I rushed forward with an arrow, and the painting tube in my hand slashed at the swollen female ghost.

The painttube smashed into her back, like it had been smashed into soft mud. The hair that came into contact with it fell out with a snort.

But soon, all the hair began to grow like crazy again.

Aunt Yuan behind the door fell to the ground with a bang, and I looked back, probably fainting in fright. I don't bother to look at her again, so I'll just let her be here on the floor.

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