Shen Yaowei ignored Ye Ying'er and kept waving the peachwood dagger in her hand, calmly dealing with this group of troublesome souls.
Ye Ying'er was still staring at Shen Yaowei. "From the looks of it, I know that you were pampered when you were alive. You've never suffered anything before, that's why you said so many innocent words. But it's okay. After you die, I have men here who can slowly torture you. At that time, you'll taste my days when I was alive over and over again. At that time, you'll know how ridiculous your words were!"
Shen Yaowei listened to Ye Ying'er laugh loudly. She was sure that there was something wrong with these souls!
"Yao Qingyi, I'll help you stall for time. Use the array formation passed down in the Imperial Preceptor's residence in your body to deal with these damn things!" As Shen Yaowei spoke, another wave of spiritual power swept out and wrapped around the neck of a soul.
