671
Damn, it was seriously freaking spooky.
Yang Zhen stared blankly at the circle of 'ghosts' before him, swallowing hard.
People usually say, "You're lying like hell," when they don't believe a fabrication, but the thing was, Yang Zhen was truly deceiving ghosts.
The ancient voice continued with a puzzled expression, "Little human friend, you just said that you have a demonic brother who can shake the heavens and earth with every move he makes, is this true?"
As these words came out, the surrounding breathing sounds became much heavier. God knows why these ghosts would breathe.
Yang Zhen dumbly nodded his head and said, "Yeah, every word is true. If there is half a lie, let the thunder in the sky not hesitate to strike me, Sao Saint!"
His!