Unbeknownst to him, Xu Jinhui was ensnared, his mind completely eroded by the charm spell.
"Such a weak-hearted nature, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator of Yue Country's sects, is nothing more."
A cold female voice sounded, and the visage of "Xu Wan'Er" before him transformed, revealing the true form of the charming yet sinister Mei Ying demon, Ding Chunhua.
"Enough, I'll let you die as a romantic fool."
Ding Chunhua sneered coldly, taking out a soul-capturing bell engraved with a grimacing ghost head.
She shook it gently.
"Ding-ling!"
A crisp ringing sound penetrated straight to the Divine Soul.
Xu Jinhui's body trembled, and the last glimmer of emotion in his eyes completely vanished, leaving them hollow and vacant.
A faint shadow was forcibly extracted from the top of his head, emitting a silent wail before being absorbed into the soul-capturing bell.
It was Xu Jinhui's soul, brutally extracted by Ding Chunhua and imprisoned within the soul-capturing bell.
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