But today, he saw the same expression on the man's face. In that instant, the man's face seemed to overlap with the wronged souls who had died because of him—it was exactly the same, the fear of death that he had shown.

Su He didn't speak, but a fleeting hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

Whatever the being the other party fears does, it is what he wants to see.

“She has indeed changed her appearance and even her name. If it weren’t for your eyes, I wouldn’t even be able to tell what she originally looked like.”

Suhe bent down to appear more loyal: "But with my meager strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to bring her to you."

Lavinia seemed not to hear him, pacing back and forth on the ground. Suddenly, he turned abruptly, his lifeless eyes fixed on Soho:

“My eyes are on you, so she won’t realize that someone has recognized her. You’ve met her before, so she won’t be on guard against you.”

As she spoke, a transparent test tube suddenly appeared in Lavinia's hand, half-filled with a sticky black liquid. The heavy color foreshadowed an ominous sign. Upon closer inspection, one could see countless tiny human heads floating and sinking inside, silently screaming in pain.

It's a microcosm of hell.

Su He glanced at it once and then lowered her head.

“This is despair. If you give her even a little bit of it, her soul will be tainted with heavy karma and blood sins, which will temporarily suppress the golden light on her body.”

Lavinia's tone became excited, gradually descending into madness:

"As long as I can temporarily suppress those annoying golden lights on her, I can devour her spiritual clone! I'll make her taste my pain too!"