Chapter 43): Hunting Urban Legends
Bits of moonlight were cast through the window, drawing a vague outline within the apartment. In the darkness, dark figures shuttled through the room at a high speed, leaving specks of dust in their wake.
“I’m so hungry,” the girl whispered in a deep, guttural voice.
In the next moment, the temperature in the apartment rose rapidly. The cold and damp atmosphere was dispelled in an instant.
In the darkness, the petite girl was like a beacon as she opened her eyes. Misty, fiery orbs illuminated the room, and her scarlet hair moved without wind, like boneless limbs that danced lightly behind her.
She panted heavily, and white smoke lingered in the air. Smoke emitted from her body rapidly, accompanied by the violent heaving of her chest, like a demon god that crawled out of the gates of hell.
Intense energy fluctuations flooded the apartment and, like a pair of invisible hands, ripped apart all the figures in it.
In the next moment, she stretched her slender arm out, grasping the wig that crashed into her hand firmly.
“You seem… delicious.”
“Please don’t eat me!” the wig yelled. “I am hair! I have no meat! I’m not delicious at all!”