"Give... it... back..."
With that shrill ghostly howl, Chu Renmei completely lost control.
The corpse-oil water in the entire deep pool surged into the sky like boiling magma.
Amid the spray filling the air, countless strands of dripping black hair spread madly in all directions like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
That hair was no longer soft silk threads; it had become sharp steel wires and strangling nooses.
The hair scattered outward, wrapping around the dead trees along the shore and snapping them in an instant. It slithered across the ground like venomous snakes, sealing off every route of escape.
"Careful! Don't let the hair wrap around you!"
Uncle Feng swung his peachwood sword, cutting through several incoming strands, but even more hair came surging in from every direction, seemingly without end.
Even Leon, who had been in a crazed state all along, was startled by the sight.
No one knew where he pulled out an enormous pair of gardening shears. He snipped away at the hair while shouting.
"Whoa! Big sis, your hair's in terrible condition—it's all split ends! Let me trim your bangs for you!"
However, Chu Renmei's resentment had reached its peak. It was pure hatred that had accumulated over decades.
That hair was more than a physical attack; it carried potent hallucinogenic toxins. Once touched, it gave people the suffocating sensation of drowning.
Just as the hair was about to engulf everyone, Li Dan, who had been standing at the edge of Ghost Lake, finally moved.
Li Dan gently shook his head, and a flash of red light passed through his eyes.
He raised his right hand, and two cards radiating terrifying auras appeared in his palm.
"Come out and get some fresh air. Give this old senior a little shock."
"Mary Shaw."
"Annabelle."
As Li