The Scissor Ghost slit open its abdomen, much like a Japanese samurai committing seppuku. Its withered, fierce hand reached into its abdomen and pulled out something wrapped in blood-caked filaments. This object was bound by iron chains and connected to the Scissor Ghost.
Seeing this, Chu Hao's heart began to pound wildly.
The Scissor Ghost snapped the iron chains, and it instantly collapsed, appearing lifeless. The object wrapped in blood-caked filaments also rolled to the ground.
The clump of blood-caked filaments began to wriggle. It tore open, and a pale hand stretched out.
It was a human hand, one that might have been quite beautiful if not for its deathly pallor. The figure within the blood-caked filaments slowly rose to its feet.
It was a woman with a pale face and long, disheveled gray hair that billowed defiantly, like an otherworldly witch.
