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Chapter 82: The Forbidden Woman

ssing it, but also a hint of admiration for the strong.He was a skilled driver and scout, even among that group of mercenaries. Not only could those ahead detect his pursuit, but they could also effor...The black hole was at the corner of the wall and ceiling, an inky blackness within, as if a cloud of black mist was swirling inside.

"When did this place get a hole"

Wu Ling had some doubts in her heart and unconsciously picked up a flashlight, shining it towards that direction.

But the moment his flashlight was raised, it hadn't shone upon that black hole yet.

Suddenly!

A large blob, like ink, came directly out of the hole.

"Wow, what the heck is this!"

Wu Ling's pupils shrank, and she reacted quickly, taking a few steps back and nimbly turning to dodge the black ink.

However, he hadn't even stood firm yet.

Suddenly, his ankle tightened, followed by a sharp pain in his calf.

Wu Ling hurriedly lowered her head and saw that her calf was covered in black strands that looked like hair at some point.

Those black threads kept climbing up his ankle, tightly wrapping around his legs.

Wu Ling only felt a pain in her thigh, followed by a feeling of icy coldness and stickiness. Her leg felt like it had been injected with anesthesia, heavy and numb.

This tingling, numb feeling is just like Wu Ling's experience in her past life when she was playing on a mountain and accidentally stepped on a poisonous snake disguised as a stick. She got bitten once, and that's exactly what it feels like.

"Gosh, I hope this thing isn't poisonous or full of bacteria or anything."

He stared at the black threads spreading relentlessly up his leg, stomping his foot hard, trying to tear his leg away.

But the black strands, like hair but sticky as glue, clung to his legs, impossible to break free.

At the same time, those things suddenly surged onto him, winding along his abdomen and around his chest.

Wu Ling felt these things constantly wriggling, her wrist tensing as she quickly grabbed them. They were like tentacles made of black hair.

Then it circled around his wrist a few times, preventing it from crawling onto his face.

He looked at the black hair on his wrist, which looked like tiny snakes, and couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. He was astonished:

"Wow, so much hair and it's still moving! Is there a combination of Rapunzel and Medusa living inside"

But are these Disney princesses' hunting grounds so vast now Bundled play So thrilling to play with

Wu Ling looked at the hair in her hand, writhing like maggots, her face full of surprise as she tugged at it, wanting to throw them away.

But these hairs, as if they had a mind of their own, the more Wu Ling struggled, the tighter they gripped.

Wu Ling's bare skin was even grazed by these hairs, leaving faint red marks.

His hair kept tangling around his arms, some even wriggling from his wrists into his clothes.

Wu Ling felt an itch in her lower back, and her face darkened.

Just as I was about to grit my teeth and braid all of this hair around my wrist, a sudden gust of cold wind hit me from behind.

He immediately realized that there might be someone behind him, and hurriedly turned his head to glance back.

Yet he only saw a body, thin and emaciated, covered in boils, standing hunched over behind him, looking down on him.

Wu Ling, out of the corner of her eye, saw a gash on this 'person's' shoulder, as if it had been slashed open by a blade. There was also a large footprint on its chest, where its shirt had been ripped apart.

He couldn't help but twitch his lips and let out a sigh in his heart.

"Well met, wouldn't you know it. I was wondering where that thing ran off to so fast. Looks like it made this hole in the wall. Clever creature, even knew to call for backup."

At that moment, the other person behind him, as if realizing he had been discovered.

It suddenly roared from its mouth, its body flashing as it quickly charged towards Wu Ling. Its sharp claws thrust directly at his back heart.

This move was fierce, even the claws slashing through the air made a whistling sound.

If he got stabbed this time, I guess Wu Ling wouldn't worry about whether the hair on his body had bacteria or not.

He could go straight to the heavenly all-expenses-paid vacation party.

Wu Ling heard the tearing sound beside her ear, let out a 'tsk' from her mouth, and her aura shifted slightly.

He moved his wrist, tangled in his hair, enduring the strands biting into his skin. With a determined bend, he dodged the assailant's swift attack. Reacting quickly, he kicked its knee with a powerful thrust.

With all his might, Wu Ling kicked the other person to the ground. He raised his fist and was about to strike the person's neck.

