Minako is a sophomore high school girl in a general public high school in Tokyo.,Because she inherited the beautiful looks from her mother.,Minako's appearance is also the top beautiful girl in the school.。 Originally, girls like Minako were supposed to be very popular in school, but because Minako's father died in a car accident when she was a child, Minako's family was not well-off.

Because of her family background, the sensible Minako has always lived a very frugal life, and even rarely wears makeup, and occasionally uses her mother's old cosmetics for a few makeup attempts. This also made Minako's charm invisibly reduced, so that in school, not many people were close to her. Minako doesn't care about this kind of thing, and she is about to enter the third year of high school, at this time, she only hopes to be able to study seriously and find a good job in the future, so that she can share the pressure of life for her mother as soon as possible.

After school that day, Minako left school late because she had to stay and clean, and even in the middle of summer, it was already dark.

Minako walked on the way home, looking at the low night, feeling a little uneasy. Because recently, Minako heard from her classmates that a girl from the high school next door was killed on the way home a few days ago, and even her entire face was peeled off. Many classmates are rumoring that this is a monster murder incident, and even the story of the incident is spread with noses and eyes, as if they saw it with their own eyes.

Although Minako didn't believe in these things, looking at such a gloomy night, Minako was still a little uneasy in her heart, so she could only tighten the schoolbag in her hand and speed up her pace. The sound of crisp footsteps echoed through the empty streets, and in the silent alleys, only the sound of Minako's leather shoes hitting the floor. This made Minako feel flustered and quickened her pace, wanting to pass through this alley quickly.

Minako's footsteps grew faster and faster, and at last she simply ran, as if something terrible was chasing her behind her.

Minako rushed out of the alley almost at a sprint speed, and ran until she reached the entrance of a nearby subway station before stopping, holding on to the wall and gasping violently.

After catching her breath, Minako looked behind her, only to find that there was nothing behind her. Minako smiled self-deprecatingly, feeling that she was stupid by the rumors of those youkai killing people, she ran away for so long, but there was nothing. So Minako straightened up, shook her head, and walked towards the subway station, but she didn't see a crow watching her on the telephone pole behind her.

However, when Minako turned around, there was suddenly an old woman in a white kimono in front of her, and the old woman's pale and bloodless face startled Minako.

"Little girl, do you want to buy a compact? Such a beautiful compact, buy one! The old woman's tone was a little grim, and she asked Minako, holding a box of foundation in lacquerware in her hand.

Minako patted her chest and looked carefully at the old woman in front of her. I saw that the wife was wearing a white kimono, with a red Tang paper umbrella and a dark black lacquerware box beside her, and was sitting at the turnpoint of the underground passage leading to the subway station.

Looking at where the old woman was sitting, Minako guessed that the old woman might have been wearing a white kimono and sitting in the corner, so she didn't see it. Thinking like this, Minako smiled at the old woman and said, "No, old woman, I don't need it, thank you." ”

"How can such a good-looking little girl not have a little decoration on her face?" Although the old woman's voice is still a little gloomy, Minako has an indescribable cordiality to her ears, just like the voices of her grandmother and grandmother who live in the countryside, so that Minako unconsciously has a good impression of the old woman.

"No, old woman, thank you for your kindness, I don't have any money on me, I can't afford such a beautiful compact." After hesitating for a moment, Minako still rejected the old woman.

"It's all right, little girl." The old woman listened to Minako's words, and a smile appeared on her face, coupled with her pale face without a trace of blood, which looked particularly gloomy under the somewhat dim light of the underground passage, but for some reason, Minako felt that this old woman smiled kindly: "A beautiful and polite girl like you, you can try it for free." Give it a try, I won't charge you. This is a white powder made by my mother-in-law herself, and applying it to your face can make your face more beautiful and fair, and you won't need makeup in the future. ”

Hearing the old woman say this, Minako had a little intention in her heart, and she became eager to try the old woman's white powder. Anyway, it's just a try, and the old woman also said that you can try it for free, so it's okay if you don't buy it, right? Besides, if you want to buy it, it's not like you don't really have no money, Minako pinched her schoolbag hard, and there was the pocket money she had saved inside, which Minako was going to use to buy revision materials. Mom's birthday is almost here, if I buy a compact and take it back to my mother, she will be very happy, right? Minako thought so in her heart, but her hand unconsciously wanted to reach for the powder box handed out by the old woman.

The smile on the old woman's face became more and more gloomy, but in Minako's eyes, it became more kind: "Let's give it a try, even if you don't buy it, it's okay." If you like it, your mother-in-law can give you a box. The old woman's voice seemed to have magical power, making Minako's eyes a little misty, and her body seemed to walk towards the old woman uncontrollably.

Send me a box? Minako seemed to be enchanted, stretched out her arm to the old woman and was about to take the powder box handed over by the old woman, when a flirtatious voice suddenly came from her ear: "This young lady, if you still cherish your beautiful face, don't use the powder box of the white powder woman, a good girl will not touch the kind of white powder made of dead people's bones." If you want to buy white powder for beauty, Kosho can introduce a few long-established rouge shops that have been selling rouge and white powder in Tokyo since the Edo period. ”

Interrupted by this voice, she stretched out her hand towards the powder box, Minako's originally somewhat confused eyes suddenly came to her senses, and when she looked back, a white-haired man in a white embroidered jacket and a baseball cap was leaning against the stairs at the entrance of the underground passage. His left hand held the brim of the baseball cap, covering his face, and in his right hand he held a wooden knife, or not a crutche, because the man was just using two fingers to point at the end of the handle of the wooden knife to keep it from falling.

