This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 374 - 263: Faceless Woman (4000 words)

Chapter 374: Chapter 263: Faceless Woman (4000 words)

She was a Faceless Woman.

Her skin was pale, her wrists to arms slender and long, her palms broad -- it felt like she could lift Brother Temple’s head off the ground with a single slap. Her height was extraordinary, roughly three meters tall, almost touching the ceiling of the restroom. The smooth, facial-featureless head was directed right at Beichuan Si.

Although her facial features were absent, Beichuan Si still felt her malicious gaze.

Thus stood the Faceless Woman, her hands on Beichuan Si’s shoulders, her giant body bending down as her massive head drew near him.

Closer and tighter it pressed —

Her fingers were squeezing forcefully.

Her nails, sharp as paper cutters, half-penetrated Beichuan Si’s shoulders.

That terrifying, featureless face had completely pressed against Beichuan Si!!!

Beichuan Si’s expression did not change. He skillfully flipped the rubber club in his hand and smashed it down on her head!

A chilling scream erupted the next moment; the surrounding scenery turned upside down, the Faceless Woman disappeared in an instant... everything was soaked in scarlet blood.

Beichuan Si stood firm, scanning his surroundings.

He was home.

Still in the living room.

Blood was splattered all around.

Something was hanging in the center of the living room.

Beichuan Si looked up.

There were two girls.

Their faces were purplish, their eyes painfully wide open, and their tongues loosely sticking out, dangling over their lips.

Beichuan Huili, Nakajima Michika.

Their bodies emitted a rotting smell, surrounded by insects...

On the table, tattered little cloth dolls were haphazardly placed —

Nishijou Kelian.

An indescribable foul smell pervaded the area.

Viewing this scene, Beichuan Si narrowed his eyes, his frigid demeanor slightly shifting.

He picked up Kelian’s head from the ground and carefully wiped clean her cloth doll head.

Then he took down the hanging Beichuan Huili and Nakajima Michika from the center of the living room.

After closing their eyes, Beichuan Si tightly gripped the rubber club, his gaze sweeping the surroundings.

Such actions by the opponent were clearly meant to make him afraid.

Only when Beichuan Si was scared would he lose control over the dream.

But Beichuan Si was not afraid.

In his heart, he silently made a resolution.

No matter what the spiritual body suffered or how tragic its past was, he was determined to crush and utterly dispel it.

Not even its soul fire would escape.

Clang!!!

A loud bang suddenly came from upstairs, and without hesitation, Beichuan Si immediately rushed to the second floor.

Shen Gu Mirai’s room door was wide open.

Beichuan Si rushed into Shen Gu Mirai’s room and saw a Faceless Woman, her head touching the ceiling, standing next to Shen Gu Mirai, who lay on the bed.

Shen Gu Mirai’s complexion was greenish-purple, appearing long deceased...

Beichuan Si’s eyes sparkled, he stomped his foot and extended his hand, unbelievably pinning down the larger Faceless Woman!

His arm raised!

Bam!!!!!

Wood splinters flew everywhere!

Even the Faceless revenant seemed confused by the current situation.

According to logic, seeing such a terrifying death of a loved one, shouldn’t Beichuan Si be scared and helpless? Why wasn’t he playing by the rules?

She convulsively thrashed, her paper-cutter-like nails seeking to stab Beichuan Si.

The next moment.

Boom!!!

The remnants of the Faceless Woman trembled and twitched, utterly devoid of any strength to resist.

Beichuan Si dragged over an office chair, his hands gripping the back, and ferociously smashed it down on the already mushy body of the Faceless Woman on the ground.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

With forceful, swing-open and swing-close movements, it only took a few minutes for Beichuan Si to turn the body of the Faceless Woman on the ground into minced meat.

"Don’t let me find you."

Beichuan Si’s gaze was sinister as he threw the computer chair aside, his tone icy cold as he spoke.

Yes.

Don’t let him find where the Spiritual Body was.

The perpetrator must bear the consequences for such acts.

Beichuan Si stepped on the tattered floor and took a deep breath.

...

"Sir? Sir? We’ve arrived, sir."

When Beichuan Si woke up again, he was in a taxi.

The taxi driver beside him looked at him worriedly and said, "Sir, are you alright? We’ve arrived."

"Sorry, when did I fall asleep?" Beichuan Si asked.

"When... was right after you got in... but it’s late now, it’s quite normal to feel sleepy, I see you slept quite deeply," said the taxi driver, now relieved that there was no sign of any heart condition or sudden shock.

"Sorry for the trouble." Beichuan Si nodded, after checking his belongings were intact, he took out the fare and got out of the cab.

In front of him was the Beichuan family home.

The twinkling lights of the Beichuan family.

Beichuan Si opened the door.

Shoes were scattered around the entryway.

But he only gave it a glance before pulling out his own shoes and heading to the living room.

"Brother Temple! You’re back?!"

Beichuan Huili, sitting on the sofa, fixated on the animal program on TV, turned her head and cheerfully looked at Beichuan Si.

"Yes, I’m back."

Beichuan Si glanced at the clock and nodded, continuing to ask, "Where’s Shihua?"

"She’s sleeping upstairs. But she’s been cooped up in her room all by herself, it’s kind of worrying," Beichuan Huili glanced at the second floor.