As that grating voice echoed through the courtyard, I saw the long black hair in front of us begin to writhe violently, as if something monstrous was about to crawl out from inside it.
A moment later, the hair shot into the air and surged toward us like a wave. The strands twisted and hardened, forming sharp, needle-like points that danced through the air with eerie precision.
Facing the incoming attack, He Shu took a single step forward. Her face remained calm and expressionless, not the slightest hint of fear. In her hand, the willow branch lashed out, striking the airborne strands with a sharp c***k.
As the branch struck the hair, a loud sizzling sound filled the air. Some of the hair recoiled immediately, but not all. I saw the faceless ghost tilt her head a full ninety degrees, and
