Do we meet again? Or part ways?

A middle-aged woman reached out to take off my clothes, grabbing the collar of my shirt. She suddenly screamed, and black smoke hissed from her palm.The blood-red half face immediately roared crazily:...er inspection, one would notice subtle water ripples running down the length of the street."I know this, the symbol of water in an invisible way is a ripple."It was supposed to be a straight path, but...