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

Yan Tao's beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes were raised, and she said with a smile, "Why don't you jump down from here and relieve my anger?"

The girl's voice was a little soft, but it was like a smile but not a smile, and there was a vague chill in it, which made the ghosts tremble in fright.

"Master Tao, we haven't done anything bad. Please show us your noble hand and do your best. Just treat us like nothings and let it go."

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

The ghosts were sweating and thinking: Damn, who knows if they will die again if they fall from a height of 10,000 meters?

Dead people can become ghosts.

What to do with the dead ghost?

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

Except for the Chinese ghost, the other ghosts looked at each other.

The Tao of Reincarnation...what is it?

Immortal Heaven...what is it again?

Sorry, we are such an ignorant bunch.

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

"Okay, you guys are ugly too." Yan Tao curled his lips in disgust, waving his hands like shooing away flies to tell them to get out, "Do good deeds, and you will gain merit and enter reincarnation, you know?"

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

The New York ghosts ran away in a hurry, but only the Chinese ghost stayed where he was. He bowed respectfully to Yan Tao, knelt down to kowtow to her.

Yan Tao quickly avoided it.

When a ghost kneels down, he must beg for help.

When ghosts cry, there must be resentment.

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

"Master Tao, can you... save it for me?"

The ghost looked at Yan Tao and rubbed his hands, looking very embarrassed.

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows slightly, with a cold look on his jade-like face, and said calmly, "No time."

The ghost's face immediately fell, and tears fell down, "Taoist Master, I'm sorry that I died in a foreign land, I can't even go back home, and I can't enjoy the incense...I've been hungry until now..."

"Please have mercy on me..."

Yan Tao...

"Do I look kind?"

The girl smiled brightly and was full of smiles.

The moment she smiled, the water in her peach blossom eyes was as if flowers were blooming in spring. The moment of splendor and beauty was breathtaking...

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

His heart skipped a beat.

Don't know how to answer?

Yan Tao: "Okay, you can follow the plane to the ground, find your family by yourself, and just remind them when you fall asleep."

Future generations may not take it to heart if they dream of their deceased elders once or twice. If they dream of their deceased elders many times, they will naturally prepare incense.

The unjust ghost: "Is this okay?"

Yan Tao nodded slightly and agreed.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for the tip."

The unjust man quickly bent down to say thanks.

Xiaoqi: Master, you are just a Taoist monk. You have never become a monk, and you have not worn Taoist uniforms. These ghosts always think you are a Taoist priest.

Yan Tao's plain fingers rubbed her chin.

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

Among other metaphysical sects, few can save ghosts.

After many times, I just assumed that all I met were Taoists.

Yan Tao was too lazy to worry about this. The scenery outside the window was just right, suitable for sleeping.

The beautiful girl smiled, leaned on Qin Zong's shoulder, and went to sleep.