The face in the mirror is Nan Zhi's real face, a standard classical Eastern appearance, with slender eyebrows, smooth skin, red lips and white teeth, and bright features, a kind of beauty completely different from that of Western women.

If she always had this face, how did Craig recognize her?

His eyes showed no surprise, but a crazy idea was brewing in Nan Zhi's mind.

He couldn't have known it was her from the beginning, could he?

Nan Zhi had barely conceived this idea when 003 rejected it: "[Zhi Zhi, although you have your own face, the system, to prevent chaos in the small world, ensures that all NPCs see you as Cynthia's face.]"

Nanzhi:……

A slight sense of disappointment suddenly welled up inside me.

But it doesn't matter, she's already very happy that Craig came to see her.

only……

"003, how did Claire get here?"

I don't know the specifics of what happened, but given Ikeled's abilities, no one can remove his soul. He must have willingly let the witch send him in.

Nanzhi returned to her room, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Kled.

Does this guy even realize that once he's in, he can't get out?

What an idiot.

She sighed and leaned over to gently stroke his eyebrows and eyes.

Deep-set brow bones, pale and handsome cheeks, rosy and glossy lips, and a physique comparable to a male model.

How can there be such a good-looking person in this world?

She couldn't resist leaning in and kissing his lips, then nestled against his chest.

Perhaps it was because of her soul, but she heard his steady and powerful heartbeat.

She thought that if possible, it would be nice for the two of them to stay here together.

We can't let Lislett get away with this.

She asked 003 to find her a book of witchcraft spells, and she started trying them one by one.

Actually, when Nan Zhi woke up, Claire was already awake. He didn't open his eyes, just wanting to see what she would do.

Her every move is adorable.

I never expected that she would secretly run to the window and silently chant what sounded like a spell.

Perhaps because it was too difficult to pronounce, she couldn't read it, and scratched her head in frustration, her brow furrowed.

Noticing his footsteps approaching, Nanzhi looked up apologetically, "Did I wake you?"

“No.” Corde hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the crook of her neck, looking at the spellbook that appeared out of nowhere in her hand. “Is it a little difficult? It will be easier if we learn together.”

Hearing his gentle voice, Nanzhi's irritability completely disappeared.

With Clare's help, Nanzhi felt much more at ease.

She tried reciting the incantation once, and after she finished, she could clearly feel a slight ripple in the surroundings.

The nobleman brought Corled's body back, and Aleil ordered the nobleman to keep a close watch on him and not allow any accidents to happen.

Lislet was still locked in the room like a silkworm cocoon.

Several times during that time, she tried to remove the tape from her mouth.

After failing to get it right, she tried every means to flirt with Aleil.

Ariel sneered, "I'm not my brother. He wouldn't bear to hurt Cynthia, but I'm different. If you don't behave, believe me, I'll tear you apart."

Seeing his exposed sharp teeth, Lislet became obedient.

There was still no sign of Corde returning, and Alaire was getting increasingly anxious, her gaze towards Lislet growing more and more impatient.

Later, Lislet suddenly seemed a little off. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes were wet as she looked at him, and she kept shaking her head.

Seeing her like this, Ariel assumed it was Cynthia returning. He walked over with a puzzled look in his eyes and tentatively called out to her, "Cynthia?"

She nodded immediately, her eyes brightening considerably.

Aleil hesitated before tearing off the tape from the corner of her mouth. As soon as he did, he heard a spell being chanted. Aleil realized something was wrong, but it was too late. A sharp pain shot through his head, making him almost lose his balance.

Lislet's eyes turned sinister as she continued to control him with her witchcraft: "Untie the chains."

Alaire was compelled to pull on the chains.

"Get rid of this unsightly blanket on me!"

Alaire struggled to regain control of her body, but the other party was the First Witch, whose witchcraft was more powerful than any other witch.

He could only watch as he tore the blankets covering her.

Freed from her predicament, Lislet laughed triumphantly. She snapped off a chair leg and plunged it into Alaire's chest, twisting and turning it violently.

"You little brat, go to hell."

Allair felt as if his heart was about to shatter. He gradually lost the strength to resist, his skin grew paler and paler, and his hands gradually went limp.

Just as Lislet was about to pierce Alaire's heart, she suddenly felt dizzy.

In that moment of confusion, Alair regained some consciousness, ripped the wooden stake out of her body, and slammed her against the wall.

The wall cracked, and blood flowed down Lislet's head.

Allair's eyes turned bloodshot, his fangs bared, as he wanted to tear her apart. But when he saw her face, he thought of Cynthia and had to stop.

He was about to continue tying Lislet up when he noticed she was acting increasingly strangely, shaking her head and trying to chant a spell.

"You still dare to read it!" Alaire was so angry that he couldn't help but slap her.

Lislet was slapped to the side by him.

Seeing that she had closed her eyes and was not moving, Alaire thought she was trying to cheat again, so he kicked her.

"Get up, don't think I'll believe you..."

Before she could finish speaking, the person lying down suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, and gasped for breath as if she were drowning.

When Alair saw that she was awake, he grabbed a chair with a broken leg and was about to smash it on her head, but then he heard her shout, "Alair, it's me, Cynthia!"

"Ha." Allell sneered, "Do you think I'd believe you twice with the same trick?"

He picked up a chair and slammed it down on her with a loud crash.

Seeing her faint again, Alair finally felt a little better. He picked her up, intending to slap her a few more times to teach her the consequences of offending him, when the door was suddenly opened from the outside.

Seeing that Corde had woken up, Alaire threw the girl out of her arms and ran happily toward him.

"Brother, you're finally awake."

Craig frowned when he saw the bloodstains on his chest, but his biggest concern right now was: "Where's Cynthia?"

“Oh,” Alaire said confidently, “she’s still not awake.”

"Brother, you have no idea how that woman tricked me just now." He turned around and kicked the girl on the ground again. "She actually lied to me, saying she was Cynthia, and she lied to me twice. I believed her the first time, but I couldn't be that stupid as to lie to me the second time..."