"Song Yanqing, I want to know how firm your belief is."
The ethereal voice of compassion came and echoed in Song Yanqing's ears, with a wet feeling, which made him subconsciously tap his earlobe.
How firm is your belief
He pursed his lips, his mind spinning rapidly, trying to figure out Qiao Jin's purpose.
Soon, another shadow appeared in front of his eyes, which didn't allow him to think more.
In the dark, empty but depressing construction site, it takes more courage just to stand here, not to mention the sudden appearance of a demon from the Rakshasa world.
Nothing has changed, nothing has changed, the world is gray.
The demon appeared so abruptly.
Howling one by one, they landed on this land, surrounded Song Yanqing, and the dust stirred by their wings turned into dust all over the sky.
This is an extremely polluted site.
What is different from the past is that there is actually a little excitement in their eyes at this time.
They seemed to want to approach Song Yanqing, and there was an urge to try.
Only the leader Mo stood behind, looking at Song Yanqing coldly.
Song Yanqing was already quick to react, but seeing Mo's expression now, he realized something was different.
In the past, when these demons looked at him, they would show greedy and salivating eyes, but they would not approach him.
But now, their expressions added a few strands of crazy excitement, a different excitement than before.
Something changed, they seemed to want to touch themselves.
"They want your soul."
Qiao Jin's ethereal voice resounded faintly again, neither sad nor happy, and seemed to say another ordinary thing: "I removed the protection around you in advance, and the demons in the Rakshasa Realm noticed that the protective shell on your body was gone. They I will try my best to take away your soul. If your soul is gone, your body will also perish, and I will not save you."
"Song Yanqing, you have to use your own beliefs to resist them, even if you don't know what it is."
"If you fail, you will die. Your soul will be dragged into the Rakshasa Realm, and no one in this world can save you. Don't blame me, you can't escape today's calamity, and you still can't escape in the future..."
These words sound cold enough at ordinary times.
Qiao Jin will not save him.
This runs counter to Song Yanqing's belief in coming here, and there seems to be a problem with his judgment.
Yet he was just silent.
He didn't panic, nor was he impatient, he just looked at the group of demons in front of him with dark eyes.
They were approaching Song Yanqing, the corners of their mouths were drooling, and when they fell to the ground, they were like violent tongues of fire, emitting a burst of water vapor, which was the trace of something that had been burned and turned into mist.
If it's on a human...
It makes people shudder.
Song Yanqing didn't even blink her eyes.
Just like facing everything in normal times, he is calm and introverted, and it is not at all obvious that he may face death soon.
There is a construction site around, which looks dark, but ordinary people can't see it. It seems that there is a kind of viscous air flowing nearby, which makes people uncomfortable and makes people unable to breathe.
The group of demons approached Song Yanqing step by step, and it seemed interesting to see that Song Yanqing was not afraid at all.
Only the tallest demon, flapping its wings, stood in mid-air, staring at Song Yanqing coldly with its red eyes.
After a while, there was a trace of cruelty in those eyes.