Na Nali brought a whip to plead guilty

You made the right decision.

Fors looked at Na Nali, his tone flat and devoid of Amorous, yet it made the latter's heart tighten.

A cold sweat broke out on Na Nali's back, as if she were enveloped by an invisible pressure. She urgently clarified, "Lord Fors, please understand, I have always been your man! This attack by the Dark Blood Demon was entirely his own doing; I was completely unaware of it and was kept in the dark!"

She knew how domineering Fors was; she had suffered at his hands many times before. So now, the only way to ensure her safety was to distance herself completely.

"I know." Fors nodded slightly, her gaze calm and unwavering. "Otherwise, do you think you'd still be standing here?"

If Na Nali had dared to have any improper thoughts just now, then she would have had no choice but to accept the other party's head and exchange it for merit in the Spirit Pagoda.

As soon as she finished speaking, Fors moved gracefully, her skirt swaying slightly, and slowly walked to the deep crater that had been smashed open.

At the bottom of the pit, the Dark Blood Demon, whose Soul Power was sealed, had its limbs broken and deformed from Na Nali's merciless blows. It lay there like a lump of mud, barely clinging to life.

This was already a result of Na Nali showing mercy—she anticipated that Fors might still have a use for him, which was why she didn't kill him directly; otherwise, with the power of that Bell Martial Soul, the Dark Blood Demon would have already been turned into mincemeat.

Fors leaned down, looking down at the defeated man at the bottom of the pit. Her red lips parted slightly, her tone casual yet her words clear:

"You're pretty lucky. I've been in a good mood lately and have no intention of killing anyone. Although with your abilities, you're at best a third-rate character, you could still be... a collector's item."

These words sounded strange, yet they sent a chill down the spine of the Dark Blood Demon Demon's remaining consciousness. Before he could comprehend their meaning, Fors had already taken a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and gently tossed it into the pit.

The handkerchief appeared small, but it swelled up in the wind the moment it hit the ground, like a white curtain that instantly enveloped the Dark Blood Demon's body.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

From beneath the white sheet, a muffled sob suddenly rang out, filled with utter terror and despair.

The white cloth bulged out in jagged arcs from time to time, sometimes like arms struggling, sometimes like a body arching, clearly the Dark Blood Demon writhing desperately within, yet unable to break free from the seemingly soft handkerchief.

Although the people around could not see what was happening under the white sheet, just by listening to the chilling wailing and seeing the constantly rising and falling white sheet as if it were about to be torn apart, they could guess what kind of terrifying thing was happening inside.

Na Nali instinctively lowered her eyes, not daring to look any longer; the fierceness she had displayed during the attack had long been dispelled by the eeriness of the moment.

A moment later, a low groan abruptly ceased. The struggle beneath the white sheet gradually subsided, eventually settling completely flat, lying quietly on the ground like an ordinary piece of cloth, without making a sound.

Fors leaped into the pit and gently lifted the white cloth. The area beneath was empty; the Dark Blood Demon's body had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

She folded the white cloth back up and put it away calmly, then turned and leaped out of the pit as if she had only accomplished a trivial task.

"Let's go." Fors turned around, a faint smile on her face, and said to the group, without mentioning the whereabouts of the Dark Blood Demon.

Looking at the devastation left by the fierce battle—shattered rocks, cracked ground, and lingering Soul Power fluctuations— Ye Xinglan frowned and asked, "So, we're just going to leave this place alone?"

"It's alright." Fu Xuan waved the Soul Guidance Phone in his hand, traces of communication Record still remaining on the screen. "I have already notified the Central Legion; the losses here will be handled by specialists tomorrow."

"When did this happen?" Ye Xinglan was stunned; she hadn't noticed at all.

Fu Xuan glanced at her, put his phone away, and said with a matter-of-fact tone, "Of course it started from the beginning. Otherwise, do you think the Ming Capital Security Team would have been completely unresponsive, with no alarms even sounding, given those few bursts of Soul Power fluctuations just now?"

Even before the Dark Blood Demon secretly followed them, she had already contacted the Security Team through Soul Guiding Communication, explaining that there was a special operation taking place there and instructing them not to intervene after detecting Soul Power fluctuations.

Otherwise, the energy shocks that occurred during the battles between the Dark Blood Demon and Lan Fuzi and Bai Xiuxiu would have been enough to alarm the entire city, and Ming Capital's alarm system would probably have been sounding incessantly long ago.

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized what was happening and followed Fors's footsteps, heading away into the distance, leaving behind only the chaotic battlefield waiting to be cleaned up.

Throughout the journey, Gu Yuena kept her brows furrowed and her eyes deep, her mind replaying the bizarre methods Fors had just used.