However, just as his fist was about to strike the man's neck, he suddenly heard a woman's somewhat mournful voice in his ear:

"Sir, why don't you look at me"

"Holy crap, what sound is that"

This sudden shout startled Wu Ling, causing her hand to tremble. She hastily turned back to see who it was.

Just then, the person who had been lying on the ground suddenly sprang up. He let out a roar and with his sharp claws, lunged straight for Wu Ling's chest.

The sharp claws were about to pierce Wu Ling's skin.

In the blink of an eye, a large hand suddenly grasped Wu Ling's wrist and pulled him into the embrace.

Wu Xiehuan embraced Wu Ling's shoulder, the dagger in his hand thrust straight towards that sharp claw.

"Bang!"

A silvery-grey dagger, in a flash, deflected the venomous talons' attack.

When the two collided, they actually sparked a piece of fire, and the dazzling light was very obvious in the dark basement.

Wu Ling, through the brief yet brilliant flash of firelight, locked eyes with the familiar face before her. A tremor ran through her heart: "Brother."

"Hmm."

Wu cast a sideways glance at him, scrutinizing him from head to toe. When she realized he was unharmed, she let out a breath of relief.

He put his hand on Wu Ling's shoulder, and the dagger in his hand flashed directly at the cripple's chest.

With a sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh, Wu Xie's face was splashed with several drops of black blood.

And that man, his whole body covered in boils, was killed outright with a single blow.

Wu Xie's series of actions were extremely clean and efficient, from parrying the knife to delivering the killing blow, the whole process taking less than a second.

Wu Ling looked at the scene before her, her mouth agape in surprise.

Wow, this is so cool!

If his hand wasn't being tightly entangled by his hair at this moment, he would have even wanted to smack his own older brother.

His older brother is totally the coolest! Wow! That's so awesome!

No man can refuse a hero who both wields a blade and saves his own.

The most important thing is that this hero is still his own older brother and idol.

Wu Ling looked at her older brother with admiration, her big eyes sparkling like they were filled with stars.

After eliminating Hu Xie, the dagger in Wu Xia's hand rapidly flipped and slashed toward Wu Ling's hair on his head.

But for some reason, it was a dagger that could instantly kill a person.

When facing soft hair, it's like chopping through a clump of fluffy cotton.

Though these hairs were difficult to sever, Wu Xie’s single slash managed to leave some marks on them.

Wu Ling seized the opportunity, with a forceful flick of her wrist, she broke free from the restraints.

He shook the hair still clinging to his body, and was pulled back several steps by Wu.

His gaze fell on the red mark on his wrist, strangled by his hair. His brows furrowed, his hand didn't dare to exert any force, he gently touched it, his eyes full of heartache:

"Does it hurt"

Wu Ling also glanced at the red mark on his wrist. When he saw that the skin on his wrist had been cut and bled, he shook his head nonchalantly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

He casually wiped the slight bloodstains on his wrist onto his body, then looked up at his older brother with bright eyes and praised him:

"Dude, you were so awesome just now! Those moves were so cool, especially that sideways kick, it was totally badass!"

When Wu Xie heard Wu Ling's energetic voice, his brow relaxed slightly. He reached out and gently squeezed the tip of his finger:

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you later, but we need to solve these first."

As he spoke, Wu Xie reached out and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses on his face, looking up at the hair that had almost completely covered the ceiling in just a few seconds.

Wu Ling also raised her head and glanced at the dense hair on her head.

He shrugged, and for the first time realized he might have some kind of phobia about crowds.

"Bro, what is this thing Did Black Mountain Old Demon become a spirit"

After putting on his wire-rimmed glasses, Wu Xie's eyes dimmed slightly. He spoke in a low voice:

"Witch."

When Wu Ling heard this, her eyes widened in surprise.

Although he had some suspicions beforehand, when his older brother confirmed it, he still felt a bit unbelievable.

This banshee is too ugly, she looks just like a monkey peach come to life.

He opened his mouth, just about to speak, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from above his head.

Then, suddenly, a mass of hair surged out from the dark cave, rushing towards the two people.

Wu Ling's pupils contracted, and she instinctively took a step back, feeling a surge of surprise.

What does the scene look like

A head of hair that sprawls like ink, sweeping in an unstoppable tide. The strands swirl endlessly, filling every corner.

