A strand of hair pierced straight through his shoulder, and the monster became visibly excited.
Pain spread throughout Fang Zhiyi's body, and at the same time, his hair reeked of filth. Suddenly, he remembered something, something from long ago: when he was still a monster, that old fox had written a ridiculous book out of boredom...
Fang Zhiyi looked down, and another clump of hair fiercely stabbed into the spot where his head had been before, piercing straight through the wooden wall.
He was both amused and exasperated. This was the first time he had ever had such a disastrous start, and now he had no choice but to try anything.
"The turbid spirits of heaven and earth, enter my mysterious court! Blood is the guide, qi is the foundation, impurities transform into evil, and demonic power arises spontaneously!"
Whether the incantation worked or not, Fang Zhiyi felt the surrounding air pause for a moment, and then some kind of foul aura began to rush into his body. A huge tearing sensation came, even overshadowing the pain of his shoulder being pierced. Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth and endured it.
The spirit seemed startled by him and instantly retreated, its hair retracting and floating in the air as if it were alive. Its face, devoid of features, revealed no emotion.
Fine beads of blood oozed from the pores, staining the skin and quickly turning it black.
Fang Zhiyi cursed the person who wrote the book in her heart. That day, the sun was shining brightly, and Hu Lai excitedly took out his work for Fang Zhiyi to see. Fang Zhiyi just flipped through it casually. It was written with great knowledge about how humans cultivate demonic power. Hu Lai believed that humans were essentially animals and should be able to cultivate demonic power in the same way. However, these arguments were only theoretical. At the time, Fang Zhiyi also thought this thing was almost nonsense.
But he's helpless now, though that doesn't stop him from cursing the idiot who wrote this! This kind of pain would drive any reasonably normal human being insane, even if they didn't die!
Across several worlds and timelines, Hu Lai, dressed in a suit, was signing autographs for his human fans in a pretentious manner when he suddenly sneezed. Looking up in confusion, he asked, "Hmm? A cold? Wait a minute, I'm a demon, how could I catch a cold? Is someone thinking about me?"
At that moment, the spirit was clearly startled by Fang Zhiyi's change. It could sense an aura suddenly erupting from the human before it, an aura that shared its origin but was far more domineering. It instinctively retreated, withdrawing the black hair that had been wrapped around Fang Zhiyi, which floated in the air as if hesitating.
A moment later, it found the human slumped there, covered in foul-smelling blood, as if he were already dead.
After observing for a while, the spirit decided that the human was smelly and posed no threat. Instead, it found Lin Wanxing, who had run away, more appealing. So, its hair clung to the ceiling, and it began to move away with its entire face.
But just then, a hand stained with black blood suddenly reached out and grabbed a lock of its black hair.
Fang Zhiyi slowly raised her head, her eyes reddening, and a near-maniacal smile curled at the corner of her lips: "You think you can just bully me and run away? Do you think I'm easy to manipulate?"
The spirit instantly flew into a rage, its black hair twisting wildly as it tried to break free, but Fang Zhiyi's hands were like iron clamps, unmoving. It had no mouth, only the ability to make silent struggles, while Fang Zhiyi gripped its black hair, pulling it out in clumps. Dark green sap seeped from the broken ends, and the spirit's "face" contorted in agony, clearly enduring immense pain.
Fang Zhiyi's pulling became increasingly fierce, and in his excitement, he even slapped the spirit, making its entire "face" tremble. Only after he had plucked every last strand of the spirit's black hair, leaving it a completely bald "bald face," did he release his grip, swaying as he sat down, panting heavily. The bald-faced monster, seemingly terrified, wriggled and stumbled away.
Because there is no storyline involving Xiao Hei, he can only perceive the original owner's memories now.
One hundred years ago, this world ushered in an era of technological explosion. However, due to human exploration, we came across a strange dimension. Since then, eerie energy has broken through the barrier between the two worlds and begun to run rampant in the world.
These bizarre occurrences are largely due to the evil consequences of human beings themselves.
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