The seemingly casual manipulation of the puppets could easily subdue a Limit Douluo, and the underlying principle remained a mystery to her.

Even the most insidious curses require precise mediums and incur enormous costs to be effective against a powerhouse like the Dark Blood Demon. How could Fors cast a spell so easily with just a Voodoo Doll and a few words of address?

If it were that simple, the entire continent would probably have already descended into chaos.

There must be some profound mystery hidden within this, one that she has yet to fathom—perhaps some kind of law she has never seen before, or perhaps some special bloodline talent?

Not only Gu Yuena, Ye Xinglan, Bai Xiuxiu and others were also curious about Fors's methods. They glanced at Fors's back from time to time, their eyes flashing with inquiry, but they all tacitly refrained from asking any questions.

Spirit Master ' trump cards and secret techniques have always been taboo; to inquire about them rashly would be tantamount to an offense, and they were aware of this.

Only Xu Xiaoyan couldn't contain her curiosity. She walked around to Fors' side, looked him up and down for a while, and then whispered, "Fors, where did that Dark Blood Demon go?"

"Oh? Xiaoyan is very interested in this?" Fors's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Mm." Xu Xiaoyan nodded honestly, then added somewhat shyly, "Of course, if this involves your secrets, just pretend I didn't ask."

"It's alright." Fors stretched out her finger and gently twirled a strand of hair behind her ear, her tone as casual as if discussing an ordinary object. "It's not a secret. Since you want to know, I'll tell you."

Upon hearing this, the previously silent crowd subconsciously slowed their pace and perked up their ears, clearly wanting to hear what was going on.

Fors then took out a miniature doll from her sleeve, dressed in a dark red Cloak, about ten centimeters tall, and its appearance bore a striking resemblance to the Dark Blood Demon. She gently waved the doll in front of Xu Xiaoyan: "Here, this is the Dark Blood Demon."

"Huh?" Xu Xiaoyan stared at the small, exquisite doll, her eyes filled with confusion, unable to react for a moment.

Fors lightly tapped the doll's head with her fingertip and chuckled, "He's still a Limit Douluo, after all; he's got some use. I'll turn him into this doll as a collectible."

"W-Won't this pose a hidden danger?" Xu Xiaoyan stammered, her voice filled with worry. "What if he suddenly turns back into his old self? That would be terrible."

You can rest assured about that.

Fors withdrew her finger, explaining with an unchanging smile, "Once turned into a doll, without special intervention, he'll never be able to return to his original form. In this form, he can at most retain a sliver of consciousness, but he'll have absolutely no chance to mobilize any power—to put it bluntly, he can only look, not move."

She paused, her tone still calm, but her words seemed to drop the temperature around her by several degrees. "Of course, lifespan will still pass naturally. In about one or two hundred years, I will die in this doll-like body."

"But before that, he might also succumb to a mental breakdown and die prematurely due to the unbearable loneliness; who knows?"

Seeing Fors's smiling face and hearing her casually describe such a cruel ending, a chill couldn't help but rise in everyone's heart.

Turning living people into sentient puppets, confining them to a small space for life, and depriving them of even the power to choose their own death, is an extremely cruel practice.

While the Dark Blood Demon had indeed committed numerous evils and deserved his fate, Fors's nonchalant words still sent a chill down everyone's spine.

The previous Cursed Doll were already bizarre, but now they can directly turn living people into dolls. If those present hadn't known Fors for a long time and were familiar with her past, they would probably have classified her as a member of the Evil Soul Master class.

Only two people were exceptions.

Lan Fuzi lowered her eyes slightly, her peripheral vision revealing an undisguised fear as she secretly observed Fors, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her sleeve.

The other person is Na Nali.

"My God, how can this woman have so many wicked tricks!" Na Nali's heart sank to the ground, because she suddenly remembered her previous provocative behavior towards Fors.

Who knows if that woman, with her petty nature, will retaliate against her someday!

She wasn't afraid of Fors before because she thought Fors couldn't do anything to her, so she had the confidence to resist. But now, looking at that doll, her heart sank.

Even the Dark Blood Demon, Limit Douluo, was defeated. If she were to face Fors, the situation probably wouldn't be much better.

On this day, Na Nali once again recalled the fear she had felt when she was dominated by Fors.

Thinking back, even when Fors was still Soul Saint, he was able to use strange methods to control her body, Deprivation her of her Martial Soul, Deprivation her of her lifespan.

And now?

The bizarre Cursed Doll turn people into mindless puppets. Isn't this woman's Martial Soul related to Element Manipulation? How come her methods are getting more and more sinister!

