"Ding, you successfully blocked the attack of the black-haired demoness and cut off her hair. Your Basic Swordsmanship Skill Level +1"
Ignoring the disturbance from neighbors due to the sound of the sword ringing out, Lu Ren pressed against the well with one foot and swiftly propelled himself away.
Long hair continued to fly out from the well, forming thick tendrils that danced wildly in mid-air, like tentacles.
Lu Ren did not advance but kept a safe distance, quietly observing the changes happening ahead.
The area around the well almost became a space made of hair.
Dense and overwhelming, anyone with trypophobia taking a glance might need a lifetime to overcome the distress.
Thinking about the water he drank and the showers he took these days, a sudden shadow cast over Lu Ren's heart.
"Hey there, friend, what's happening?"
A knock came from the door outside, somewhat mixed with anger.
Indeed, it's the middle of the night with all the noise, people need to work tomorrow!
