"I found something." Shang Jianyao held the long strand of white hair and quickly walked back to the living room.
To allow Qiao Chu, Jiang Baimian, and the others to see it clearly, he turned the flashlight around and shone it at his hand.
The yellow beam of light spread out slightly, reflecting Shang Jianyao's extremely gloomy face.
Long Yuehong almost jumped up and shot him.
Shang Jianyao seemed to have expected Long Yuehong's reaction, but he only added, "Look at my hand."
Long Yuehong slowly exhaled and looked over.
In the yellowish beam of light, fine dust danced, and a strand of white hair swayed gently.
"Where did you find it?" Jiang Baimian asked.
Shang Jianyao pointed at the wall with a hanging LCD screen. "On the pillow in this bedroom."
"There's only one strand?" asked Jiang Baimian.
"In theory, yes. Unless it can devour its companions and evolve on its own," replied Shang Jianyao seriously.
