are usually packed in plastic bags.

But why is this voice coming from behind me?

The convenience store door was in front of him; he was facing the entrance, and the wind was blowing in from outside.

If the smell of burning paper and the sound of plastic bags are coming from outside, they should be in front of him.

But now, the voice came clearly from behind him, so close, as if something was standing behind him, holding a plastic bag and gently rubbing it.

Without almost any hesitation, Yunyu's body reacted before her brain.

His right arm suddenly bent, and his elbow, carrying all the force of his body, slammed backward!

But the moment the elbow was swung out, there was no impact sensation; it hit nothing but air.

Without pausing, he squatted down directly.

The instant he crouched down, a withered, grayish-black hand reached down from behind him, its five fingers curved and its nails long and yellow, grabbing right at the spot where he had just been standing.

If he didn't squat down, that hand would precisely grip the back of his head.

Yun Yu's pupils contracted.

Yun Yu didn't transform immediately because there were surveillance cameras everywhere in the convenience store. If she transformed into Ultraman in such a place, she would have to go for photofacial treatment tomorrow.

Therefore, he chose to respond in human form.

As she crouched down, Yun Yu swiftly reached out with her left hand and precisely grabbed the withered wrist.

The skin on that hand was as rough as dried tree bark, and holding it felt like grasping a piece of dry bone dug out of a grave.

And just as Yun Yu's palm touched that hand.

"laugh--"

A sound like grease dripping onto charcoal during grilling erupted.

That withered hand trembled violently as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron, and black smoke hissed out from between Yun Yu's fingers.

The monster let out a sharp, inhuman screech and desperately tried to pull its hand back.

But it can't be pulled out.

Yun Yu's hand gripped its wrist tightly like an iron clamp, with astonishing strength.

The monster struggled desperately, its other hand reaching out to frantically scratch Yun Yu's arm, but those nails only left a few white marks on the skin, without even breaking it.

The monster was stunned.

It has been lurking on this street for some time, specifically targeting people walking alone late at night.

It can sense the strength of life energy, and the young man in front of it has an absurdly strong life energy, like a burning sun.

It originally intended to drag this person into the darkness and slowly drain them dry, treating them as a sumptuous feast.

But it never expected that this seemingly ordinary human would have such outrageous numerical values.

That burning sensation wasn't from physical heat, but rather from some kind of supremely masculine and powerful force emanating from the soul, like sunlight shining on ice and snow, making it feel fear from the very core of its being.

Without the slightest hesitation, the monster abandoned its physical form.

Its body dissipated like smoke, and the hand that had been grabbed turned into wisps of black smoke, slipping away between Yun Yu's fingers.

The black mist swirled once in mid-air before quickly dissipating into the night.

The convenience store returned to silence. The lights stopped flickering, the wind died down, and the smell of burning paper and the sound of plastic bags vanished without a trace, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Yun Yu maintained her squatting position, slowly released her hands, and looked at her palms.

A faint wisp of black energy remained in his palm, dissipating at a visible speed.

He flipped his palm over and looked at the spot where the monster had scratched him; there wasn't even a red mark left.

He truly hadn't expected that the monster would be scared away before he even transformed.

He didn't even know what it was.

However, the rustling sound of the plastic bags and the smell of burning paper matched the stories Su Mo had told before.

It seems that urban legend is probably more than just a legend.

Yunyu stood up and walked back into the shop, closing the glass door behind her.

He took out his phone, opened a local forum, and searched for "Ghost Festival alleyway turns white overnight".

After searching for a long time, I found either irrelevant spam posts or clickbait titles; I couldn't find a single piece of truly useful information.

Left with no other option, Yun Yu could only recall the candy packet he had just filled. He opened the chat interface and began asking questions.

Unfortunately, it had no effect at all, but Yun Yu kept asking more and more probing questions, and as he asked, his thoughts suddenly went astray.

Is Ultraman a being with a pure yang body?