The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1495: Yan Tao's Means

Fake Yantao gritted his teeth slightly.

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

His voice was harsh, exuding killing intent, like the cold wind of winter.

Into the ear, cold and bone-chilling.

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

She didn't mobilize the spiritual power in her body, but flipped her right hand and pulled out the Seven Star Sword out of thin air.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp blade of the Seven Star Sword cut across the air, causing ripples in space.

"come out!"

Yan Tao's slender and slender left hand flipped over in the air, pinching the index finger and thumb together, chanting words with thin lips.

A loud and mysterious crooning sound surrounded the room.

The chanting of the Taoist scriptures made people involuntarily feel agitated.

This is the case with the fake Yantao at the moment.

He was alert and took a cautious step back.

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

This chill, which seemed to be able to freeze even human bones, was accompanied by him like a shadow after he came out of the base.

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

Now, this cold feeling appeared on him again.

The fake Yantao's eyes tightened, and he raised his head abruptly, looking at Yantao with sharp eyes: "The last time I was in the hotel, it was you..."

"it's me."

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

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

"I can help you."

There was a kind smile on the corner of Yan Tao's lips, and she raised her right hand carelessly in the air.

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

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

Suddenly, he rushed in front of the fake Yantao.

Even though he had an extraordinary temperament, he couldn't help taking a step back in shock at this moment.

"What, what! What!"

"This is the man you killed."

Yan Tao dragged a chair casually, and sat down slowly.

Her slender legs were casually placed in one place, and looking at that appearance, she still had a somewhat leisurely posture.

Young Master Yan propped his elbows on the chair, his right hand rested lazily on his chin, and his eyes fell on the astonished and shocked expression of the fake Yan Tao: "People have three souls and seven souls. When the body dies, the soul still exists."

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

"When you wake up, they will be at your bedside, and they will still be there when you sleep. They will use those scarlet eyes to watch you fall asleep, watch you get up, and watch you live every day... every moment, every day Every second, like a monitor, entangles you until you become like them. The body dies, and the soul has no one to follow..."

The young man spoke quietly.

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

The sound was shocking, and it hit the fake Yantao's heart.

all the time……

forever...

Watching you forever, following you.

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

Fake Yantao's entire face turned pale.

The ferocious and stern expression 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 don't know ghosts and gods exist.

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

(End of this chapter)