"Is she really not Evil Soul Master? How can her methods be even more evil than mine!" At this moment, Na Nali felt what despair was, and at the same time, she secretly made a decision in her heart.

"If Xiaoyan thinks this is too cruel, you can take this doll and burn it." Fors handed the doll to Xu Xiaoyan, her tone still light. "Once the doll is destroyed, it will die completely."

"No, no, you should handle it yourself." Xu Xiaoyan looked at the doll handed to her and felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly waved her hand and stepped back, pushing it away.

"Then forget it." Fors pursed her lips, not insisting, and casually put the doll into her Storage Soul Tool.

The group continued on their way in silence, and soon returned to the Spirit Pagoda in Ming Capital.

Standing before the tower gate, Lan Fuzi hesitated for a moment, then finally waved to everyone and said, "Now that you've all arrived, I should head back to the hotel. Thank you so much for your hospitality today."

"Take care on your journey." Everyone waved goodbye.

Lan Fuzi thought she had disguised herself perfectly, but she didn't realize that her words and actions would occasionally reveal her girlish side.

Although Xu Xiaoyan and the others were all women, they couldn't see through her disguise. However, they guessed her true identity from her subtle body movements and the faint, Qing Ya scent of perfume on her body. Otherwise, they wouldn't have easily allowed her to travel with them.

After watching Lan Fuzi's figure disappear around the street corner, the group turned and entered the Spirit Pagoda before dispersing.

The elevator arrived at the 95th floor, the metal doors slid open slowly, and a group of people stepped out one after another.

"Hmm~"

Fors stretched out her arms in a lazy stretching motion, her body moving gracefully, as if trying to dispel all the tension left from the battle.

She turned to Xu Xiaoyan, her tone weary. "Xiaoyan, Fusheng in your care tonight. The battle with that Dark Blood Demon was quite taxing; I need a good night's rest to recharge."

"Okay, you can rest assured." Xu Xiaoyan smiled gently, nodded in agreement, and showed no sign of surprise in her eyes.

Listening to their seemingly ordinary yet intimate conversation, among the group, only Zheng Yiran, a naive young woman, blushed slightly and subconsciously lowered her eyes, seemingly uncomfortable with such a direct way of interacting.

The others remained calm, clearly not finding anything amiss.

Gu Yuena did not exit the elevator with the others; her residence was on the 96th floor.

She stood quietly inside the sedan chair, her eyes flickering slightly. Although a fleeting thought crossed her mind of luring Nan Fusheng upstairs to be her "madam," she quickly realized that it was ultimately unrealistic.

Rather than staying in the same place and only adding to my thoughts, I decided to out of sight, out of mind, and simply pressed the close button, waiting for the elevator to go up to the next floor.

"Xing Lan, let me show you the room."

"Then I'll trouble you." Ye Xinglan nodded Xu Xiaoyan and politely thanked Xu Xiaoyan.

"Don't mention it." Xu Xiaoyan waved her hand with a smile, then turned to the side and gently patted Bai Xiuxiu's shoulder three times with her fingers, while giving her a meaningful look.

After doing all this, she turned around and led Ye Xinglan deeper into the corridor to choose a suitable room for her.

Bai Xiuxiu received the signal, her eyes brightened slightly, and then she returned to her room.

As evening fell, the corridor of the Spirit Pagoda was deserted, but the lights on the ceiling remained bright, reflecting the smooth floor like a mirror and casting long shadows.

A slender figure moved stealthily down the corridor, her footsteps so light they were almost inaudible, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility.

She stopped in front of a metal door, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and gently pressed the doorbell.

"Who is it? What's the matter in the middle of the night?" The door slid open slowly, and a somewhat lazy voice came out.

Fors, dressed in a loose bathrobe and holding a delicate female Voodoo Doll in her arms, looked at the figure outside the door with a hint of doubt. "It's Na Nali. What brings you here so late? Fusheng isn't here tonight. If you want to see him, you'll have to go to Xiaoyan's."

"I... I..."

Na Nali stood at the door, her cheeks slightly flushed, stammering and unable to utter a complete sentence. The thought of why she had come tonight filled her with an indescribable shame, and her fingertips unconsciously twisted her sleeves.

However, when her peripheral vision inadvertently swept over the Voodoo Doll in Fors's arms, her pupils suddenly contracted—the three small characters "Na Nali" were embroidered on the doll's clothes.

That one glance seemed to instantly clear her confused thoughts, and all her hesitation and wishful thinking vanished.

"Um?"

