"Drip."
Blood was still running down the blade as the girl, limping, took two steps forward.
She seemed to feel no pain at all. Her eyes stared straight at Su Tang's lower body, and a blush of shyness and excitement colored her face.
"Doctor, did you know, I've liked your legs for so long! From the first time I saw you, I couldn't control the desire to have them, to make them mine…"
"These days I've been quietly watching you—by day, at night… I watched you eat, watched you sleep, watched every moment of your every day…"
The words sounded like a confession, spoken in a confessional tone.
But to the listener, they were hair-raising.
Su Tang let out a soft sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
No wonder the dark circles around her eyes were so heavy; no wonder he got a first patient the moment he opened.
Turns out he'd run into a real pervert—someone who had been tailing and peeping on him.
As he spoke, the girl took another step forward. Her body was already pressed up against the desk.
She raised the knife in her hand and leaned her head toward Su Tang's lower body.
Her eyes were full of excitement.
"Doctor, will you do it yourself… or shall I help you?"
The smell of blood hit him in the face.
Su Tang wiped his face with his hand, clearing away the blood that had splashed onto him, then pulled a wet wipe from the box on the desk and slowly, carefully wiped his hands.
Then he lifted his head, looked into the girl's eyes, and said, a little troubled, "You…"
"Your condition is very serious… You're quite ill. You should be hospitalized."
It was serious indeed.
Not only psychologically.
Su Tang saw that, right after he said this, both sides of the girl's body suddenly began to twitch in a bizarre way—as if… as if something were about to grow out.
His brows lifted. He braced both feet against the desk and kicked, the chair skidding backward with the recoil.
"Clang."
The bloody knife fell straight to the floor, burying itself deep in the boards.
If he hadn't pushed off just now, that blade might well have been buried in Su Tang.
But…
The corner of Su Tang's mouth tugged. How was it that the knife's position landed exactly in the middle?
Not the left leg, not the right leg, but the one in the middle?
Your concept of being a leg fetishist is a bit abstract.
"Doctor…"
The girl's voice sounded again. Su Tang reflexively looked up—and immediately regretted it.
The youthful body that had been brimming with freshness a moment ago now seemed bizarre, giving off an extreme sense of distortion:
From her armpits to her ankles, human legs burst out from every spot that had been twitching just now. The leg-roots rubbed and squeezed together, and it was clear these legs came from different owners—some slender, some full-figured, some from men, some from women.
If that body were lying prone on the floor right now, it would look very much like a hundred-footed creature.
A centipede.
Looking at those legs, the girl's eyes showed doting tenderness and reminiscence:
"These are all kinds of beautiful legs I collected. It's a pity their owners were too stingy; they wouldn't exchange with me and even called me a pervert, so I could only kill them. I really had no choice."
"I had thought you were different, Doctor. I thought you and I were both leg-fetishists and would understand each other, but you're no different from them… You've disappointed me too much."
As she spoke, the girl turned her head toward Su Tang, a sickly smile spreading across her face: "So, I've decided not to trade with you. I'm going to take them myself!"
"Mm…"
Su Tang closed his eyes, sounding a little listless.
"Yeah, figures—it's another demon contractor."
Su Tang was not a native of this world.
In other words, he had transmigrated.
When he woke and opened his eyes to find himself in 1997, he once thought he was about to act out the kind of wish-fulfillment plot where you revive the entertainment industry.
He was wrong. Because the place he transmigrated to was called San Francisco.
There was an internationally known criminal organization here—the Black Hand.
And of course, mention the Black Hand and you can't avoid another boss-level existence—the Holy Lord.
Just when Su Tang thought he'd landed in the world of Jackie Chan Adventures, reality slapped him again.
In this world, America actually had gun bans!
And there were no nuclear bombs, no Nazis, and no World War II…
Modern history was entirely different from what he knew.
In its place was a species called "devils."
They are born by relying on human fear, the concrete embodiment of what people fear.
The stronger that fear, the stronger the devils born from it.
Naturally, if there are devils then there are those who hunt them; they are called "devil hunters."
Devil hunters are usually people who have made contracts with devils, paying some price to obtain a portion of a contracted devil's power to hunt devils who wreak havoc in the human world.
Hunters are divided into official devil hunters and civilian devil hunters, the difference being self-evident.
In America, there are more civilians; in Japan, the official hunters are more dominant.
Public order is correspondingly better.
So, without hesitation, Su Tang left San Francisco and came to Tokyo to start a new life.
Relying on the half a million dollars he wrung out of Valmont before leaving, he chose to open a private psychiatric clinic.
After that came what happened today.
"Kid, looks like you've run into trouble."
Waking from his recollection, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded at Su Tang's ear.
The voice wasn't outside; it came from within his head.
It came from deep in his mind, from a dark-cyan stone statue of a coiling dragon that hung there in silence.
The dragon head was grim, its eyes glowing with a ghostly blood-red light.
Such a classic image was none other than the sealed great demon sorcerer—the Holy Lord!
Of course, this wasn't the Holy Lord's true body; that statue was still hanging in the Black Hand's headquarters at the top floor in San Francisco. Without the Rat and Ram Talismans, the Holy Lord had no way to leave that seal and act freely—his soul couldn't even come out.
Originally, this state was supposed to last until the year 2000 when the Talismans emerged, but Su Tang's transmigration let this lord famed for his wisdom (cunning) seize a sliver of opportunity.
By forming a contract with Su Tang, the Holy Lord successfully sent out a wisp of remnant will.
Though this remnant will was very weak, intermittent, and required long slumbers to remain stable, it was the first time in a thousand years the Holy Lord had moved outside the statue. That was naturally significant.
Su Tang would never forget that afternoon: he, newly transmigrated and utterly baffled, was "invited" by the Black Hand to stand before those blood-red dragon eyes:
"Kid, want to sign a contract with me?"
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