There's a ghost! -- Shen Le, I'm here to protect you!!!

What was an indispensable element of horror movies?

Hair.

Whether it was a single strand or lock of hair, or huge clumps of it;

Whether it was one fine strand drifting softly over to wind around your finger, or countless strands tangling around your ankles;

Whether it floated up from the bottom of a lake, rose from a bathtub, emerged from a sink, or dragged across the floor behind someone with a "creak, creak," blood seeping from it all over the ground—

Any of it could make someone jolt, send a chill crawling up their spine, and make them want to turn and run immediately.

And when hair came surging out in vast quantities, whipping about madly, black and dense enough to fill your entire field of vision, generally speaking—

It was already far too late to run...

And what Shen Le saw now was exactly that: great clumps and thick bundles of glossy, pitch-black hair that filled his vision the moment the Buddhist Shrine was opened.

And the instant it saw the light, the masses of hair rose up like pythons—

"Help!!!"

Shen Le reflexively leaped backward, nearly crashing into the cabinet holding the Makeup Box.

A scream came from behind him. He had no idea whether Lan Zhuang was afraid of being knocked to the floor or had been startled just like him.

Shen Le had no time to tell. Before he had even steadied himself, he jumped sideways again, took three steps in two, and bolted for the door. The Studio erupted into chaos:

[Ghost! A ghost!]

[There's a ghost!]

[Hair ghost!]

[Stop! Don't hurt Shen Le!]

[Shen Le, don't be afraid! I'm coming to protect you!!!]

Shen Le slowly came to a stop. Above him, Silver Light plunged down, spreading into a silver net that blocked