Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

While saying these ambiguous words, he took a half step back without leaving a trace and dodged the cold light of the scissors by tilting his head.

He kicked the woman with the slit in the stomach without holding back, then retracted his foot and slowly stood up.

The slit-mouthed woman arched her body in pain, and the entire ghost story curled up like a cooked shrimp.

The slit-mouthed woman couldn't understand why she, a ghost storyteller, would suffer so much because of a mere human.

and...

How could a mere human escape from my attack?

Ignoring the slit-mouthed woman whose mind went blank, Sakurai slowly pulled out his hand from his shoulder bag.

A hammer as big as the woman's head with a cracked mouth appeared in his hand.

"The name of the hammer is the Eight-sided Bright Silver Hammer. Please advise me. The Great Strange Story - The Slit-mouthed Woman."

"Don't die too quickly. At least let me enjoy it."

There was a faint silver glow on the hammer, and seeing the light of day again it was particularly looking forward to what would happen next.

If you get hit by this hammer, you will really die.

The slit-mouthed woman had just recovered from the pain and raised her head, then looked down at her scissors, and then at the hammer in Sakurai's hand.

The slit-mouthed woman, who couldn't help but grunt, realized this clearly.

As a ghost story, a strong premonition told her...

She seemed to be in trouble.

This human who kicked her down with one kick seemed to be a pervert.

For her, who is a ghost story, this is the worst and most evil pervert.

Sakurai didn't give the slit-mouthed woman much chance to react. He raised the silver hammer that was shining with a dull golden light and smashed it down with the wind pressure.

If you get hit, your head will definitely explode.

Her eyes widened in fear, her countless tiny teeth kept moving, her eyeballs rolled around, and the slit-mouthed woman instinctively dodged to the side.

The hammer brushed against the back of the slit-mouthed woman who was clinging to the wall, leaving burn marks in an instant. The slit-mouthed woman couldn't help but let out a shrill wail.

The heavy falling eight-sided bright silver hammer barely stopped at the moment before hitting the ground. An exaggerated sonic boom sounded, and the right arm holding the hammer expanded by two degrees due to blood filling it.

The next moment——

He bent his left knee and rotated 90 degrees, then hit the slit-mouthed woman who had not yet fully stood firm at an incredible angle.

With a cracking sound, the slit-mouthed woman was kicked several meters away.

Unconcerned with the crisp sound of bones breaking, Sakurai dragged the three-hundred-pound eight-sided silver hammer and walked towards the slit-mouthed woman who was twisting her body with an expressionless face.

8. The nightmare that follows you everywhere

What a joke, what kind of monster is this human being.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman never thought that one day she would be chased away by a human.

In her eyes, or in the eyes of the existence of ghost stories, humans are just tools used to provide fear and despair.

They belong to the category of ghost stories, a unique existence that is derived from the supernatural but transcends it.

They do not have as many strange restrictions as the supernatural, and originally regard themselves as predators of humans.

If it weren't for that damn God of Wisdom who distorted their way of existence and constrained them with lies.

This world has long become a paradise for strange stories.

Now she had finally waited for the damn God of Wisdom to disappear, but on the first night after her resurrection she was chased away by a prey.

If she was simply defeated, it would be fine. In the past, she had also been attacked by human warriors or Onmyojis.

As long as humans remember her existence and give her some time, she will be able to come into this world again.

But the situation is different now. She, who was supposed to be immortal, felt the threat of death from that human.

If she were killed by that human, even though she was supposed to be immortal, she would completely disappear from this world.

By then, she had truly become an urban legend.

That's how she felt.

What a joke!

Who wants to encounter such a thing?

Am I the ghost story or are you? The slit-mouthed woman with a resentful and twisted look was about to burst into tears.

The woman with the slit mouth really wanted to turn around and give a scissors blow to the human who was following her so that his cold and hard face would become the same as hers, but she could only endure the pain in her lower abdomen and run for her life.

She absolutely didn't want to disappear from this world like this.

She also wants to savor the despair and fear of mankind.

Absolutely absolutely...

It's impossible to stop.

“Humans, humans, humans…”

"I will kill you, devour your flesh, drink your blood, and cut you into pieces with my scissors."

Anger, irritability and heart-wrenching unwillingness.

The slit-mouthed woman swore that if she was given a chance, she would definitely repay Sakurai's kindness today.

As long as she escapes, as long as she can devour the fear of mankind, she will be able to become as strong as possible.

Then...

She will one day repay today's kindness.

Behind her was the sound of the sledgehammer hitting the ground from time to time. The woman with the slit mouth felt her scalp tingling and she always had a feeling that the hammer would fall on her head in the next second.

In the next second her head would explode like an overripe watermelon.

When he thought of this, his steps, which were already so slow that they could barely be seen, quickened even further.

But...

Why haven’t you gotten rid of me yet? Why does he still know where I am?

why...

This human can actually keep up with me.

I just wanted to taste the prey I saw, what kind of monster is it?

The slit-mouthed woman didn't know how long she had been running. She only knew that when she came to her senses, she was already in an abandoned factory.

She hid in a pile of building materials, curled up into a ball and trembled constantly.

She was afraid that a hammer would fall on her head in the next second.

Since the birth of this world, countless humans have died at the hands of the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Adults, children, old people, men, women...

She randomly picked her favorite target, appeared in front of him (her), and asked the question.

【do I look good? 】

Anyone she targets will eventually die.

After suffering torture and pain, he disappeared from this world in a miserable state.

This is the meaning of the existence of ghost stories. Their existence itself is for killing and terror.

Ghost stories are more terrifying and horrifying than the supernatural.

Among the people killed by the Slit-Mouthed Woman, her favorite were children.

The skin of children between four and ten years old cannot be more beautiful than that of a baby with a pink and tender complexion.

In the 1990s, she would hang around the school gate.

After choosing the child she likes, she will appear in front of the child.

In the eyes of those children, she is a beautiful and charming big sister.

At this time, she would ask the child: "Am I good-looking?"

If the child says "it looks good", she will take off the mask and continue to ask the child: "Am I beautiful like this?"

Then they forcibly cut cuts on the child's face with scissors.

Then they were taken away by force to be killed and eaten.

If the child said "not beautiful", she would get angry and eat the child immediately.

She enjoyed the fear and despair of human beings, and the feeling of them being so frightened that every nerve was tense and they were unable to move.

after all...

She is a weird story. Humans eat everything, and she eats humans. This is fair, isn't it?

Anyway...

There are so many humans, we can never eat them all.

There's nothing wrong with giving her some.

However, to this day...

After she came into this world again, she encountered tougher opponents than ever before.

She could feel the dull pain in her back...

Even though she was not hit directly, she was still injured by the wind created by the hammer.

If the hammer really hit her, the Slit-Mouthed Woman couldn't imagine what would become of her.

That hammer was definitely not something she, who had just been resurrected, could deal with.

She could never have imagined that the feeling of fear that made every nerve tense and her limbs stiffen and unable to move would happen to her.