The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Fake Yan Tao gritted his teeth slightly.

He clenched his hands into fists and gathered all the energy in his body: "Whether I can beat you or not is not up to you!"

His words were sharp and filled with murderous intent, just like the cold wind in winter.

It hits the ears, bitingly cold.

A touch of mockery flashed across Young Master Yan's dark and beautiful eyes.

She did not mobilize the mental power in her body, but turned her right hand and pulled out the Seven Star Sword out of thin air.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp blade of the Seven-Star Sword sliced ​​through the air, causing ripples in space.

"come out!"

Yan Tao's slender left hand flipped in the air, his index finger and thumb pinched together, and his thin lips muttered something.

A vast and mysterious humming sound surrounded the room.

The sound of chanting Taoist sutras makes people involuntarily feel irritable.

This is the case with the fake Yan Tao at this moment.

He was wary and took a cautious step back.

Suddenly, a very familiar cold feeling rose up under his feet.

This chill, which seemed to be able to freeze even human bones, had been following him like a shadow since he came out of the base.

However, the last time I was in the hotel, it suddenly disappeared.

Now, this cold feeling appeared on me again.

Fake Yan Tao's eyes tightened, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Tao with sharp eyes: "Last time in the hotel, it was you..."

"it's me."

Yan Tao flipped his left hand carelessly, an enigmatic smile appeared on his handsome and evil face: "Want to know what they are?"

Inexplicably, Fake Yantao felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

"I can help you."

A kind smile appeared on Yan Tao's lips, and she raised her right hand carelessly into the air.

When the finger fell, hundreds of ghosts had already appeared in front of the fake Yan Tao.

Countless identical faces, countless pairs of pale and frightening eyes.

Suddenly, he rushed in front of the fake Yan Tao.

Even though he was very kind-hearted, he couldn't help but take a step back in shock at this moment.

"W-what! What!"

"This is the man you killed."

Yan Tao dragged a chair and sat down slowly.

Her slender legs were draped casually, looking at her in a somewhat leisurely manner.

Master Yan rested his elbows on the chair and lazily supported his chin with his right hand. His side eyes fell on the horrified expression of the fake Yan Tao: "A person has three souls and seven souls. The body is dead, but the soul is still there."

"They died because of you and became ghosts. They will haunt you endlessly in this life."

"They will be by your bedside when you get up, and they will still be there when you sleep. They will use their scarlet eyes to watch you fall asleep, watch you get up, and watch how you live every day... moment by moment, every day. Every second is like a monitor, entangled with you until you become like them. The body dies and the soul has no one to rely on..."

The young man spoke quietly.

Her voice was deep and hoarse, like a seductive and depraved demon in hell.

The sound was shocking, and the sound struck fake Yan Tao's heart.

all the time……

All my life...

Always watching you and following you.

Like a gangrene attached to a bone, it follows you everywhere like a shadow.

Fake Yantao's entire face turned pale.

The ferocious look on his face just now was replaced by shock and panic.

When technology develops to a certain level, you will subconsciously ignore other things and regard this only thing as the highest belief.

People in the empire did not know that ghosts and gods existed.

Not to mention that there is still a soul after death.