Jiangli didn't seem afraid at all and grabbed that handful of hair to yank it viciously outwards.
Xia Xin instantly felt his scalp tighten.
With the vigor of their ancestor...if it had been a real person, their scalp would probably have been ripped off!
"Ghost, a ghost!"
Wang Yao screamed upon seeing the hair.
"Just, just now it was this thing entangling me, it was this! She's still here!"
Xia Xin was startled by him and almost failed to steady him.
In the chaos of trying to hold Wang Yao, before Xia Xin could speak, he saw Jiangli grab the hair and yank it outwards viciously.
The entire faucet immediately let out a wailing hum as if it was about to snap.
Jiangli, seemingly oblivious, held on to the hair tightly. The next second, she freed one hand and slapped it onto the faucet.
With a bang, a translucent shadow wriggled out from the faucet and tumbled to the ground, looking disheveled.
Xia Xin's face twitched violently.
Wang Yao rolled his eyes back and fainted.
