At this moment, I heard a voice in my head. “I’m helping him see the ugly faces of the people around him!”

I knew that Han Xin was talking to me through some sort of telepathy.

Han Xin snorted, “There are no real friends in this world. Every one of them is a despicable person.”

I was surprised. “Are you saying that Qin Yu’s friends aren’t good people?”

“Exactly.” Han Xin coldly pointed at San Bao. “See that guy? He stole his friend’s wife. He deserves to die just for that.”

“What? He stole his friend’s wife?” I was startled and looked at San Bao.

The souls of the dead were simple and always showed their true emotions; they wouldn’t lie. So, did San Bao really have an affair with Qin Yu’s wife?

If so, we couldn’t blame Han Xin for taking over Qin Yu’s body.

However, I knew that there had to be some sort of misunderstanding. We had to clear things up.

I glared at San Bao. “You, on your knees!”

San Bao was stunned...