Ma Hehua smiled broadly as she watched Shu Mali approach.

Sheathed her broadsword, picked up a brick from the ground, and hurled it at Shumali.

"Take this brick!"

The brick hit Shumali, but it did not cause her any harm.

Shumali: "………………………"

She continued walking towards Ma Hehua step by step, a ferocious smile on her face.

“It’s over, it’s all over,” Shumali said, her hand slowly reaching towards Ma Hehua’s neck.

At this critical moment, Ma Hehua's eyes suddenly flashed red, and the Soul-Suppressing Nail in her hand became scorching hot.

"Tsk! You don't actually think I'm that weak, do you?" Ma Hehua sneered, using all her strength to stab the Soul-Suppressing Nail toward Shu Mali's forehead.

This time, the Soul-Suppressing Nail finally pierced through Shumali's skin and deeply embedded itself in her head.

Shumali let out a scream, her body began to tremble violently, and black smoke kept gushing from her wounds.

As the smoke dissipated, Shumali's body gradually returned to normal.

Her eyes became clear, and some color returned to her face.

"Let's get rid of the vengeful spirit!" Shumali said weakly, then closed her eyes and collapsed to the ground.

"Oh no! If you faint, who will give us money?" Thinking that wouldn't do, Ma Hehua pinched her philtrum hard, a technique she was familiar with.

Sure enough, Ma Hehua breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Shu Mali slowly wake up.