Chapter 247

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"Xiaomei, we don't want these things. We'd better leave now." Song Xuan worried that these people would retaliate, and pulled Yang Zimei.

"Then I'll take it!"

It's a valuable antique. If Xibai is sold on the market, it will be worth at least several hundred million yuan. She will not be unable to live with the money.

She picked up all the sacks and packed them in her hands.

Song Xuanhan looked at her and said, "they must not let us go. We still don't want anything. We should call the police first when they can't move."

"Call the police?"

Yang Zimei chuckled, "I won't let them live to the moment when the police come."

Song Xuan was shocked, "are you going to kill them?"

"No, they're not worth it. Let them kill each other. Anyway, they're dead. Master said, "eliminating evil is also a matter of promoting good and accumulating good fortune."

Yang Zimei's cherry red lip corner aroused a cruel sneer. He pointed to the void, read the charm, and introduced the evil spirit into their minds

When everything was ready, she asked song Xuan to go out first.

After Song Xuan went out, she wiped out all the breath of herself and song Xuan.

Song Xuan and she walked out not far away when they heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from the factory building

He looked back at Yang Zimei in sweat, and found that she was still as indifferent as chrysanthemum, just as he had met her at the beginning, completely unlike the mysterious appearance just now.

"What will happen to them?" Song Xuan asked.

Yang Zimei had already looked at them with the eye of heaven, and said faintly, "none of them are left."

"Why?" Song Xuan didn't understand. Could she still control people's spirit?

Yang Zimei has no interest in controlling people's spirit. However, she can make the Yin evil spirit enter their brains, which makes them have the illusion that the people around them are the ghosts killed by themselves before. Therefore, she tries her best to kill each other

If a person's soul is pure, Yin evil spirit can't invade the brain, which is what we usually say, if the heart has no ghost, it is not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night.

"Mr. Song, you really don't want anything in this?" Yang Zimei raised the sack and asked.

Song Xuan looked at the sack with a bitter smile, "it belongs to you."

"I'm not welcome." Yang Zimei cunningly raised his eyebrows, "however, there is one thing you like very much, I can give you."

With that, she reached into the sack and took out a green jade dragon flute.

Just now, she found that song Xuan had been looking at this jade dragon flute for the longest time, and his eyes were full of burning love for it.

Sure enough, song Xuan saw the jade dragon flute. His eyes were shining.

This is a jade dragon flute made of superior Lantian jade. The craft is meticulous and the design is lifelike.

Whether from the perspective of antiques, or from the angle of people who blow the flute, this is something that can not be abandoned.

"Mr. Song, it's up to you. Don't worry about it. There's no evil spirit in it. Just clean it. If you want to use it, please blow it to me."

Song Xuan's face turned red slightly. He took the flute in his hand and couldn't put it down.

If he hadn't been worried that there would be some virus and bacteria in the flute for thousands of years, he would like to play a song now.

He carefully put the jade dragon flute into his black suitcase. "Thank you, Xiaomei. I will play the first song for you."

Yang Zimei smiles.

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