Just as Sun Hang was about to step forward for a closer look, a shrill scream suddenly came from the main house behind him.
"Give me back my son's life!"
"Huh? What the hell?"
Sun Hang turned around and saw a "woman" with disheveled hair rush out of the main house.
"She" wore a filthy, tattered hemp robe. Every part of her body except her head was wrapped in the robe, but even that head was completely concealed by long, dirty black hair that dragged along the ground, making it impossible to see the "woman's" face.
However, judging from the outline of the robe, this "woman" was extremely gaunt. Her chest and back were practically indistinguishable—and with neither her hands, feet, nor face visible, Sun Hang could not even tell whether she was facing him or had her back turned.
"Are you cosplaying Sadako?" Sun Hang asked. "Is there a well in this courtyard?"
"Give me back my son's life!"
The other party shrieked in a piercing voice. In an instant, an enormous mass of hair surged out from beneath her robe and wildly coiled toward Sun Hang.
Caught off guard, Sun Hang's left wrist was immediately wrapped in black hair. The strands felt sticky and greasy, yet were extraordinarily sharp. The moment they wrapped around his wrist, they sliced open his skin and sank deep into his flesh.
Yet what puzzled Sun Hang was that the wound on his wrist did not hurt at all. Instead, it sent up an unbearably itchy sensation that made his scalp tingle.
"Poison?"
Without giving it much thought, Sun Hang drew his blade and cut through the hair. He jerked his wrist hard, flinging the strands embedded in his flesh onto the ground.
"Give me back my son's life!" This Sadako cosplayer did