Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

As expected, arranging a vehicle is the most urgent matter now.

If it takes a week, it depends on the efficiency of the unscrupulous businessmen.

"I'm so tired. I want to sleep."

"I should have gotten enough sleep."

Sakurai kept yawning and was extremely tired.

Or...

His body couldn't take it anymore.

For example, fainting from hunger.

That's possible. After dying so many times this time, the consumption is indeed quite high.

If he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he really needed to eat something good.

It's time to make up for it.

"Oh haha~"

"My luck is unexpectedly good."

"Did you encounter such a good [thing] this time?"

"Mafuyu-san really is my lucky star."

"Let me see, am I stronger or weaker now?"

"It's impossible to become weaker anyway."

Sakurai couldn't help licking his lips when he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

This feeling...

What should I do if I want to eat something?

What are the cells saying?

There's really nothing I can do about you...

Then, let’s have a big fight!

Thinking this, Sakurai turned a corner and disappeared under the Weng Hong light.

Very good...

His new buddy has a chance to appear on stage so soon~

Super LUCKY!

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Ghost story is a synonym for horror literature.

It is usually associated with supernatural events, strange and bizarre stories.

In ghost stories, the protagonist often comes into contact with ghost stories for various reasons, and eventually loses his life in fear and pain.

In this country, there are all kinds of strange and weird stories.

Purple mirror, teketeke, running granny, gap girl, red and blue paper, red cape...

There are countless strange stories like this.

Even the Aragami that Sakurai just defeated actually exists in a certain ghost story.

But it's not a real weird story.

That guy is just a hunter who uses the identity of a ghost story.

It doesn't hurt to deal with guys like the God of Wilderness.

A true weird story, it is a being that cannot be killed in the conventional sense.

Let’s not talk about this for now.

If I had to pick out a more famous one from the numerous ghost stories.

The strange story of the woman with a slit mouth is definitely one of them.

Around the spring to summer of 1979, the Slit-mouthed Woman became an urban legend that spread across Japan.

Initially, it was just a topic among elementary school students, but then it gradually spread and eventually...

It even led to the suspension of classes in some areas at one point, which proves the deterrent effect of the strange story of "Slit-mouthed Woman".

Before this, when the previous God of Wisdom was still in power, there was a way to hide this kind of existence in fictional stories.

But now, when the God of Wisdom disappeared and the existence that separated the two worlds also disappeared, the fictional ghost story finally appeared in this world.

Now...

Even among the strange stories, it is considered to be one of the most famous ones, and its name is——

Gap girl.

After the God of Wisdom disappeared, he has come to this world again.

She was suppressing her appetite and coveting all the life in this world.

Just about to move.

The enemy of humanity and life, this is——

The so-called "strange talk".

6. Do I look good?

In the dark corner, the woman holding the big scissors has a resentful look with a strong sense of doubt...

In the blink of an eye, the delicious human being it had targeted had disappeared.

This made the slit-mouthed woman, who had finally seen the light of day again, a little annoyed.

The pain of losing a perfect prey made her feel very unhappy.

If she had not been woven into the rule that she had to ask questions before she could "kill", she would have been unable to resist and started killing people on this busy street.

Now...

Now that the target had disappeared, the already gloomy aura of the Slit-mouthed Woman became even more dull and depressing.

"Hello, may I ask..."

"What's matter?"

"I sensed you were staring at me."

"It's really troubling. I didn't expect I was so likable."

Just when the slit-mouthed woman was thinking about whether to change her prey to fill her stomach, he quietly went around behind her.

Patting the slit-mouthed woman on the shoulder, Sakurai took two steps back and reached a hand into her shoulder bag. An expression of distress that looked so fake appeared on her face. With a faint smile, Sakurai softly greeted the woman in front of her.

A gloomy woman with long hair and a mask, wearing a black knitted coat, a dark green scarf, holding a pair of large rusty red scissors in her hands.

Sakurai shook off the smelly liquid on his palms and was speechless.

Even if it is a ghost story, the supernatural is the supernatural, and the smell is so unpleasant that it reaches a certain level.

Annoying, disgusting guy.

It's not the usual opening line of "You can see me" for humanoid ghosts.

As a strange story, the slit-mouthed woman has the ability to have a conversation freely.

In a sense, she could also be called a [God].

Who made this country have eight million gods?

The woman with the slit-mouthed face whose CPU was fried stared blankly at Sakurai, somewhat confused.

Why did the target that I had been eyeing all this time suddenly appear behind me?

"I said, are you shy?"

Sakurai frowned in displeasure and couldn't wait to try out the eight-sided bright silver hammer. Sakurai was very concerned about the power of this old friend who had a close connection with his ancestor.

So,

Why is this guy dilly-dallying here?

The woman with the slit mouth who had just reacted was in front of Sakurai in an instant.

The woman with a curvy figure looked at Sakurai with wide eyes.

do not care...

The prey has come to your door, there is no reason to ignore it.

Reluctantly swallowing the sticky saliva that was constantly secreted, the slit-mouthed woman looked at the fragrant human in front of her with burning eyes.

She spoke...

Along with the dark blue face and the mask that emitted a strong stench of decay came an obscure sound sharper than a knife scratching glass.

"Can I...see...well?"

She tilted her head and stared at Sakurai. The slit-mouthed woman's needle-like pupils and pale eyeballs were full of Sakurai's presence.

A thick black aura emanated from around the slit-mouthed woman, and she stared straight at Sakurai, waiting for his answer.

"Am I...okay...look...?"

Not getting an answer, the slit-mouthed woman seemed to be stuck and questioned Sakurai again.

"It really is..."

"Don't know what to say."

"You know I can see you, why are you still trying to do this?"