The room, which had been fairly bright, abruptly darkened.
An ominous shadow slowly rose to its feet. The doors and windows began to let out unsettling creaks.
A cold sneer played on the Pitch Black Ghost's lips, its eyes filled with venomous glee.
"You're all going to die!!!"
But the outcome was clearly not what it had imagined. It didn't see a figure scared witless, soiling itself in terror.
Instead, it saw a woman whose lips were slowly curling into an unsettling smile.
The Pitch Black Ghost froze. A terrible premonition washed over it.
Then, Su Nian swiftly raised her hand. With the speed and force of a lightning strike, she slapped the Pitch Black Ghost's head clean to the side.
Su Nian wasn't done. She continued slapping, a clean, one-handed torrent of blows. One after another, high and low, left and right, she delivered a relentless, star-chasing flurry of dozens of slaps. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
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