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The picture opened and what caught the eye was a photo of a waitress.

This was a pretty white girl, her long blonde hair tied into a ponytail behind her head. She wore a black and white waitress outfit, with a warm smile on her face.

Just seeing this, there was nothing strange. It made you feel like this was just a normal restaurant waitress, except that she had quite a few freckles on her face.

Until your eyes moved down, towards her lower body. A chill of horror suddenly arose.

This waitress had no legs!

Her body was cut off at the waist. From the cut, dark red blood vessels extended, connecting to a food cart.

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Ugh, jeez!

Doujin Artist: What the heck is this thing?

Wig Guy: You don’t even need to ask, it must be some kind of spirit, right? But there are even spirits with this kind of form? I’ve really learned something.

Curly-haired Guy: Spirit, my butt! This is no spirit! There’s no such thing as spirits in this world! You’re the boss’s employee, how can you still believe in this kind of ghost story? You should believe in science, believe in materialism!

Scarlet Lotus Fairy: As expected. You never believe in materialism, but when you encounter this kind of thing, you become a materialist.

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: He’s so scared he’s turned into a materialist.

Amegakure Village’s Angel: I remember Anzen-san commenting on this kind of behavior, what was it called?

This is an Actor: Opportunism.

Amegakure Village’s Angel: Ah, that’s right! Opportunism! Judging things by the outcome, not paying attention to the process or dialectic.

Doujin Artist: Expecting Gin to be dialectical, maybe in five thousand years.

Curly-haired Guy: Crap, is this a group criticism? I was just giving my opinion, thinking this wasn’t a spirit! Why am I getting this kind of treatment?

Lin Fengjiao: Since you don’t think she’s a spirit, what is she?

Curly-haired Guy: The latest Terminator model!

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Pfft!

Doujin Artist: Terminator, seriously? Which restaurant would use a Terminator as a waitress? Besides, have you ever seen a Terminator whose lower body is a food cart? What’s the point of making it a food cart?

Curly-haired Guy: Well, maybe the restaurant owner has a special hobby? You know, humans in the world are diverse.

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: No matter how diverse, you can’t turn into a food cart! And didn’t you see her cut is still bleeding? Terminators don’t bleed, right?

Curly-haired Guy: Don’t be fooled, Ruiko-chan! That’s not blood, it’s oil!

Soul Society’s Villain: ...

Doujin Artist: Oil, my foot! Who did you learn this nonsense from?

Machete Girl: I turned on the transfer button, why don’t you come over and see for yourself if it’s oil or blood?

Curly-haired Guy: Believe Gin-san! That’s definitely not blood, Zetsu, it’s oil! How dare a measly Terminator put on a show, Kotonoha-chan, go smash it!

Shark-Faced Guy: They want you to verify it yourself, don’t change the subject.

Doujin Artist: Don’t even think about it, Gin doesn’t dare to go.

Curly-haired Guy: Dare not? Gin-san doesn’t dare? I could take out this kind of half-baked machine with one punch, okay? How could I not dare, you idiot! I’m just a little dizzy right now, it’s not convenient!

Machete Girl: Okay.

Katsura Kotonoha helplessly pouted, she understood what Gin meant by ”not convenient.” But thinking about it, her luck was really bad.

She just randomly picked a restaurant to eat at, and it turned out to be this kind of spooky place.

But it was also her fault for not being careful enough, plus she was distracted by the Soul Society battle in the live broadcast, and didn’t carefully observe the restaurant’s atmosphere and environment.

Only now did she realize that the entire restaurant only had a few kerosene lamps hanging on the walls, and the light was very strange and dim. It was clearly not a color scheme of the living world.

And, it seems like there’s also... Huh? Besides me, there are actually other customers?

Her eyes caught sight of a middle-aged woman sitting in the corner, wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Her eyes were also looking at Katsura Kotonoha, constantly winking.

Uh, what is she trying to say?

Katsura Kotonoha didn’t quite understand, her expression slightly confused. At this moment, the waitress in front of her suddenly said: ”Miss, what kind of service do you need?”

Her voice was very soft, seemingly carrying a special charm. It was as if not answering her would be a sin.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman winked at Katsura Kotonoha even more frequently. Katsura Kotonoha even suspected that her eyebrows might suddenly fall off.

”What kind of service do you need?” The waitress seemed to have not waited for Katsura Kotonoha to speak, and asked again.

However, this time, the waitress’s voice was clearly not as sunny and warm as before, and there was a hint of emptiness and coldness. But at the same time, Katsura Kotonoha clearly felt that the charm had also been significantly increased.

Strange, she clearly wants me to answer? If I really answer, what will happen?

Katsura Kotonoha was a little curious, and even couldn’t suppress the urge to tempt fate.

But before she could speak, the waitress asked again. This time, her voice no longer sounded human. Cold, empty, rigid, mechanical, even the kerosene lamps on the wall began to flicker.

Not only that, but the appearance of the waitress in front of her also changed drastically. Her fair skin turned grayish-blue, the pupils of her eyes turned pure black, and black, dirty blood began to flow slowly from her eyes, ears, and the corners of her mouth.

Grinning, the waitress revealed her mouth full of sharp teeth. Little blood-red worms, like earthworms, rolled constantly between her gums.

Holy crap!

Upon seeing this, Katsura Kotonoha was shocked and quickly used the group’s camera to focus on her cheeks and mouth, taking a picture of this extremely appetite-ruining masterpiece and sending it into the group.

Unsurprisingly, she received universal praise from the group members.

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Ugh! I can’t take it anymore!

Doujin Artist: Crap, crap!

Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Kotonoha, do we have a grudge? Why do you do this?

Curly-haired Guy: Damn it, why? Why can’t I see anything, Gin-san? Where am I, and what am I doing? I can’t see, Gin-san can’t see anything anymore!

Amegakure Village’s Angel: Didn’t you just say this was a Terminator, Gin? How do you explain that now?

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