Considering how noisy it was downstairs, He Lingchuan also set up a soundproof barrier while he was at it.

Once the array was set, he casually took a candle from the table, placed it inside the array, and lit it.

The flame stood perfectly straight and unmoving.

Then the Red General extended her index and middle fingers and jabbed them directly into the captive’s forehead!

If she wished, she could easily poke a hole through refined iron. Those two fingers did indeed pierce through the boy’s brow, but his brain did not burst out.

Instead, a vague shadow was pushed out through the back of his head by the Red General.

He Lingchuan identified it at once. It had to be the boy’s soul. However, his soul was not strong, and its features were extremely blurry, unable to condense into a detailed face.

It was still drifting in midair, dazed and senseless, when the Red General took out half a piece of seabed wood, caught the soul in one motion, and stuffed it inside.

Her movements were as if she were stuffing a crumpled ball of paper into a bottle. Her movements appeared practiced and utterly casual.

With his soul gone, the boy instantly became expressionless.

The Red General casually seized him by the throat and slowly exerted pressure.

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