Looking up, it was He Qingshan! He grabbed his hair from the ceiling and pulled it. A female voice screamed. The black hair wildly swung around and wrapped around He Qingshan four limbs. I wanted to shout out to be careful, but when I opened my mouth, my throat was sore. I could only watch as the He Qingshan was wrapped around by the hair. He Qingshan stood with a horse-striding step. My right hand was pulling the hair I had just caught, but my feet were pulled by the hair and sliding towards the center of the room. I gritted my teeth and tried to rush forward to help He Qingshan, but I didn't expect He Qingshan to open my mouth and yell at me, telling me not to obstruct him. I had to retreat to the side.
He Qingshan spat out a mouthful of saliva on the torn hair in his hand. He twisted h