Seeing this man, Bai Fanpo's face changed, her face, which was already without a trace of blood, became even whiter, and her original gloomy smile became hideous. Minako looked at the man, then at the white powder woman who had become terrifying in front of her, and after a scream, she turned and ran away.

The white fan woman looked at Minako who had escaped and was about to catch up, but the man stopped her in a flash: "Don't be in a hurry to go, old witch." To do such an unforgivable thing to a young girl, Xiaosheng won't let you go so easily! ”

"Nosy! You're looking for death! The white powder woman's voice became sharp, and she threw the powder box in her hand at the man, and the white powder in the box flew out, turning into a cloud of white mist and enveloping the man. Taking advantage of the gap where the man's vision was blocked by the flying white powder, the white powder woman picked up the red Tang paper umbrella and stabbed at the man.

The red Tang paper umbrella stabbed at the tip of the man's umbrella and stabbed a sharp blade aimed directly at the man's throat, but was blocked by the wooden knife in the man's hand.

"Ahh The white powder scattered in the air flashed sideways, and the man pointed at the white powder woman with a wooden knife. The left hand, which had been holding the brim of the baseball cap, was also lowered, revealing the man's somewhat cynical smile and serious eyes.

"It seems that God wants to keep Xiaosheng's handsome face to hook up with those cute young ladies!" The man's tone was very frivolous, but the movements in his hands were not frivolous at all, although it was just a wooden knife, it showed extremely exquisite knife skills, forcing the white powder woman who was not very good at fighting quite embarrassed.

The white powder woman was a little overwhelmed by the man's attack, and the old woman's body was indeed not suitable for fighting. Seeing that she was invincible to the knife skills of the man in front of her, Bai Fan Po gritted her teeth, stretched the red Tang paper umbrella in her hand violently, and after repelling the man by a step, she quickly retreated to the lacquerware box that was placed on the ground before, and quickly opened the box with a slight struggle.

What was in the box was the girl's face peeled off by the white powder woman.

The white powder woman peeled off the girl's face, not just to peel off that layer of skin, and the purpose was not just to collect the girl's face. When each face is peeled off, the soul and life of the girl who has been stripped off are also separated from her body and sealed in this skin. When she needs to use it, she will take out her face and stick it on her face. In this way, the white powder woman can quickly regain her youth in the time that her face is attached to her face.

But Bai Fan Po will not do this easily, because once each face is used, it will quickly consume the life sealed in the face, and at the same time, because the soul sealed in the face is devoured, a face can only be used once. If you put the skin in the box, the white powder woman can slowly extract the life sealed in the skin and let herself live longer. Therefore, every face is precious to Bai Fan Po, not a critical moment, and will not be used easily. However, at this moment, she couldn't help but hesitate, and if she didn't use her power to press the bottom of the box, she would die.

As soon as Bai Fan Po patted the lacquerware box, a young girl's miserable white face that had been peeled off flew out, and there was still a painful expression on her face, as if she was still alive. However, in fact, this face is indeed alive, but life is better than death, and the only thing that the girl whose soul is sealed in the skin can feel is endless darkness and pain.

Bai Fan quickly put this face on her face, and with the face pasted, Bai Fan Po's body quickly recovered from a rickety old woman to a young and beautiful girl. But Bai Fan didn't have time to feel the beauty of this youth, because she was constantly consuming the life force sealed in this face every minute, and she could have used decades of life to squander it almost in these dozens of minutes. As soon as she thought of this, Bai Fan couldn't wait to swallow the man in front of her.

"Waste my face, you damn it!" Bai Fanpo's voice is no longer the old woman's, but girlish and beautiful, but the anger in her tone makes this beautiful voice extremely sharp. After a roar, Bai Fan Po held the red Tang paper umbrella in her hand and attacked the man violently.

However, even if the white fan woman regained her youth, she still couldn't help the man in front of her, the attack of the red Tang paper umbrella was easily defused by the man, and the man still had room to humiliate the white powder woman with words: "Yo, the old witch can't win, is it a two-skinned face?" It's a pity that even if you regain your youth for a short time with the plundered life, you won't be able to win the small life! Speaking of which, you white fans really don't feel ashamed of using other people's faces and lives? If Xiaosheng were you, relying on other people's lives to survive, Xiaosheng would have committed suicide a long time ago. ”

"Shut up!" The anger of the white powder woman did not fuel her strength, although she wanted to kill the man in front of her, but the white powder woman's attack still could not help the man. But this man didn't seem to want to kill Bai Fan Po just like that, and kept using words to ** her nerves, just using a wooden knife to defend Bai Fan Po's attack, but did not attack.

Just when the skin on Bai Fan Po's face had begun to become sensitive, the man finally stopped his words to Bai Fan Po**, his momentum changed, and he was ready to attack: "For the sins you have committed and those lives that have been mutilated by you, Xiao Sheng will end your life here today!" ”

With that, the man grabbed the wooden knife with both hands and slashed at Bai Fan Po, but his knife was blocked.

A girl with hair hanging down to her ankles blocked the wooden knife in the man's hand with a strand of hair, and the other strand of hair also held the red Tang paper umbrella in Bai Fan Po's hand, and separated a strand of hair against Bai Fan Po's throat.

"Ahh Looking at the long-haired girl in front of him, the man caught a glimpse of her cold face under her long hair, and suddenly couldn't help but smile again.

At this time, a crow flew over and landed on the girl's shoulder: "Although I also want this white powder woman to die immediately, but Tokyo is the territory of our Nine-Tails Group." Even if we want to kill, it should be our Nine-Tails to do it, so I won't bother Your Excellency. It was the crow with three eyes on the girl's shoulder.