Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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"who is it?"

After all, Zhang Haipeng has spent dozens of years in the officialdom. What she is best at is to look at things and understand the people. When she sees Yang Zimei saying this, she also roughly understands what she wants to do?

"Antique merchant Song Xuan in city A."

Yang Zi's eyebrows forced him to look at him sharply. "I heard that you ordered the police station, the industrial and commercial bureau, and the counterfeit counter of A to deal with him jointly."

Song Xuan?

Zhang Haipeng's triangular eyes narrowed slightly. It turned out that it was because of him.

"Nothing like that."

As a cunning official, he naturally would not be so stupid as to admit it, and he would deny it.

"No?"

As soon as Yang Zimei's fingers moved, a burst of yin qi shot out into his forehead, and then chanted the truth spell.

I did not expect that Zhang Haipeng's willpower was very strong, and his mental quality was also excellent.

The evil spirit invaded and was cursed, but he could still control his own lips and refused to tell the truth.

It seems that he still has to torture him.

Yang Zimei simply gave him a five-ghost chase ...

Zhang Haipeng immediately felt like his body was being pulled by countless people, and in his mind, various injustices began to appear, including his first wife who was poisoned in order to climb the market.

"what--"

He yelled in horror, with a distorted face and an uncomfortable pale face, constantly yelling, "Don't look for me, don't look for me, you get away ..."

The lover next to him was stunned, wondering what was happening to him, how the body was constantly twisting and tearing like an octopus, tearing and tearing the sheets, revealing his ugliness Obese body.

Yang Zimei really didn't want his ugly figure to pollute his eyes, and his fingers moved again, pausing the five ghosts' chase.

As soon as the illusion disappeared, Zhang Haipeng's thoughts became normal.

He hurriedly reached over the sheets, covering himself.

"Who the **** are you? What did you do to me?"

He looked at Yang Zimei in horror and asked tremblingly.

"I didn't do anything, just cast a curse. Hey, how did you feel when you were trapped by the ghosts? Wife who was poisoned by you, did you want to tear you?"

Yang Zimei sneered.

Zhang Haipeng's face was so pale, "Are you a witch?"

"Witch? Not really. I'm the master, to be exact." Yang Zi grinned, his eyes cold again, "Speaking! Who directed you to deal with Song Xuan!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Before Zhang Haipeng finished speaking, her body suddenly twisted, her head tilted, her mouth frothed, her eyes narrowed.

Yang Zimei wondered, but he is not casting spells on him now, how could this be the case?

When she hadn't responded, Zhang Haipeng suddenly strangled to death, no longer breathing heartbeat.

The woman on the side was screaming in fright. Fortunately, the sound insulation of this five-star hotel is super good.

Yang Zimei quickly sealed the woman's dumb hole.

She looked at Zhang Haipeng's condition doubtfully. On the surface, it was strangled to death due to a sudden heart attack. In fact, a yin-like gas was walking upstream of his body, like a worm swimming in the vessel. Go in general.

Her heart froze.

Did Zhang Haipeng get rid of maggots before?

She looked at the corpse with the eyes of the sky, holding the silver needle in her hand, looking for the place where the black gas walked, and stabbed in.

A drop of black liquid permeated from the skin where the silver needle was inserted, flashing a strange green ...

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