Chapter 84: The Power of Silver Hair

Chapter 84: The Power of Silver Hair

The next second, there was a sudden burst. And then came the sound of exploding blood vesselsFang Xiu's skin suddenly erupted with crimson blood. In just a moment, he was drenched in blood, and his bones also sounded like they were breaking.

His whole body was in immense pain, like every part of him was being crushed.

However, this pain didn't cause any change in Fang Xiu. His expression remained as calm as still water, It was as though nothing had happened, but his body couldn't hold up any longer and fell straight to the ground.

Just when his face was a few inches from the ground, Fang Xiu's body astonishingly stopped in midair, as if some force was holding him up.

He remained calm, seemingly expecting this.

"Rise," he commanded.

Then, a miraculous scene unfolded. His body stood up straight again, defying gravity.

If someone had walked in at that moment, they would have seen countless thin strands of hair wrapped around Fang Xiu's body. Yes, this was the ability of the hair Specter.

Though Fang Xiu couldn't move his body, his hair was still responsive. He controlled his hair, wrapping it around his body like a puppet on strings, except in this case, the puppeteer was himself.

After standing up, he again controlled his hair. At a thought, numerous silver strands stealthily extended from his black hair. These silver strands, like needles, pierced into his body, beginning to mend his wounds and broken blood vessels. In just a short time, Fang Xiu's bleeding wounds had stopped.

The hair didn't stop there. It worked diligently like a busy worker, splitting into countless strands and spreading out. Some strands went to the corpses of Wang Yanran and others to search them, some cleaned up the battlefield, collecting scattered pieces of throwing knives, while others went into the ruins of Blackwater, retrieving unburned money, gold, and silver jewelry.

These strands of hair were incredibly tough and strong, easily lifting dozens of spiritual coins with a single wrap.

Even Fang Xiu hadn't expected Zhao Hao, the weakling, to have such great abilities. He was capable of challenging opponents beyond his level. But he didn't envy him, as this power came at the cost of being ordinary most of the time, needing a whole day to charge for just two hours of use.

Quickly, following the trail of destruction through the woods, Fang Xiu easily located Zhao Hao.

At this moment, Zhao Hao had already changed to his original, less capable self. He was pinned under several damaged trees, his right leg seemingly trapped.

He was wailing in pain, his eyes red and brimming with tears.

"Help! Xiu! Where are you? Help me!" he cried out.

Due to the darkness, Zhao Hao hadn't noticed Fang Xiu approaching slowly from the shadows. However, Fang Xiu, with his enhanced vision, could see Zhao Hao's miserable state clearly pathetic and tearful.

It was a stark comparison to his earlier confident and proud demeanor. If Fang Xiu hadn't known it was Zhao Hao, he might have doubted if it was the same person.

During the day, Zhao Hao was calling for Xiu to save him, but at night, when the time came, he transformed into someone else entirely.

Fang Xiu checked the time on his phone; it was only midnight, not yet one o'clock, and the two hours hadn't passed, yet Zhao Hao had already changed back from his transformation.

It seemed Zhao Hao's claim of lasting two hours was under non-combat conditions. Originally, when he first tested his abilities at home, it was a test of sexual stamina, lasting for two hours. The specifics of that test were known only to Zhao Hao himself.

While Zhao Hao was panicking, the trees pressing on him suddenly began to crack. He turned pale and trembled. "Is it going to collapse? I'm done for. I don't want to die! I'm still a virgin!"

At that moment, Fang Xiu's voice came from the darkness. "You haven't been one for a long time."

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