Eight-Foot Woman, Snow Woman-the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, a lovesick yokai

There was actually a difference between the Eight-Foot Woman and Hachishaku-sama.

The woman was about the same height as the Eight-Foot Woman.

But she looked more like a human woman, with a classic oval face and luminous white skin as fine as exquisite porcelain. Her brows were like distant mountains brushed with ink, and her cherry lips and delicate nose were perfectly proportioned. Hers was a beauty that naturally put people at ease.

Her slender body was wrapped in a long white dress, its hem hanging down, her slim waist contrasting sharply with her exaggeratedly broad shoulders.

"Eight-Foot Woman—see the paragraph comments for the illustration."

Just as Li Dan was about to strike, the woman finally spoke, a flicker of fear passing through her eyes as she looked at him.

"Lord Demon, please forgive me for spying on you. I only just recognized who you are."

Li Dan spoke coldly.

"So you were the one watching me from behind those other times?"

Despite standing over two meters tall, the Eight-Foot Woman had to lower her head to look at Li Dan as she answered timidly.

"Yes. I was only drawn here by the beauty of the human you possessed, Lord Demon."

"Then what's the deal with her?"

Li Dan tossed the other Eight-Foot Woman out. To him, there was no difference between the two except their outward appearance.

"There isn't just one Eight-Foot Woman."

The Eight-Foot Woman tried desperately to explain that she meant no harm, terrified that one wrong move would anger Li Dan and leave her with the same fate as the one before her.

Eight-Foot Women were actually yokai native to Japan.

Many encounters had been recorded throughout history, but one thing was certain: there was more than one of them.

In some cases, they were called