Silent and unnoticed, it appeared behind her, and she couldn't feel a trace of yin energy.
Suddenly, she turned around and was almost face to face with it. Even the brave Wen Jiaren trembled, and then an ice-cold pair of hands grasped her throat. It had happened too quickly for her to react.
Severe pain shot through her neck as she was lifted off the ground by the grip. A chilling laugh echoed in the hair salon, "You think you can catch me? Overestimating yourself, hehe..."
Wen Jiaren twisted her wrist and sent a blast of Spiritual Power towards it, but it moved incredibly fast and vanished at once.
She fell to the ground, coughing, disregarding the pain in her throat, grabbed the flashlight, and quickly stood up. But the female ghost was gone; she had no idea where it had hidden. Without a hint of yin energy, she couldn't feel its presence at all.
She started searching the ground floor, "Come out if you dare, stop hiding!"
