"Xiao Mei, we don't want these things anymore, let's leave quickly." Song Xuan was worried that these people would take revenge later, so he pulled Yang Zimei and said.
"Then I want it!"
It was a valuable antique. If it was laundered and sold on the market, it would be worth at least several hundred million. She would not be troubled by money.
She picked up the large sack next to her, packed everything directly, and held it in her hand.[
Song Xuan looked at her with sweat and said, "They will definitely not let us go. We still don't want anything. Let's call the police first while they can't move."
"Call the police?"
Yang Zimei sneered, "Of course I won't let them live until the police arrive."
Song Xuan was shocked, "You want to kill them?"
"No, they are not worth letting me do it myself. Let them kill each other. They deserve to die anyway. Master said that eliminating evil is also a matter of promoting good and accumulating blessings."
Yang Zimei's cherry-red lips curled up into a cruel sneer. He drew talismans with his fingers in the void, recited the talisman, and introduced the evil spirit into their minds...
After everything was ready, she asked Song Xuan to go out first.
After Song Xuan went out, she wiped out all the auras of herself and Song Xuan.
Song Xuan and her walked not far away when they heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from the factory...
He glanced back at Yang Zimei with sweat, and found that she was still as calm as a chrysanthemum, just like when he first met her, not at all like the mysterious and unpredictable look just now.
"What will happen to them?" Song Xuan asked.
Yang Zimei had already looked at them with his heavenly eyes and said calmly: "Not a single one is left."
"Why is this happening?" Song Xuan couldn't understand. Could she still control people's minds?
Yang Zimei is not powerful enough to control people's minds, but she can make evil spirits enter their minds and make them hallucinate, thinking that the people around them are the ghosts she killed before and are seeking their lives. Therefore, she will try her best to
Kill each other with all your strength...
If a person's mind is pure, evil spirits will not be able to invade the brain. This is what we usually call, if there are no ghosts in the heart, one will naturally not be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night.
"Mr. Song, do you really don't want the things in this?" Yang Zimei raised the sack and asked.
Song Xuan looked at the sack with a wry smile, "This belongs to you."
"Then I'm not welcome." Yang Zimei raised his eyebrows slyly, "But there is something you like very much in it, I can give it to you."
After saying that, she reached into the sack and took out a green jade dragon flute.[
Just now, she discovered that Song Xuan had been looking at the jade dragon flute for the longest time, his eyes filled with passionate love for it.
Sure enough, Song Xuan saw the jade dragon flute, his long eyes shining with light.
This is a jade dragon flute made of high-quality blue field jade, with meticulous craftsmanship and lifelike patterns.
Whether from the perspective of an antique or a flute player, this is something that cannot be discarded.
"Mr. Song, this is yours. Don't worry. There is no evil spirit in it. Just clean it. If you want to use it to play the flute, remember to play it for me."
Song Xuan's face turned slightly red. He held the jade flute in his hand and couldn't put it down.
If he wasn't worried that the flute would have some viruses and bacteria after being left there for thousands of years, he would have played a song right now.
He carefully put the jade dragon flute into his black suitcase, "Thank you, Xiaomei, I will definitely play the first song for you."
