In the center of the gloomy hall, billowing white smoke billowed from it.

He was tied to the iron rope all over his body, and was dragged to the front by two hateful ghosts.

Smoking was a cauldron embedded in the center of the hall, occupying half of the hall.

At the bottom of the pot dozens of meters deep, the butter is rolling and the oil is boiling.

The two ghosts forcibly threw themselves down.

Multiply!!!

"Help me...... Save me! ”

Liu Zihang woke up from a nightmare.

He's been having this weird dream over and over again these days.

This wasn't the first time he had dreamed of being put in a pan.

In Jingyang before, when he was caught by the black boss Lei Guangbiao and taken to the slaughterhouse to soak in water on a snowy night in the depths of winter, in his confusion, he once had a memory fragment similar to a dream flashing in his mind.

But this time, even he didn't know it, and he had this nightmare for days and nights.

"Why do I feel like this dream is so real, as if it had happened before?"

Liu Zihang sat at the head of the bed sweating profusely, he was soaked in sweat.

Gradually, his consciousness began to become clearer.

"Where am I?"

He looked around suspiciously.

It looks like this is an apartment that has not been inhabited for a long time.

All the furniture was covered with a white cloth, and the white cloth was covered with layers of ash, even the bed where he was lying now.

"Why am I here?"

Liu Zihang immediately checked his chest.

The clothes on his chest were still torn, and one of them had been scratched when he was chased by a female ghost on Cemetery Hill before.

However, the wound on his chest that was scratched by the female ghost has healed normally, and it has also returned to an ordinary wound.

At the beginning, looking at his wound with green blood and black smuggling, Liu Zihang was almost not frightened, and thought that he was poisoned.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and thankfully, it was still on, and it had a grid of power.

As soon as the phone was turned on, dozens of text messages arrived.

This is all Xu Haofa.

Seeing these text messages and contents, Liu Zihang breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that Xu Hao was safe.

Although it was 0:00 in the morning, he still immediately called Xu Hao.

"Zihang! You've finally called back, where are you now? Xu Hao's voice was very excited.

"Haozi, are you okay?"

"Well, thanks to Brother Yu for saving me. What about you? ”

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"Where are you now? Do you want to pick you up right now? ”

"No, I'll be able to come back myself."

At this moment, with a soft creak, the door was pushed open, and a beautiful figure slowly walked in.

When Liu Zihang saw her, he ended the phone in a panic: "Haozi, it's inconvenient for me to talk now, you tell my cousin, just say I'm fine, don't worry about me." ”

"You're awake."

The girl walked up to Liu Zihang and greeted him with concern.

She was still dressed like that, with a short skirt, black leg socks, and a white shirt, but when she was in the house, she didn't wear a red scarf.

Of course, she still wears black leather gloves on her left hand, but not on her right hand.

"So you can speak Chinese, so why did you use Japanese when we met?"

Liu Zihang turned off his mobile phone and put it back in his pocket, and got off the bed with a smile on his face.

"Because if that sentence is not spoken in my native language, it doesn't work."

"Thank you for saving me." Liu Zihang paused for a moment before asking in a low voice, "...... Already dead, right? ”

The girl nodded silently, and she blamed herself, "Does this scare you?" ”

Liu Zihang shook his head vigorously: "Of course not, I've seen more disgusting ghosts than you in the past half a year...... Hey, no, I'm not saying you're disgusting, I mean you looked a little unsightly at the time, but it's okay, I can take ......"

Although he usually has a smooth tone, he doesn't have much experience communicating with girls after all, so he is getting darker and darker here.

That night, in the cemetery mountain wooden building, after he gave the second master Guan to Xu Hao, he ran out one by one.

As a result, before he could run down the mountain, he was chased by the three female ghosts.

Just when he thought he was going to GG, a big beautiful woman suddenly fell from the sky, and it was the strange woman he had met on the streets of Shibuya before.

It's a pity that this beautiful image only lasted for a few seconds, and the girl turned into a ghost, and that image was even more terrifying than the ghosts on the other side combined.

She danced with a big pair of scissors, forced the female ghost to retreat, and rescued Liu Zihang.

At that time, Liu Zihang was scratched by a ghost, his body was very weak, and as soon as the danger was lifted, he fainted, and then fell into a bizarre dream for a long time, and only now did he wake up.

"My name is Liu Zihang, what is your name?"

"Saotome Masako."

"Miss Masako......" Liu Zihang asked with difficulty: "To be honest, when we first met, you were planning to kill me, right?" But why did you not only release me, but also come to save me? ”

"Because of your hands." Masako looked at Liu Zihang's left arm with tears in her eyes, and said emotionally: "I didn't expect that you are more pitiful than me, and you don't even have your entire left arm." But instead of giving up on yourself, you are strong and optimistic. ”

Liu Zihang never imagined that he would one day be saved because of the loss of an arm.

He asked curiously, "What happened to your left hand?" ”

Masako took off the left glove, Liu Zihang was surprised, it was empty, and there was no palm, as if it had been amputated from the wrist.

"What's going on? How did your hands come to be like this? ”

"Zihangjun, I'll tell you a story."

"Hmm."

"There is an urban legend in Shibuya, Tokyo, that if you walk alone in a dark alley at night, you will meet a woman with a severed hand. The severed hand woman would show the man her right hand and ask him if he was beautiful, and of course the man would say that it was beautiful, and the severed hand would take off the gloves of her left hand, show her amputated left hand, and ask him the same question. If the answer is beautiful, the severed hand girl will cut off her left hand with scissors to make him 'just as beautiful', and if the answer is not beautiful, the severed hand girl will directly cut his throat with scissors. ”

Liu Zihang felt a chill in his back when he heard this, he knew that Masako was talking about herself, because when he first saw her in Shibuya, it was almost exactly the same situation.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because only by doing this, constantly absorbing resentment, can I stay in the world."

Liu Zihang can't blame Masako, not just because she is his life-saving benefactor, but he thinks that Masako is no different from humans slaughtering and eating other animals in order to survive, if you accuse her, it will seem very hypocritical, after all, Masako's current identity is no longer a human, but a ghost.

It's just that Liu Zihang can't figure it out, why does Yazi have to stay in the world?

"Because I haven't taken revenge yet." Masako said hatefully.

"Revenge?"

"Zihangjun, I'll tell you another story."

"Hmm."

"What I'm going to tell you next is a story that is widely circulated in urban legends."

Liu Zihang nodded and listened attentively to what Masako said.

"In urban legend, Shibuya's severed hand girl was jealous of her roommate because she had a rich second-generation boyfriend, so her roommate put poison in her hand cream, which eventually caused her left hand to ulcerate and had to undergo surgery to amputate her leg because she was abandoned by her boyfriend, and finally committed suicide by burning charcoal in heartbreak."

"It's so hateful! How can there be a woman with such a vicious heart! That roommate is really damn it! Liu Zihang was furious and complained about what happened to Yazi.

It's no wonder that when I first saw Masako, I felt that there was a faint smell of gas on her body, and it turned out that she had committed suicide by burning charcoal...... Hey, no, how can carbon monoxide poisoning be the smell of gas?

Yazi was very calm, but comforted Liu Zihang: "Zihangjun, don't be angry, because this story is fake." ”

"Fake?" Liu Zihang was very surprised.

Masako nodded: "These are all made up by people based on the only scattered clues of the characters. What I'm going to tell you next is a true story. ”