The strange ability that Qin Ruan possessed once again shattered Lun Wenbin's understanding.
The soul of Puppet Three was frantically racing within the living room, about to burst out.
One more lash of the whip, and they would immediately leave their host.
Qin Ruan rotated the oppressive Golden Whip in her hands, lowering her eyes to look at the cowering soul of Puppet Three with a scornful and icy expression.
Just as she was preparing for the third lash, Puppet Three finally pleaded for mercy.
"Spare me, I'm willing to undo the secret technique!"
Half of Puppet Three's face was bloody and nauseating to look at. The remaining eye fixed its stare on Qin Ruan.
Qin Ruan's whip paused, and she coldly said, "If you knew it would come to this, why endure so much pain."
Puppet Three shakily raised her upper body, "Master, please spare me, I know I was wrong."
Her posture was humble, her tone sincere.
However, the next instant, Puppet Three sprang into action.
