At that moment, Chu Yan's mind was filled with a strange voice.
"Kill her, kill the woman beside you."
"She's not human, she knows Demon Art, she'll harm you!"
"Quick, kill her! Kill her!"
With a loud bang, Chu Yan punched the steering wheel violently, "Shut up!"
A slender, pale hand grasped his.
Turning his head, he met Qin Zhao's worried gaze, "What's wrong with you?"
The darkness in Chu Yan's eyes gradually faded away, and he hugged her tightly.
"There's someone talking in my head, it's so annoying."
Qin Zhao stared at Chu Yan and noticed a strange red light fleeting through his eyes.
This presence was very familiar, it was the man who had just died!
She finally understood why she hadn't seen his soul.
Could it be that it had entered Chu Yan's body, attempting possession?
That was simply courting death!
A glint of icy murderous intent flashed through her stunning peach blossom eyes.
