Yun chujiu pinched the two strands of hair and wondered, could it be her hair from her previous life? However, from the texture of the hair, it looked like the hair of two people.
The short hair looked more like her hair. Everyone here had long hair, regardless of gender. Only someone like her, who was often struck by lightning, would have short hair.
Then, the question was, whose long hair was this? Why was it tangled with her own hair?
Yun chujiu could not figure it out, so she put the two strands of hair into her storage ring, took out a quilt, and laid on the wooden bed.
She did not know whether it was because the wooden bed was too comfortable or because she was tired, but she soon fell asleep.
In the midst of her half-asleep state, she realized that she seemed to have been pulled out of her body. Could it be that it was Gouwei Bacao again?
This damned gouwei Bacao had stopped for a period of time and was playing tricks again. He was really courting death!