Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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"Xiao Mei, we don't need these things anymore, so let's go quickly." Song Xuan worried that these people would retaliate afterwards, pulling Yang Zimei.

"Then I want it!"

That's a very expensive antique. If it was sold on the market, it would be worth at least several hundred million yuan, and she wouldn't have trouble with the money.

She picked up the marijuana bag next to it, packed everything directly, and held it in her hand.

Song Xuan looked at her with a sweat and said, "They will never let us go. We still don't need anything. Before they can't move, call the police first."

"Call the police?"

Yang Zi grinned, "I wouldn't let them live until the police came."

Song Xuan was startled. "You want to kill them?"

"No, they are not worthy of letting me do it myself. Let them kill each other. Anyway, they deserve to die too. Master said that eliminating evil is also a matter of building up goodness."

The crimson lips of Yang Zimei's lips evoked a cruel sneer, the fingers were empty to draw a rune, read a spell, and introduced the evil spirit into their minds ...

With everything 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.

When Song Xuan and her stepped out not far, they heard the fierce fighting in the factory building ...

He glanced back at Yang Zimei with sweat, and found that she was still indifferent like a chrysanthemum, just like he first met her, completely different from the mysterious just now.

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

Yang Zimei had looked at them with his eyes, and said lightly, "None of them are left."

"Why is this so?" Song Xuan wondered, could she still manipulate the human spirit?

Yang Zimei hasn't harmed people's spirit yet, but she can make Yin fall into their brains and make them have hallucinations, thinking that the people around them were killed by the ghosts they killed before, so she tried her best. Strive to kill each other ...

If a person's mind is pure, the evil spirit cannot invade the brain, which is what we usually say. If there is no ghost in the heart, it is naturally not afraid of the ghost knocking at the door in the middle of the night.

"Mr. Song, don't you really want the things in it?" Yang Zimei asked, raising a sack.

Song Xuan looked at the sack with a bitter smile, "This is yours."

"Then I'm welcome." Yang Zimei raised his eyebrows slyly. "But there is one thing you like very much, and I can send it to you."

After speaking, she reached into the sack and took out a blue jade dragon flute.

Just now, she found that Song Xuan has been watching this jade dragon flute for the longest time, and her eyes are full of hot love for it.

Sure enough, Song Xuan saw the jade dragon flute, and the arc-length eyes flashed with sparkling light.

This is a jade dragon flute made of the finest blue field jade, with exquisite craftsmanship and vivid patterns.

No matter from the perspective of antiques, or from the perspective of blowing people, this is something that cannot be discarded.

"Mr. Song, this is yours. You can rest assured, there is no evil spirit in it, just clean it. If you want to use it for flute, remember to blow it to me."

Song Xuan's face turned red slightly, and she took Yu Xiao in her hand and couldn't help it.

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

He carefully put Yulong Xiao into his black suitcase. "Thank Xiaomei, I will definitely play the first song for you."

Yang Zimei smiled.