Chapter 1618

Fake Yantao bit his teeth slightly.

He clenched his hands in a fist and gathered all the energy in his body: "can I beat you, not has the final say?"

His voice was cold and murderous, just like the cold wind in winter.

To the ear, cold to the bone.

Master Yan's dark and beautiful eyes flashed a touch of light mockery.

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 crossed the air and brought a space ripple.

"Come out!"

Yantao's slender left hand turned over in the air, his index finger and thumb were pinched together, and his thin lips were talking.

A vast and mysterious murmur surrounded the room.

The chanting of Taoist Scriptures makes people feel restless involuntarily.

This is the case with fake Yantao at the moment.

He was alert and took a cautious step back.

Suddenly, the soles of his feet rose with a cold feeling he was very familiar with.

It seemed that even human bones could freeze. After he came out of the base, he followed him like a shadow.

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

Now, this cold feeling appears on me again.

Fake Yantao's eyes tightened for a moment. He suddenly looked up and looked at Yantao fiercely: "last time in the hotel, it was you..."

"It's me."

Yan Tao casually turned his left hand. A mysterious smile appeared on his beautiful face like a demon: "do you want to know what they are?"

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

"I can help you."

Yantao's lips were filled with a kind smile, and her right hand was carelessly lifted into the air.

When the finger fell, hundreds of ghosts appeared in front of fake Yantao.

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

Suddenly, he rushed to fake Yantao.

Even if his mind was extraordinary, he couldn't help taking a step back.

"What, what! What!"

"This is the man you killed."

Yantao dragged a chair and sat down slowly.

She put her slender legs together at random and looked at it with a somewhat leisurely attitude.

Young master Yan propped his elbow on the chair, his right hand lazily propped his chin, and his side eyes fell on the shocked look of fake Yan Tao: "people have three souls, the body is dead, and the soul is still there."

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

"When you get up, they will be by the bed. When you sleep, they will still be there. They will watch you fall asleep with those scarlet eyes, watch you get up, and watch how you live every day... All the time, every minute, like a monitor, pestering you until you become like them. The body dies, and the soul has no basis..."

The young man's quiet mouth.

Her voice was low and dull, like a tempting and degenerate demon in hell.

The sound was startled and knocked on the heart of fake Yantao.

Every moment

All my life

Always look at you and follow you.

Like a gangrene attached to a bone.

Fake Yantao's whole face turned pale.

There was a ferocious look just now, which was replaced by shock and panic.

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

The people of the Empire do not know the existence of ghosts and gods.

I don't know that after death, there is a soul.