Bab 167: The Demise of Heishui Stockade Village

The skills of the person who concocted this item are limited indeed.

This bell could probably only be used three times, each time lasting for the duration of a tea ceremony.

This was already the third time.

The cracks were becoming increasingly apparent.

In the time it took to brew another pot of tea, this item would self-destruct.

Nanli was no saint, and since that was the case…

She smirked, undoing the protective talisman on second-in-command while simultaneously ringing the Soul-Shaking Bell.

Second-in-command was filled with terror, his pupils shrinking, his mouth shouting in protest.

But he heard the sound of the bell, and his head began to throb, as if it were about to explode.

Ah!" Second-in-command writhed in pain on the ground, his clothes stained with filth.

He was afraid!

Afraid of his soul shattering, afraid of becoming a fool, and even more afraid of not having a ghost official to collect him after death, unable to reincarnate.