Madam Rouge waved her hand. A mirror appeared out of thin air, exuding a peculiar cursed spiritual power.0

Yan Zhenhuo frowned. "You have a cursed mirror too?"0

"Relax," Xiao Nanfeng murmured.0

Yan Zhenhuo hesitated for a moment before nodding. He glanced at his reflection curiously.0

Madam Rouge waved her hand toward the mirror. The reflection of Yan Zhenhuo suddenly froze, its expression dull and lifeless, pale like a corpse.0

"Is there something wrong with the reflection?" Yan Zhenhuo exclaimed in surprise.0

Madam Rouge dismissed the mirror with a wave of her hand. "There are plenty of issues with your body. Your truesoul has been swapped, and this body has been tampered with. It's riddled with death energy and won't last much longer. Before long, both this body and your soul will decay, leaving you dead."1

"What? Yan Zhenshui, how much more ruthless can you get?!" Yan Zhenhuo's face turned grim.0

Xiao Nanfeng turned to Madam Rouge. "How can we...0