Three Seconds, I Blocked the Ghost's Mouth

[Sin Clearing System Activation Successful]

Buzz—

A cold, mechanical voice rang out.

Qin Feng's unfocused pupils reflected a faint blue light. When they refocused, the entire world had changed.

A semi-transparent virtual panel, visible only to him, floated before him.

[Weird Tale Compendium Activated]

[Target Locked: Slit-Mouthed Woman]

[Danger Level: E-Class (Threat Assessment: Lethal)]

[Sin Points: 20]

[Background Story: She was once a beautiful girl...]

[Rule Analysis: Constructs a domain of rules through "Am I beautiful?". Any "yes" or "no" answer will trigger her deadly rule.]

[Rule Loophole: When the host answers "So-so" or a similar ambiguous answer, her rules will be interfered with, causing the target to fall into a 3-second logical confusion.]

A massive amount of information flooded his brain, quickly processed by the absolute rationality brought by the system. The fear was still there, like a beast caged within him, but it could no longer control his thoughts.

"What, scared stiff? Thinking about your last words?" the Slit-Mouthed Woman's voice grew impatient, the cold glint of her scissors almost reflecting in Qin Feng's eyes.

Under the shadow of death, Qin Feng's heartbeat was terrifyingly steady. He even had the leisure to re-examine the "artwork" before him with an almost dissecting gaze.

The massive mouth, split to her ears, flesh and blood peeling away, the stitches crude, like a butcher's mending.

Then, he smiled. Not a bitter laugh of despair, but a smile of examination and amusement that could make even a ghost shiver.

"Big Sister."

Qin Feng spoke, his voice not loud, but like a scalpel slicing through the dead silence of the hospital room.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman's movements abruptly paused.

"Honestly, your look... it's a bit ahead of its time," Qin Feng commented with utmost seriousness. "It's the kind of post-modern deconstructionist style that requires you to calm down and appreciate its 'beauty in imperfection'."

He met the Slit-Mouthed Woman's increasingly confused and violent gaze, then shifted his tone, delivering his conclusion:

"Can't say you're beautiful, but you're distinctively ugly. So, I can only say... so-so."

"So-so?!"

The moment the words fell, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's body trembled violently! For the first time, her vacant eyes showed an emotion called "bewilderment."

This answer, like an unsolvable virus program, instantly overwhelmed the rule loop she had set up.

Beautiful? Not beautiful?

Yes? No?

In her black-and-white perception, there had never been a gray area like "so-so"!

[Rule Interference Successful! Target entering logical confusion, duration 3 seconds!]

[Mental Shock +10! Target Confusion +30%!]

Now!

The instant the feeling of being restrained vanished, his survival instinct made Qin Feng's adrenaline surge.

But Qin Feng didn't run, because he knew clearly that 3 seconds wasn't even enough time to escape the hospital room!

He watched the Slit-Mouthed Woman stand frozen, her eyes vacant as she processed the overloaded logical paradox.

Qin Feng leaned forward half a step, pointed at the Slit-Mouthed Woman's face, and continued to press his advantage:

"Really, I want to give you some professional advice. Your lipstick is too asymmetrical. The left side is almost split to the back of your head, and the right side is still short. Even someone with OCD would want to die looking at it, they wouldn't be able to wait for you to attack."

"And these stitches, the threads are all loose, looks like cheap stuff. Find a better tailor, get it redone with imported thread, I guarantee it'll be exquisite and durable, and won't break no matter what!"

[Mental Shock +15! Target Confusion +50%!]

Each taunting remark was like code injection, causing the Slit-Mouthed Woman's logic core to completely crash.

Insult! This was a greater insult than death!

She could enjoy the prey's fear, but she couldn't tolerate a human pointing fingers at her proud "beauty" with the tone of appraising a defective product!

"You... are... seeking... death!"

The confusion was forcibly terminated by overwhelming rage! The Slit-Mouthed Woman let out an inhuman shriek, wanting to tear this detestable man to shreds with the purest, most primal violence!

However, Qin Feng had already won the most precious time.

He remembered what the Slit-Mouthed Woman feared most.

He saw himself quickly reach into his pocket, fumbling around, finally locking onto a cold, hard metal can.

The super-hold hairspray he was bringing for an art student classmate this afternoon!

The moment the Slit-Mouthed Woman lunged at him, reeking of death, Qin Feng's body erupted with unprecedented agility. He then abruptly ducked and slid sideways, his movement clumsy but incredibly effective.

"Screech—"

The giant scissors' sharp edge grazed his scalp, cutting off a few strands of black hair, the strong gust of wind making his cheek ache!

At the same time, the hairspray in Qin Feng's hand was precisely aimed at the Slit-Mouthed Woman's terrifying, gaping maw.

"Big Sister, you can't mess with your mouth shape!"

He spouted nonsense, pressing down hard on the nozzle with his thumb!

"Ssssh—!"

The white mist of hairspray, mixed with a pungent chemical fragrance, like a precise venomous snake, poured entirely into the Slit-Mouthed Woman's throat and gaping wounds! Upon contact with the thick blood and saliva, the hairspray instantly triggered a terrifying chemical reaction!

Solidify!

In just one second, the high-strength setting spray turned into a lump of hard, semi-transparent gel, sealing her proud, giant mouth and her respiratory tract completely shut!

"Hh... Hh..."

The Slit-Mouthed Woman's pounce abruptly stopped. She painfully clutched her mouth, emitting a wheezing sound like a broken bellows from her throat, her ferocious strength rapidly draining away amidst suffocation and intense pain.

"Clang!"

The giant scissors slipped from her grasp, hitting the concrete floor with a piercing clang.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman collapsed to the ground in agony, her hands frantically tearing at her solidified mouth and face. Her fingernails drew bloody streaks but couldn't budge the solid gel in the slightest.

Qin Feng stood not far away, his chest heaving, gasping for air.

The exhaustion of surviving and an unprecedented sense of excitement intertwined, causing his entire body to tremble slightly.

He looked at the Slit-Mouthed Woman raging impotently on the ground, the corners of his lips unable to suppress a smile, a nearly pathological, enjoying smile.

So, this is what it feels like to toy with fear in the palm of your hand...

It feels really good!

He slowly walked forward, ignoring her eyes that shifted from venomous hatred to pleading, bent down, and picked up the cold, heavy giant scissors from the ground.

As the scissors entered his hand, a chilling aura spread up his arm.

[Detected E-Class Cursed Item: Slit-Mouthed Woman's Scissors]

Qin Feng weighed them, flicked the sharp edge with his finger, producing a clear hum.

Then, under the Slit-Mouthed Woman's increasingly terrified gaze, he slowly crouched down and gently pressed the tip of the cold scissors, stained with countless blood, against her throat.

Mimicking her earlier action, he tilted his head slightly to the side and asked in a voice that was both extremely gentle and extremely cruel:

"Now, it's my turn to ask you."

"Am I handsome?"