Yan Tao raised his beautiful and weird peach blossom eyes and said with a smile, "Why don't you jump from here and give me a break?"

The girl's voice was a little soft, but she seemed to be smiling, with a vague sense of chill, and the ghosts were so scared that they shook.

"Master Dao, we have not done anything bad. Please be proud of yourself. Just think we are a big deal and let it go."

Young Master Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "Anyway, you are all ghosts. You have died once, and you may not be able to die if you jump down."

The ghosts were sweating profusely and thought: Mom, who knows if they will die again if they fall from this 10,000-meter altitude?

A dead person can become a ghost.

What should I do if a dead ghost?

Yan Tao just teased the stupid ghosts of this group of people and said lazily: "The ghost is dead, his soul is scattered, he cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation, and he cannot enter the heaven of immortality."

Except for the ghosts from China, the other ghosts looked at each other.

What is the Tao of Reincarnation...?

What is the Heaven of Eternity...?

Sorry, we are really a bunch of unsavvy ghosts.

Qin Zong touched the girl's soft hair, and the touch in his hand was gentle and gentle, which was very pleasing.

"Okay, you're also ugly." Yan Tao curled his lips in disgust, waved his hand like a flies to signal them to get out, "You can only do good deeds to have merits into the cycle of reincarnation?"

"Yes, yes, thank you for your advice."

The New York ghosts ran away in a hurry, and only the Chinese ghosts were still there. He bent down and bowed respectfully to Yan Tao, kneeling down to kowtow to her.

Yan Tao quickly avoided.

When a ghost kneels, there will be a request.

When ghosts cry, they will inevitably have resentment.

"You have something to say," the girl raised her pretty brow casually, her voice as faint as smoke.

"Master Dao, can you... be able to save me?"

The ghost Qiqi looked at Yan Tao in a vain and rubbed his hands, looking very embarrassed.

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows slightly, and the cold expression on his head came from the jade face, and said lightly, "No time."

The ghost immediately collapsed and tears fell down, "Master, I'm sorry for my death in a foreign land. I can't even go back to my home, and I can't enjoy the incense... I'm hungry until now..."

"Please be pity me..."

Yan Tao...

“Do I look kind?”

The girl smiled brightly, full of smiles.

The moment she smiled, the water waves in her peach blossom eyes were rippling, as if the flowers were blooming in spring, the moment of the prosperous era was so thrilling beauty...

The ghost was dazzled by the girl's extremely beautiful smile, but he quickly caught a touch of coldness on Yan Tao's lips.

Heartbeat.

Don't know what to answer?

Yan Tao: "Okay, follow the plane to the ground, find your family, and just remind me if you fall into a dream."

If descendants dream of the deceased elders, they may not be careless once or twice. If they dream many times, they will naturally prepare incense.

The unjust deceased: "Is this OK?"

Yan Tao nodded slightly, as if it was agreed.

"Thank you, Master, for your advice."

The unjust deceased bent down to thank him.

Xiaoqi: Master, you are just practicing Taoism, never becoming a monk, nor wearing Taoist uniforms. These ghosts think you are Taoist priests.

Yan Tao Subai's fingers rubbed his chin.

In China, most of the ghost-catching masters are Taoists.

There are few metaphysical sects next to them who are willing to save ghosts.

As many times go, I just think that everyone I meet is Taoist.

Yan Tao was too lazy to care about this, and the scenery outside the window was beautiful and suitable for sleeping.

The beautiful girl leaned against Qin Zong's shoulder with a smile and went to bed.
Chapter completed!