Chapter 217: Breakthrough through Crying (Third Update)

"Night Hair Salon? That name doesn't sound very legit."

Looking at the hair clippings scattered all over the floor, Han Fei had no idea where to step. This was definitely the dirtiest, most chaotic barber shop he had ever seen.

"Bang!"

After Han Fei entered, the man turned and shut the roller door, leaving just the two of them inside.

Han Fei's face was reflected in the cracked mirror, the panic in his eyes almost spilling out.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly oppressive, and the middle-aged man made no effort to conceal his malevolence as he picked up a pair of scissors from the nearby counter.

"Young man, it's very easy to bump into ghosts when you're out at night," the sharp scissors clicked and clacked. The middle-aged man revealed his arms; all of his fingers had been severed and then sewn back on with needle and thread, looking extremely abnormal.