The female Puppet Monster suddenly lifted her head, revealing her rotting, hideous, bloody face.
The motion was so violent that chunks of her rotted, dark flesh fell to the ground. The scene was ghastly and terrifying, enough to make the skin crawl.
"This is impossible!" the female Puppet Monster denied flatly.
She had been wandering the human world for nearly a hundred years, and had never heard such a terrifying thing.
Stripping the Puppet Soul of its three souls and seven spirits—the mere thought would bring unbearable pain.
It was a pain that reached far deeper into the bone marrow than the pain experienced at death.
She had heard that all the pain experienced in the Eighteen Layers of Hell paled to a mere tenth of the pain of having one's three souls and seven spirits stripped away.
How could a mere whip have such a power?
Qin Ruan lightly stroked the golden whip with her fingertips, her movements gentle and cautious, as if she were handling a priceless treasure.
