novelraw Chapter 187 - 188: Alopecia Areata
Chapter 187 - 188: Alopecia Areata
Except for the Ghost Baby, which was utterly terrified.
The bullet comments were a stream of excited messages.
[Ghostly Worry, that’s an understatement.]
[Even Satan would take a backseat to the Heavenly Venerate.]
[All I can say is, this is intense!]
Watching the Ghost Baby struggle desperately, Su Nian showed no mercy.
She efficiently set it right on the stove. The moment the flame touched the Ghost Baby, it was instantly enveloped in fire, which spread to engulf its entire body.
The SIZZLE of roasting flesh and agonized shrieks rang out in unison. Qing Ran unconsciously swallowed. ’This is truly brutal!’
The other ghosts couldn’t help but shiver, looking at the hanged ghost, which was frantically rubbing its eyes and panting nonstop.
Then they looked at the Ghost Baby being forcefully held on the stove by Su Nian and couldn’t help but retreat. ’This is way too savage!’
Seeing the ghosts that had been approaching, Su Nian lifted the Ghost Baby, the smile on her face as gentle as ever.
"Are you... here for a bite of meat?"
The Ghost Baby was in too much pain to even scream anymore. Seeing its miserable state, the other ghosts couldn’t help but take another step back in unison.
Forget it. They couldn’t afford to provoke her. Even the Daoists were at a loss for words.
’Here to save Su Nian?’
’What a joke. This bunch of ghosts seemed to be the ones who needed saving.’
[The streamer is a real badass!]
[I feel like this is so cruel!]
[It’s disgusting, but I can’t look away. I’ve got goosebumps all over.]
Seeing the ghosts retreat in unison, Su Nian just smiled.
Holding the Ghost Baby, she took a step forward. "Are you here to cause trouble for me?"
"No, we wouldn’t dare!"
The paranormal atmosphere seemed to vanish in that instant. The ghosts, each with a unique and terrifying appearance, were now all staring at Su Nian with pale faces.
They were terrified she would take another step toward them—after all, a clear warning was right there in front of them.
As Su Nian drew closer, a few of the less resilient ghosts even began to tremble all over.
’This Demon... I think she’s looking at me!’
’Mommy, save me!’
The tables had turned far too quickly. One moment they were a pack of vicious, man-eating monsters; the next, they were as meek as well-behaved little boys.
’Even if our master punishes us when we get back, it’s better than not getting back at all!’
Su Nian then turned to look at Qing Ran.
She casually pulled out a thick stack of talisman paper.
"Take these ghoulish things away. I’m dead tired."
Su Nian’s tone was casual, and she even let out a yawn.
Qing Ran was no spring chicken, but he had to admit he’d never seen such a spectacle. He swallowed nervously, his heart pounding, but still found himself nodding in agreement.
Who would’ve thought that seeing Qing Ran nod would make the ghosts look so utterly relieved.
Qing Ran: ???
’What’s that supposed to mean? Are they looking down on me?’
Su Nian said no more and turned to leave.
But unexpectedly, the act of her turning away gave these Evil Ghosts a surge of confidence.
A strange female ghost, who had been floating by the window with a bizarre smile, couldn’t resist the urge to take a shot at Su Nian.
’I can’t beat her head-on, but an attack from behind should work!’
Its head floated over like a bizarre balloon, moving with incredible speed. In less than a second, it was pressed against Su Nian’s back.
It smiled. ’As long as I stick to her back, I’ve succeeded.’
But in that very instant, Su Nian felt the sticky sensation on her back. Of course, Su Nian was no pushover.
Even without seeing it, her reflexes were lightning-fast. She spun around and, with a backhand grab, seized the balloon-head by its hair.
She gave it a few tugs, then gathered her strength and pulled, stretching it out like a game of tug-of-war.
The floating head felt the searing pain and tried to struggle, but Su Nian only pulled it closer and closer.
First came one handful of hair, then another. Soon, panic filled the ghost’s pale, bizarre face.
’Why does the top of my head feel a little cool?’
Su Nian casually flicked the tufts of hair from her hand and gave another pull, her hand now tightly gripping the balloon-head’s few remaining decorative strands.
She had already ripped out several handfuls by this point.
The balloon-head’s face twisted in pain, and the cool sensation on its scalp told it exactly what was happening.
It all happened so fast that by the time the Daoists and other ghosts could react, the balloon-head was already completely bald. It looked like it had a severe case of alopecia, and it was terrifyingly ugly.