You Chan secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and then fawningly chuckled, "My lord...".
However, before she could finish speaking, Xue An suddenly clenched his fist.
Bang!
You Chan was instantly crushed into pieces, while a scream filled with resentment and unwillingness spread in all directions.
"Xue An, how cruel you are...!"
Before these words ended, the voice had already vanished.
Xue An dusted off his hands and said indifferently, "Cruel? Compared to you demon ghosts who have lost all restraint, I am far from it! Besides, if I wanted to know something, wouldn't I just directly search your soul? Why would I need to ask you?"
You Chan could no longer answer, for her last wisp of soul had already dispersed along with the shattering darkness, returning to the void.
After doing all this, Xue An casually dusted off his hands again, then smiled faintly at the stunned crowd.
"I apologize, it seems I haven't left a single demon ghost for you guys!"