Suddenly, Wu Ling felt an itch on her neck.

It was like something slimy was dripping straight down from the back of his head.

He swallowed nervously, holding his flashlight up to glance at the ceiling above him.

When she saw the scene above, Wu Ling's pupils shrank instantly, and she muttered, "Damn it."

Only a clump of hair, reeking and foul, hung from the ceiling down to his shoulders.

When Wu Ling looked up, his eyes fell upon a ghastly and sinister face hidden within the darkness of the hair.

This face was especially terrifying, perhaps having been burned at some point. It was covered in hideous scars and yellow subcutaneous fat, looking like the grotesquely decaying corpse of a monster.

At this moment, the female cultivator was staring fixedly at Wu Ling, her eyes filled with hatred and greed.

Wu Ling's mind was a blank. She stared straight at the face before her.

At this moment, the banshee suddenly moved. From her jet-black hair, a pale hand reached out, slowly approaching Wu Ling's neck.

"My beloved, I finally found you. It's so cold here, could you give me a hug"

This woman's voice was gentle, yet it seemed to carry a hypnotic, alluring quality. Hearing it caused a moment of daze, as if all men in the world who were infatuated with women would be unable to resist.

When Wu Ling heard the sound, his thoughts seemed to freeze at first, and he instinctively wanted to do what the voice had said.

But soon he reacted, his mind suddenly clearing. A thick feeling of disgust rose in his heart.

Perhaps Wu Ling did not notice at this time, due to the reason of his body carrying the bloodline of the Biàn beast.

He had an instinctive aversion to all evil, as well as a certain ability to suppress it.

After regaining his composure, he stared blankly at the decaying corpse sprawled before him with its arms outstretched in a silent plea for embrace. He took a deep breath.

He punched the face directly and cursed:

"What are you dreaming about Think I'll hug you You think my kindness is something you can take advantage of Dream on!"

Wu Ling didn't know how much force she had put into this punch. All she heard was a *pa*.

He punched the woman's nose straight in, making it cave in. Her eye sockets were also bruised and swollen, with a yellow pus oozing out.

The jian po was struck, her body thrown backward with a shiver, even her hair receding in fear.

At this time, the banshee's face was filled with not only pain but also bewilderment and confusion. It seemed she couldn't understand why that seemingly powerful human had been swayed by her.

But the seemingly helpless and inexperienced human before my eyes could instantly wake from his own bewilderment.

After Wu Ling threw a punch, several drops of black blood splashed onto his face.

A newfound ruthlessness seemed to have appeared on a face that was originally innocent and harmless.

His punch was entirely a reflex, an instinctive reaction born from some inexplicable surge of anger within him.

But unexpectedly, when Wu Ling threw the punch, she discovered that the nun in front of her was actually afraid of pain.

He raised an eyebrow in some surprise, his mind suddenly recalling a sentence he had seen online once.

Demons fear evil people. No matter how powerful something is, it fears physical attacks.

Wu Ling thought about this, tilted her head, and her tongue unconsciously licked her canine teeth.

He looked at the nun before him, her face as if beaten by himself, and a guileless smile rose on his face.

"So even ghosts are afraid of pain."

The banshee curled up her body, and on the face hidden beneath her hair, a very spiteful expression appeared.

It roared from its mouth, but instead of charging at Wu Ling, it lunged toward Wu Xie, who was being held by several other female guards nearby.

Wu Ling saw this scene, her mouth instantly cursed, and hurriedly reached out to grab the head of the forbidden woman, pulling it back.

"Damn it, you little trash! Weren't you acting all cocky just a moment ago Now that things are tough, you run to my brother You're like a fly swatted on a tiger's head — looking for death!"

The banshee was grabbed by the hair, a painful roar escaping her lips as her sharp claws instantly lashed out at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling shrank her neck and dodged hastily, but the banshee's claws were too long; a long bloodstain couldn't help but appear on her face.

Although Wu Ling usually likes to act cute and playful, when serious matters arise, she doesn't back down. She's also not the type to suffer losses.kle all the physical labor himself.That large hand, marked with calluses and scars, carefully pulled apart the dusty tables one by one, checking for anything useful that might be hidden underneath.One...

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