"Excuse me, is your hair black or white?" Fang Xiu calmly stared at the old man's head of black hair and asked.
The old man looked quite surprised: "My hair has been white for ten years."
Suddenly, Fang Xiu smiled.
A smile appeared on his fair, calm face, revealing his pearly white teeth, as he spoke slowly and deliberately, "Have you never died before?"
The old man froze, then growled angrily, "What are you talking about! You..."
"No!" A scream echoed from the distance.
Whoosh!
A silver flash streaked through the air.
A sharp surgical knife sliced through the air, also slicing through the old man's throat.
The old man's eyes widened suddenly, his body trembling, his face filled with disbelief.
Zhao Hao and the fat man were both stunned. Whether it was killing that couple earlier or killing the old man now, Fang Xiu was like a murderous demon, killing without hesitation.
Shen Lingxue rushed over quickly, glaring at Fang Xiu angrily: "What do you think you're doing! How could you kill an ordinary person! You....."
Before she could finish speaking, Fang Xiu interrupted her: "He's not an ordinary person."
Fang Xiu pointed at the old man's neck. Shen Lingxue looked over and froze in place.
There was not a single drop of blood flowing from the old man's neck. What she saw inside the wound was not flesh and blood, but strands of severed hair! Black, shiny hair!
"Hair... hair!?"
At that moment, the air suddenly froze, and the entire village seemed to be enveloped by an invisible, overwhelming terror, plunging into complete silence.
It was as if the entire world had been paused, with everything falling silent.
The villagers who had been walking on the road froze in place, motionless, like puppets.
"Everyone, be careful!" Shen Lingxue instantly realized something and hurriedly warned everyone to be on guard.
At that moment, the old man whose throat had been slit by Fang Xiu raised his head. His eyes were lifeless, and he emitted an inhuman growl. The severed hair on his neck began to grow back and heal.
Swish!
Fang Xiu slashed his neck again, not giving the old man a chance to heal and transform, directly interrupting the spell.
This time, even the head was severed, and the broken neck was covered in black hair stubble, densely packed.
However, this time, the hair did not regrow, as he had utilized the power of pain. Under the influence of this power, the hair not only ceased to regrow but began to wither and dry out.
Yet Fang Xiu felt no joy in his heart, for there were too many villagers.
There were at least a hundred villagers in Blackwater Village, and those nearby had already gathered around.
More villagers were continuously arriving.
The villagers' faces no longer showed any trace of innocence or kindness; instead, they were filled with a sinister aura. The black, shiny hair on their heads began to grow wildly, resembling tiny black snakes writhing about.
Facing so many villagers, even the seasoned spirit master Shen Lingxue couldn't help but show a look of despair on her face.
"Damn it! These villagers are all ghost slaves! The intelligence was wrong. A ghostly entity capable of controlling so many ghost slaves isn't a D-rank ghostly entity. It's at least C+, or even B!" In her panic, Shen Lingxue blurted out the truth.
However, Fang Xiu didn't pay attention to this, because he had finally figured out an important question.
That was why there wasn't a single illusory entity in the entire Black Water Village.
Because... there wasn't a single living person in the entire village!
No matter what form they took, the purpose of those illusory entities was only one: to eat people. Therefore, they could only exist in places where there were living people.
Heishui Village was in the mountains, already extremely remote and sparsely populated. Now that everyone in the village had become ghost slaves, it meant there was not a single living person within several kilometers. Over time, naturally, no ghosts would linger there.
That was why Heishui Village had no ghost domain and no ghosts could be seen.
"Roar!!"
Countless villagers erupted into inhuman roars, then charged toward the crowd like zombies.
Shen Lingxue's expression grew somber. She clenched her teeth and said, "We can't fight them head-on. I'll use my flames to clear a path. Follow me and break through.
Fang Xiu, if I'm not mistaken, the scalpel in your hand is a supernatural weapon, right? This knife is very sharp and can cut through hair.
The strength of this hair is extremely high; even my flames would need to burn for several seconds to reduce it to ashes. Therefore, currently only the two of us can harm these strange slaves.
I will lead the way. You deal with the scattered strange slaves. Liu Shuai and Zhao Hao, the two of you follow Fang Xiu and act!"
As Shen Lingxue gave the order, two blazing, bright fireballs were thrown into the crowd.
Boom! Boom!
The villagers blocking the front were instantly blown away, and a few were even turned into burning figures, engulfed in flames.
A brief opening appeared in the encirclement, and the group rushed toward it. However, before they could take two steps, the villagers closed in again.
Boom! Boom!
Shen Lingxue continuously bombarded the villagers attempting to approach with flames. Though the attacks were powerful, she could only incinerate three or five villagers at a time, and such intense exertion caused her spiritual energy to deplete rapidly.
Zhao Hao and the Fat Man, though showing fear on their faces, also drew their pistols and fired continuously at the villagers.
Unfortunately, pistols were ineffective against the Gui Nu. Even if a bullet pierced their bodies, countless strands of hair would immediately seal the wound, leaving them unharmed. The guns could only delay their advance.
The group had only managed to flee a few dozen meters before they were surrounded by an ever-growing number of villagers.
What was even more terrifying was that Shen Lingxue's spiritual energy was nearly depleted. The fireballs in her hands were visibly shrinking in size, her face growing paler by the second, and a look of despair began to appear in her beautiful eyes.
At that moment, a scream echoed through the air.
It was Zhao Hao!
Several strands of hair defied gravity, floating toward Zhao Hao and wrapping around his neck.
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
Zhao Hao clutched the hair around his neck with both hands, his eyes bulging and his face flushed red.
"Stop... Brother, save..."
Swish!
A silver light flashed, and the hair around Zhao Hao's neck snapped.
"Huff... ah..." Zhao Hao gasped wildly, still shaken.
However, the danger was not over. The next moment, the hair of countless villagers defied gravity and floated into the air, then shot toward Zhao Hao like sharp swords. The dense mass of hair formed a large net, instantly engulfing Zhao Hao.
Fang Xiu kept swinging his scalpel, but the scalpel was too small, and there was too much hair. Even if he cut off strand after strand, the hair of over a hundred villagers would take days or even nights to cut, even if a professional hairdresser were brought in.
Thus, Zhao Hao died.