Qin Ruan flicked her fingers lightly in the air, absorbing all the Evil Qi from the female Puppet's body in an instant.
The next moment, she clenched her fingers.
"Ahhh!!!"
The female Puppet suddenly let out a sharp and pitiful wail.
Her soul was injured by the Nether Power on the Golden Whip, instantly turned into flying ashes and vanished.
Qin Ruan didn't care about her motives. Since she had taken a life, she had to bear the cost of soul dispersion.
You should know that there isn't just one evil Puppet in this dormitory building.
The female Puppet turned into ashes and dissipated in the air, the Golden Whip consciously returned to Qin Ruan's hand.
She gracefully held the Golden Whip, looking down at the dispirited boy lying on the ground.
"Can you get up?"
The boy, with tear-filled eyes, lifted his head. His eyes, stained by tainted blood, stared at Qin Ruan's coldly glamorous face as if he had seen a goddess.
He opened his mouth, stupefied, "Am I, dead?"
