"Jingru! Stop right now! You'll kill her! Her soul is about to dissipate!"

Cheng Jingru was stunned for a moment. The next second, Ming Zhuo made a clean and decisive move, severing the silk threads with a single sword strike.

The soul collapsed to the ground, crawling shakily to the side, trembling violently, clearly already quite damaged.

If we force the soul into that body again, the soul will likely be corroded even more severely.

Cheng Jingru is not helping her, but harming her.

"How could this happen?" Cheng Jingru murmured involuntarily, her face as white as a ghost.

“You forcibly extracted Liu Manhua’s soul, trying to substitute one thing for another, so that Liu Manling could live in Liu Manhua’s place, while Liu Manhua would die in Liu Manling’s place. This is retribution.”

Mingzhuo didn't explain further, and turned to the faceless "female ghost" and said, "Liu Manhua, I'll send you back to your body right now."

Fortunately, Cheng Jingru took advantage of the chaos tonight to strike, and Liu Manhua was not completely dead yet, still breathing and able to survive.

However, since she had personally promised to take Liu Manling's place and signed a contract, even if she survived, she would suffer from poor health and bad luck afterward.

But if one can live, who would want to die?

Liu Manhua seemed to know what Mingzhuo was going to do, and quietly followed Mingzhuo's lead, entering her body.

She was overjoyed; she was finally no longer a faceless monster.

Liu Manhua's body and soul were highly compatible and merged quickly, but she would not wake up for a while and would also fall seriously ill.

Cheng Jingru watched helplessly as Ming Zhuo merged with Liu Manhua's birthday and soul, her face turning even paler.

She knew she had failed tonight, utterly and completely.

None of the most important objectives were achieved.