"Grandmaster Zhou went into the village and still hasn't come out. There might be even greater danger in there!" someone shouted, looking troubled.
"This is our only chance."
Zhao Xiaodong shook his head and resolutely charged toward the village.
Naturally, Yang Zhi and Zhao Qian beside him followed without another word, and several others chose to follow Zhao Xiaodong as well.
Sister Qin hesitated, with a group of people following her.
The Hanged Female Ghost suddenly appeared behind them. A hanging rope dropped down and bound a teenage girl, about to claim another life.
"Stop!!"
Sister Qin shouted desperately, her hair growing wildly as she strained to hold on to the girl's body, while some of it attacked the Hanged Female Ghost.
A cold, sinister aura spread through her hair.
Every tree it brushed began withering at a visible rate, as though its vitality had been drained away.
Her hair grew even more abundant.
Clearly, Sister Qin was far from ordinary, her ability bizarre and powerful.
In the blink of an eye, a black sea of hair tightly enveloped the Hanged Female Ghost.
Everyone looked delighted.
Yet Sister Qin's expression remained grim, because no matter how hard she tried, she could not pull the girl down.
Not only that, but amid a burst of eerie laughter, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck as something touched it. Looking down, she saw a bloodstained rope.
"What!?"
Sister Qin paled in shock. She found herself unable to move, left only to stand there wide-eyed, waiting to die.
Just then, a deep shout rang out.
"You ghostly thing! Look at me!!" Zhao Xiaodong, who had already charged out of the woods, had returned at some point and was staring up intently at the Hanged Female Ghost in the tree.
His eyes turned