Long-Tongued Ghost

"Give—me—back—my—life!"

The instant the last word left her mouth, a scarlet tongue dropped from the woman's mouth.

The long tongue hung all the way to her chest like a wet silk ribbon, swaying incessantly.

Lu Huan shuddered all over and hugged the lamb as she shrank back.

Sun Chengying fared even worse. He rolled straight off the stone stool and landed on the ground on his backside, his face deathly pale.

The female ghost seemed very pleased with their reactions, the smile at her lips deepening.

She was just about to take another step forward and give that tongue another swing.

But Shen Hui suddenly raised his hand.

His five fingers closed, seizing the tongue in a tight grip.

The female ghost's laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Her eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

She tried to retract her tongue, but that hand gripped it tightly, utterly unmoving.

She tugged hard twice more. The tongue slipped a little between Shen Hui's fingers, yet she still could not break free.

Shen Hui even wrapped the tongue around his hand once more and clenched it tighter.

The woman was probably not having a pleasant time.

It was like having one's hair yanked—except what was being yanked was her tongue.

"Wuh... wuh..."

She made a string of muffled noises, grasped the root of her own tongue with both hands, and desperately pulled it back. Even her pale face had flushed red from the strain.

"Let go! You damned Taoist! Stinking ox-nose! Mangy bastard!"

Shen Hui continued holding on without moving.

At last, the female ghost grew furious.

She released her tongue and reached out to claw at Shen Hui, cursing indistinctly through her mouth.

Though her tongue was still clenched in Shen Hui's hand, her mouth could still move. The curses