Huang Ziya was already in despair. She knew she was about to die from a ghost's resurgence. The eerie hair was terrifyingly thick, as if it connected to the abyss of hell and was trying to drag her entire body inside. There was no way to resist that pull, because the ghost was on her own body.
But she still did not want to give up. She did not want to die like this. If she had wanted to die, she would never have survived until now. She would have broken down and killed herself back when she first became a Ghost Tamer.
Just as Huang Ziya felt her entire body being swallowed by the eerie hair, her hands, which had not yet been consumed, felt someone grab her wrists.
That palm was cold and stiff, without the slightest trace of a living person's warmth. It was as though a corpse had grabbed her.
"Yang Jian."
Huang Ziya, whose vision had been obscured by the eerie hair, was still alive. She realized something, and the fear in her heart was instantly suppressed. Hope of survival surged within her, and she immediately grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.
Huang Ziya wanted to cry out for help, but countless strands of hair were wrapped around her face, leaving only the outline of a human figure beneath the cocoon. Even her mouth was stuffed full of that horrifying black hair.
This hair seemed to have grown not merely from her head, but from every part of her body.
Why can't I speak? He should know what's happening to me, but can he save me in time?
After her initial delight, Huang Ziya became anxious again. She could no longer control the ghost inside her. The ghost was eroding her, and even if Yang Jian had