Chapter 4: The Enchantress

"Interesting prey, but where can you escape when you're caught in a silk net!"

The monster bathed in the moonlight turned around, revealing a face with indistinguishable facial features, as if there were countless faces changing, sometimes pure, sometimes charming. The only thing that hasn't changed is a pair of pink eyes with strange eyes, which roll around, looking for hidden prey.

The jet-black hair that coiled around her body like a waterfall was tucked up to her waist, revealing the original short bushido women's outfit and a handful of scarlet ribs.

After a fruitless search, I saw her jump slightly, the hem of her clothes fluttering in the wind, and landed on tiptoe where Shang Biao had just stayed, picking up the broken hair.

"Sniff ~ Sure enough, it's the taste of humans, Onmyoji?"

The wings of her nose twitched, and she smelled the residual smell on her hair, and the strange woman guessed to herself.

Shang Biao, who was hidden not far away, held his breath, and his body was wrapped around Yuehua Yin Qi, and he blended into the surroundings with the help of the ghost boy's blinding method.

After staying for a sufficient amount of time, the malicious peep took effect, and the banshee's message was returned.

The Evil Hair Enchantress - Siro

Race: Hair Ghost

Cultivation: 100 years

Talent: Hair Manipulation,??

Note: She was the sister of the emperor during her lifetime, and because she was afraid of old age and decay, she took the life of 999 young girls, bathed in her blood, and was immortal for life.

After death, he turned into a ghost because of his unjust soul, and he still harmed others, and every time he met a woman who was more beautiful than himself, he would take away his soul and appearance, and integrate his essence and blood into his hair.

At the moment when the malicious peep took effect, countless strands of hair shot towards Shang Biao's position like sharp arrows.

The more malicious peeping is used, the more Shang Biao feels the weakness of this skill, especially in the face of some opponents with high perception and who do evil more than himself, accidents will happen every time, just like now, exposing his position.

Fortunately, Shang Biao had been prepared, and after dodging the attack of the hair, a fine light burst out from his eyes, and after opening the magic eye, the magic sword in his hand swung in turn to cut off the hidden hair strands around him.

At the same time, the ghost boy also emerged from the shadows and attacked the haired ghost Siro.

The additional ability of the magic sword is limited, but as a silver-level prop, it is no less than any divine blade in the world, and it can easily cut off the hair that is entangled in Shang Biao's body, and now it can easily destroy the surrounding hair.

A red light flashed through the corpse ring, and Wushuang took the initiative to come out to help,

"Little Onmyoji, although you look beyond the lower limit of human beings, these two Shikjini are beautiful and have the qualifications to become my collection."

Siluo lightly flashed the surprise attack of the ghost boy, slid down the hair, returned to Skull Mountain, and said condescendingly to Shang Biao.

"Hehe, that's a coincidence, I'm also very interested in your soul."

Shang Biao sneered and shot back.

In the process of talking to Silo, he didn't stop his hand, the blade of the magic sword cut through the palm of his hand, the blood instantly stained the sword body, and the power of pure yang and evil was emanated, making Siluo on Skull Mountain frown subconsciously.

"What a nasty feeling, you are such an ugly person who does not deserve to live in this world, go and die!"

Dozens of strands of hair were entwined around Siluo's ten fingers, his arms were dragged back, the ground was raised, and three large, strange-shaped white bone puppets broke through the ground.

Two of them scattered to kill Shang Biao and the blood corpse, and only one remained in place, guarding against the ghost boy who was hiding in the shadows.

"Bang"

Shang Biao's magic sword slashed down the white bone claws that attacked him, and at the same time, he was also hit by the other arm of the white bone puppet and flew upside down.

Losing the talisman method that he usually used as a way to protect himself, Shang Biao's own problems were also exposed.

The Taoist priest is obviously a profession similar to the dual cultivation of monsters, but he is seriously biased, and the melee experience methods are still at the level of newcomers, and there is almost no progress.

While dodging the white Gu puppet, Shang Biao was also thinking about a way to break the enemy.

All ghosts need a shelter, just like the skull of a ghost child.

The parasitic object is equivalent to the role of the physical body, otherwise the soul body will dissipate all the time without restraint.

Although destroying the parasitic objects will not make them scatter, it will also greatly weaken the strength of the ghost spirits.

Generally speaking, unless there are artificially bred ghosts such as ghost children, the lodges of wild ghosts will hide in the places where they often haunt.

Shang Biao is not sure if this ghost silk will hide her body here, but judging from the information obtained from malicious peeping, her body is very likely to be related to the essence and blood hair.

"Wushuang, the place where the essence and blood around are most concentrated!"

Shang Biao rolled on a lazy donkey and dodged the heavy punch of the white bone puppet that had reconnected his arm with his hair, and said to the bloody corpse fighting the side.

He has poor experience in melee combat, and the blood corpse has a magical power, but his strength is not as good as Shang Biao. However, she also knows her weaknesses, so she directly manipulates the blood into several tentacles to trap her opponent firmly.

At the moment, he was hesitating and didn't know whether to help Shang Biao or join forces with the ghost boy to deal with Siro.

Hearing Shang Biao's order, he suddenly closed his eyes as if he had a backbone.

"Click~"

When Shang Biao was distracted by the ghost boy, he broke out and rolled on the ground, and the magic sword slashed the bones of the white bone puppet.

At the moment when the huge body tilted, from the bottom up, a sword flower danced in his hand, cutting off most of the hair attached to the puppet's limbs.

His melee experience is lacking, but the combat experience accumulated through several films is still there, and he has long discovered that these puppets are nothing more than manipulated by hair.

Of course, these puppets that Siro carefully collected are not unable to move after their hair is cut off, and it can be seen from the tidal wave of hair gushing out around them that it is not difficult for this hair ghost to reconnect and manipulate the puppets.

A true fire talisman appeared in Shang Biao's hand, and after the mana was activated, the talisman turned into a flame not much bigger than when the match was burned.

However, as long as there is fire, the flames fell on the skeleton of the puppet Bai Sensen, and were ignited by Shang Biao's mana, spreading rapidly.

"You ugly bastard, how dare you destroy my toys!"

Silo pulled back the puppet-like hair in time, and she was just angry that the white bone puppet was destroyed, if her long-cherished hair was burned, even if she killed Shang Biao, she couldn't make up for it.

Seeing Siluo so afraid of flames, Shang Biao also felt sorry in his heart.

If the Dao Law is not restricted, this obvious weakness will be a thunderbolt at most.

This fantasy only flashed in his mind, and from the True Fire Talisman, he could deduce to what extent the Thunder Law would be weakened, and it was estimated that he would not even be able to tickle it once the thunder fell.

Seeing Shang Biao burning the white bone puppet with flames, the ghost boy also summoned a cloud of yin fire, but her act of painting a cat and a tiger was self-defeating.

Far from hurting the bone golem, the Yin Fire was absorbed by the hair manipulated by Silo, making it tougher and sharper.

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