722 What Was Its Name?

Naga-ashi was unusually quiet on their way back. 

Compared to several hours ago, it now looked even more like a duoluozhong. A dark shade glazed over its eyes, emanating a chill that reminded Lin Sanjiu of a reptile's slitted eyes. Lin Sanjiu felt the tension building, and she had no idea why she still hired the kuchisake-onna as her guide.

After Lin Sanjiu had paid the kuchisake-onna for its service, both of them began to walk back. It was already 4 a.m., and the night finally reached the climax of its darkest hour. The air was vibrating and the ground was thumping. The entire street was filled to its repletion with the wildest revelry and unceasing merriment. It was a sight that Lin Sanjiu had never seen before.