[Sin Clearing System activated successfully] Buzz— A cold mechanical voice rang out. A ghostly blue light reflected in Qin Feng's unfocused pupils. When his gaze refocused, the entire world had changed. A translucent virtual panel, visible only to him, floated before him. [Weird Tale Compendium activated] [Target locked: Slit-Mouthed Woman] [Danger Level: E-rank (Threat Assessment: Fatal)] [Sin Points: 20] [Background Story: She was once a girl who loved beauty...] [Rule Analysis: She establishes a rule domain through the question, "Am I pretty?" Any answer of "yes" or "no" will trigger her certain-death rule.] [Rule Loophole: When the host answers "so-so" or gives a similarly ambiguous response, her rule will be disrupted, causing the target to fall into logical confusion for 3 seconds.]
A flood of information poured into his mind and was swiftly processed by the absolute rationality brought by the system. Fear still existed, like a wild beast caged within him, but it could no longer influence his thoughts.
"What, scared stupid? Thinking about your last words?" The Slit-Mouthed Woman's voice grew increasingly impatient. The cold gleam of her scissors nearly reflected in Qin Feng's eyes.
Under the shadow of death, Qin Feng's heartbeat was terrifyingly steady. He even had the leisure to reassess the "work" before him with an almost clinical gaze.
That enormous mouth, split all the way to her ears, was a mess of rolled flesh and crude stitches, like a butcher's handiwork.
So he smiled. It was not a desperate, bitter smile, but one of scrutiny and amusement—a smile that made even a ghost's hair stand on end.
"Ma'am."
Qin Feng spoke softly, but his voice sliced through the dead silence of the hospital room like a scalpel.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman suddenly froze.
"To be honest, your look... is a little avant-garde." Qin Feng gave his assessment with a straight face. "It's the sort of postmodern deconstructivist style where you need to calm down and really savor the 'beauty of imperfection.'"
Meeting the Slit-Mouthed Woman's increasingly confused and violent gaze, he shifted his tone and gave his conclusion.
"I wouldn't call you pretty, but you're ugly in a very distinctive way. So I can only say... you're so-so."
"So-so"?!
The instant those words fell, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's entire body shuddered! For the first time, an emotion called "bewilderment" appeared in her hollow eyes.
That answer was like an unsolvable virus program, instantly crashing the closed loop of rules she had established.
Pretty? Not pretty?
Yes? No?
In her black-and-white understanding, there had never been a gray area called "so-so"!
[Rule interference successful! Target has fallen into logical confusion for 3 seconds!] [Mental Impact +10! Target Confusion +30%!]
Now!
The moment the feeling of restraint vanished, Qin Feng's survival instinct set the adrenaline in his body ablaze.
But Qin Feng did not run, because he knew perfectly well that three seconds would not even be enough to escape this hospital room!
The Slit-Mouthed Woman stood there blankly, her vacant eyes processing an overloaded logical paradox.
Qin Feng stepped half a pace forward, pointed at her face, and continued driving the knife in.
"Really, let me give you some professional advice. Your lipstick is way too uneven. The left side is practically split to the back of your head, while the right side is still short by a chunk. Anyone with OCD would want to die just looking at it. They wouldn't even wait for you to make a move."
"And those stitches—the threads are all sticking out. Obviously cheap street-stall junk. Find a better tailor, have them go over it with imported silk thread, and I guarantee it'll look refined and last longer. Then you won't have to worry about it splitting open again!"
[Mental Impact +15! Target Confusion +50%!]
Each outrageous remark was like code injection, completely crashing the Slit-Mouthed Woman's logical core.
Insult! This was an insult worse than death!
She could enjoy her prey's fear, but she could not tolerate a human pointing fingers at the "beauty" she took such pride in as though he were judging a defective product!
"You... are... dead!"
Her overwhelming rage forcefully ended her confusion! The Slit-Mouthed Woman let out an inhuman shriek. She would use the purest, most primitive violence to tear this hateful man before her into pieces!
However, Qin Feng had already gained the most precious time.
He had remembered what the Slit-Mouthed Woman feared most.
One hand shot into his pocket, frantically rummaging around before finally closing around a cold, hard metal can.
The super-strength hair spray he had carried for a junior from the art department that afternoon!
The instant the Slit-Mouthed Woman lunged at him in a gust of blood-stinking wind, Qin Feng's body erupted with unprecedented agility. He suddenly crouched low and slid sideways, an awkward move but an incredibly effective one.
"Rip—"
The blade of the enormous scissors grazed past his scalp, severing several strands of black hair. The wind it whipped up stung his cheek!
At the same time, the hair spray in Qin Feng's hand was already precisely aimed at the Slit-Mouthed Woman's horrifying mouth, stretched to its limit.
"Ma'am, you can't let your mouth lose its shape!"
Spouting absurd nonsense, he viciously pressed down on the nozzle with his thumb!
"Hiss—!"
White misty setting spray, mixed with the pungent scent of chemical perfume, poured like a precise venomous snake into the Slit-Mouthed Woman's throat and torn wounds! The moment the hair spray came into contact with the viscous blood and saliva, it triggered a horrifying chemical reaction!
Solidification!
In just one second, the powerful setting agent turned into a hard, translucent gelatinous mass, sealing shut her prized enormous mouth along with her airway!
"Hah... hah-hah..."
The Slit-Mouthed Woman's attack stopped abruptly. She clutched her mouth in agony, making wheezing sounds like a broken bellows as her violent strength rapidly drained away amid suffocation and searing pain.
"Clang!"
The enormous scissors slipped from her hand and smashed onto the concrete floor with a piercing crash.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman fell painfully to her knees, frantically tearing at her frozen mouth with both hands. Her nails carved bloody marks into her flesh, yet she could not budge the solid gel in the slightest.
Qin Feng stood some distance away, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
The weakness of surviving disaster intertwined with an unprecedented thrill, making his entire body tremble faintly.
Looking at the Slit-Mouthed Woman raging helplessly on the ground, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably into an almost deranged smile of enjoyment.
So this was what it felt like to toy with fear in the palm of his hand...
It really felt incredible!
He slowly walked forward, ignoring the way her hate-filled eyes turned pleading. He bent down and picked up the cold, heavy oversized scissors from the ground.
The moment the scissors entered his hand, an icy chill spread up his arm.
[Detected E-rank Cursed Item: Slit-Mouthed Woman's Scissors]
Qin Feng weighed them in his hand and lightly flicked the blade with a finger, producing a clear hum.
Then, beneath the Slit-Mouthed Woman's increasingly terrified gaze, he slowly crouched and gently pressed the cold scissor tip, stained with countless people's blood, against her throat.
Imitating her earlier posture, he tilted his head slightly to one side and asked softly in a tone of utmost gentleness and utmost cruelty.
"Now, it's my turn to ask you."
"Am I handsome?"
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