The female ghost struggled desperately, its face a mask of shock and fury. When had it ever suffered such humiliation? Its hair, once disheveled, should have been soft strands, but now they had become blades sharp enough to pierce a chest.
The strands of hair drifted in the air. The sight was utterly bone-chilling, yet Su Nian just laughed.
A playful smile appeared on her face.
"So you like your hair this much, huh? No wonder you take such good care of it. Turns out it's a weapon, too."
The female ghost's hair continued to splay wildly, but upon hearing Su Nian's words, its body seethed with even greater rage. In a fit of supreme fury, its entire head of hair shot toward Su Nian like a volley of spikes.
Su Nian moved in and viciously grabbed its head. The female ghost was completely under her control.
Su Nian yanked its hair, treating it like a porcupine, as if she wanted to rip the quills from its body.
