I'm raising a fox fairy wife in Tokyo

Refusing to acknowledge one's failure.

The fat man decided that next, he would use something even more powerful!

That is……

……

"Ok?"

Takagawa Takayuki, who was in the toilet, suddenly heard strange noises again.

Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha...

It sounded like someone was scratching at the mud and rocks with their fingernails, making a harsh, sharp, and very uncomfortable noise.

Subsequently.

Right in front of him, a small gap suddenly appeared in the tiled wall that had been perfectly fitted.

Inside, there was a familiar scent.

The aura of [spirit].

It was cold and dark, with a biting wind howling from the cracks, accompanied by the sound of a woman crying.

"The Gap Woman?"

He immediately recognized the spirit in front of him.

The legend of the Gap Woman is so widespread, mainly because for a period of time, for some inexplicable reason, stories of killing someone and hiding the body in a wall became quite popular.

Similar legends exist not only in Japan, but all over the world.

In fact, quite a few murderers have done this—it's unclear whether the story came first, or someone did it first.

This naturally gave rise to ghost stories based on this, and the spirits that died as a result.

Through the cracks in the house.

You can hear the sound of fingernails scratching, the sound of a woman or man crying, and if you look closely through that gap...

You will see another pair of eyes staring at you.

"what?"

Why isn't it an eye?

At this moment, the gap gradually widened, to the point that it could no longer be called a "gap" but a void.

A circular cavity.

At that moment, what Gao Chuanlong saw was the open mouth of a "person" inside the wall.

even.

Her pink tongue was still sticking out, as if it were welcoming something.

"..."

That's right, after the wall butt temptation, this is it!

No one could refuse.

There's really no way anyone could refuse this, right?!

Come on, come on, come on.

No matter what you put in, I'll bite it off in one gulp! I'll eat the whole thing!!

It's like eating a hot dog—hot dogs are so delicious!

Kukukukukukukuku...

The fat man let out a rather lewd laugh, until suddenly he felt as if something had pierced through his heart.

"!!!"

The "spirit" in the contract is related to the medium himself.

While it's not a matter of shared prosperity or shared ruin, without special techniques, the spirit will indeed suffer a considerable backlash after being harmed.

Such as now.

The fat man saw it; the boy was using the long knife in his hand to insert it into the gap in front of him.

"???"

Hey Hey hey!

It's not about inserting that thing! What are you inserting?! How can you put that dangerous thing in there?! Do you think this is some kind of sword swallowing performance...?

puff!

The fat man coughed up a mouthful of blood.

However, that's not all, because what follows is...

……

"drop."

The demonic sword [Kuyun] began to condense water vapor, which then gathered together.

In the crevice.

Soon a dull sound was heard, followed by the gentle gurgling of water.

Even so, Gao Chuanlong continued to pour water into it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

Painful sounds began to emanate from the crack.

Not to mention the gaping mouth in front of us, even the exposed lower body of the woman next to us was gushing water.

Her dress, stockings, and shoes were all soaked.

And it seems to have no end.

Water kept gushing out from it, almost forming small puddles on the ground, and even its feet began to struggle and kick wildly in mid-air, but to no avail.

This is a real flood.

Ok……

That's about enough water.

Thinking this to himself, Gao Chuanlong then spoke softly again.

"Ming."

A terrifying thunderous sound came from inside the wall.

"Oh no, is it going to rain?!"

Fujiwara Chika and Minamoto Chizuru, who were still eating tsukemen in the ramen shop, both looked curiously out of the shop.

Meanwhile.

Of the three curse masters hiding in the stairwell, one has now been eliminated.

Look at the fat man who just now had water spraying out of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears, and then inexplicably turned into a black charcoal in an instant.

Both of them cast disdainful glances at him.

That's so stupid, this guy even talks about being a "wall-butt monster" or something.

"Are all young people these days a little bit off in the head?"

The elderly woman wearing reading glasses said this.

He didn't care at all about the death of his "comrade".

we can even say.

It's perfect that there's one less person to share the reward.

"I'm going to take care of that kid."

The old woman, with her hands behind her back, silently left the dark stairwell.

Step by step.

He walked toward Takagawa Takayuki, who had just come out of the restroom and was wiping his hands with a tissue.

then.

Without saying a word, he took out his phone and opened one of the apps.

"Young man, could you help me check what's wrong with my phone? I can't call my wife..."

"what?"

As the boy moved closer, the phone screen suddenly transformed into a colorful vortex.

Spinning and spinning and spinning...

Hum hum.

Waiting for the other person's gaze to slowly lose focus.

The old woman, with complete confidence, began to speak quietly in a deliberately affected tone.

"Young man, have you heard the story of the right-hand bow?"

Chapter Fifty-Nine: This isn't authentic!

“I know a friend named A. He’s a conceited guy. After graduating from university, he found a good job and started a life of debauchery in Tokyo.”

“He would go out for dinners, karaoke, social gatherings… He would get drunk every day before going home. Then one day, he heard a strange story from a colleague.”

"【Hey, A, you know what? If you're home alone at night, stand in front of a mirror, bow, and look to your right, and you can see exactly what's in the mirror...】"

"【Something terrible will happen!】"

"For some reason, A lost his mind, or was just too drunk, but when he got home that night, he actually did it."

"And then, we actually saw it!!"

The old woman recounted the story in a leisurely manner, giving it a feel of a late-night radio broadcast.

And to this.

Takagawa Takayuki's answer was yes.

"The story is so long, can it be summarized in less than twenty words?"

"no!!"

Why are all these kids so impatient? Listen to the story properly! Don't they care at all whether A lives or dies?

Do they have any sense of public morality at all?!

"In short, A got entangled with that thing!"

"My colleague was very sorry about this and helped find a master, but he suddenly left halfway through the exorcism ritual that night."

"A later heard from a colleague that the master ran into the car without saying a word, only said 'Drive,' and then kept muttering to himself, shaking his head and showing a strange smile on his face."

"My colleague could only leave the so-called master in the car and escape alone. Although we later heard that this so-called master was probably an imposter who only wanted to swindle money, no one ever saw him again."

“A was terrified. He later ran back to his hometown in Nagasaki and, on the advice of a monk, went to the famous local temple, Honzan, to practice asceticism.”

"Several months passed before we were able to return to normal life."

"That thing must have been eliminated," A thought to himself as he returned to Tokyo and found a new job. But two years later, he received the letter that the monk had sent him.

"The monk had already passed away by then. In the letter, she admitted that what Mr. A brought was terrible and she had no way to deal with it."

"The so-called end is just that the thing has been hidden away. As for when it will return, the monk doesn't know either."

The story ends abruptly.

"The [spirit] is that kind of thing; it plays with the cursed, slowly savoring their fear, gradually killing everyone around them, watching their futile struggles, until..."

"Can you help A, young man?"