Fors followed her gaze and looked down, then suddenly realized what she meant. He picked up the Voodoo Doll in his arms and explained frankly:

"As you can see, Fusheng isn't here tonight, and I felt a little uneasy being alone, so I picked up this doll to hug, which helps me fall asleep more easily. Don't overthink it, I didn't mean anything by it."

This was no exaggeration. The reason she was able to so easily subdue the Dark Blood Demon was seemingly due to her own strange methods, but in reality, it was all thanks to Nan Fusheng's secret cooperation.

Whether it was the curse that controlled the other person's body or the magic that turned them into a puppet, it was all the result of Nan Fusheng's actions.

Otherwise, how could the Dark Blood Demon Limit Douluo have been so easily subdued?

"I don't believe you!" Na Nali screamed inwardly, but dared not show it on her face.

Good heavens, if she really had no bad intentions, why embroider her name on the Voodoo Doll? This is clearly a blatant attempt to cover something up, a naked warning!

Despite the turmoil churning within her, Na Nali managed a forced smile and said respectfully, "Lord Fors is right, and I naturally believe you."

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

She knew very well that if she were to expose this secret now, Fors might resort to even more bizarre methods to deal with her.

Just then, Na Nali glanced at the scene in Fors's room again out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but gasp.

In the corner of the room stood a huge display shelf, neatly filled with dolls and figurines of all sizes, each only about ten centimeters tall, and remarkably similar in appearance to the doll that the Dark Blood Demon had transformed into.

Wait, they're extremely similar?

Na Nali's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the dolls. A rough count revealed hundreds of them, each with a different shape—human and animal—and all were crafted with remarkable realism.

"Could these... all be transformed from living things?" An absurd yet chilling thought surfaced in her mind.

Na Nali shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the terrifying thought, "Fors shouldn't be that crazy, right? No, given her unpredictable and erratic nature, it doesn't seem impossible for her to do something like this..."

It's no wonder Na Nali was overthinking things. The scene of the Dark Blood Demon turning into a doll had a huge impact on her, and coupled with her existing fear and prejudice against Fors, she couldn't help but speculate in the most terrifying direction.

Although I didn't see the Dark Blood Demon doll among them, I thought again that perhaps Fors had kept it in her collection—after all, she had said before that she would keep it as a collectible.

"Thank goodness I came tonight... otherwise, I might have become one of them without even knowing it one day." Na Nali felt a chill run down her spine and quickly took out a whip wrapped in red silk from behind her, holding it with both hands and handing it to Fors.

"Huh? What are you giving me this for?" Fors raised an eyebrow, looking at the whip in her hand with a puzzled expression, not understanding her intention.

"This wretched woman... is she really going to force me to say it?"

Na Nali's eyes reddened slightly as she suppressed the humiliation in her heart and choked out, "I've come to apologize. A few days ago, I was ignorant and allowed someone of Fors's stature to push my back. This was truly overstepping my bounds and is unforgivable."

She took a deep breath and raised the whip even higher. "That's why I brought this whip tonight, humbly requesting Lord Fors to punish me, so that I may feel at ease."

Fors waved her hand casually, "No need. I was happy to give you a back massage back then, it's nothing. Don't worry about it, go back and rest."

"Huh?" Na Nali was stunned, somewhat bewildered. Did she really not hold her past offense against her?

But when her gaze fell once more on the Voodoo Doll embroidered with her name in Fors's arms, she instantly snapped back to reality.

Good heavens, if she really doesn't mind, what does this Voodoo Doll matter? This despicable woman is clearly trying to toy with her dignity and make a fool of herself!

Na Nali raised her head, looked at Fors, a resolute glint in her eyes, and spoke with a firm tone:

"No, I beg Lord Fors to punish me! If you refuse, I fear I will be tormented by my conscience day and night, unable to eat or sleep. Therefore, I implore you to give me a severe beating tonight so that I may atone for my mistakes!"

Seeing Na Nali's "sincere apology" (actually, she was forced into it), Fors couldn't refuse any longer, lest he disappoint her "good intentions."

She turned slightly to the side, gesturing, "Since you insist, then come in. But let me make this clear beforehand: you asked for this yourself, so don't regret it later—I won't go easy on you."

"Yes, yes! I will never regret it!" Na Nali nodded hurriedly, a hint of excitement even flashing in her eyes.

In her opinion, Fors's words were just a bluff, mostly intended as a minor punishment to serve as a warning, after which the matter would be completely forgotten. Feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, she happily went into the room.

"Bang--"

The metal door closed slowly with a soft click, and the corridor fell silent once more, as if no one had ever been there.

Just before the door closed completely, a faint, crisp sound of a whip cracking, mixed with suppressed groans, drifted out from the crack in the door, only to be swallowed up by the emptiness of the corridor in an instant.