"Military B license plate? Where did that come from?" Yang Zimei knew nothing about military license plates.
Luo Yinghao explained to her:
The military plate consists of Chinese prefixes, letters, spacers, and serial numbers. The format is: "Military A12345" on the front of the car and "Military A12345" on the rear, which is commonly known as "red on the front and black on the back."
"Army A" refers to the Military Commission and the General Staff, while "Army B" belongs to the license plate number of the "General Political Department".[
When Yang Zimei heard this, his eyes lit up, "Can you really get such an awesome license plate number as Jun B?"
"With Marshal Jiang's ability, it's no problem. You might as well ask him to give you, my master, a car as a meeting gift. What type of military vehicle do you like?" Luo Yinghao asked.
"Just this kind of Land Rover!" Yang Zimei really likes this kind of domineering, tough and manly Land Rover, even though it is very different from her temperament.
Luo Yinghao's forehead was dripping with sweat again.
However, although she looks like a weak girl, her essence can no longer be measured by a girl, even if she drives a Land Rover!
The car soon arrived in front of the house.
Yang Zimei got out of the car and saw the black and turbid evil spirit swirling over the house like a whirlpool, making it even more chaotic than what she had seen before arriving.
She hurriedly walked over and saw the door of the mansion open, and a woman's low, suppressed cry could be heard from inside.
"Master"
She called out softly.
"Niuniu, come in quickly."
Yuqing heard her voice and responded.
Yang Zimei stepped in and found that it was filled with yellow soul-calling flags used for spells, making it look extremely gloomy.
Why are you doing these formations again?
No wonder the dead soul was so angry.
Yang Zimei frowned, lifted up the fluttering soul-calling flags, and saw the master.
In front of him, five people were lying.
One is the host's uncle Xu Tian whom she had met before, the other should be his two sons Xu Feilong and Xu Feihu, and the third is his grandson Xu Haotian.
These three people were not unconscious, but they were lying with pale faces and empty eyes, without a trace of vitality. Next to them, there were old and young women crying.[
Yang Zimei looked at them with his heavenly eyes. Sure enough, he had either lost a soul or a soul, and it was lost three days ago.
In another ten hours, if the soul cannot be found, the only option is death.
"Niuniu, are you here?"
Yu Qing raised the fly whisk and said helplessly: "See if you can get their souls back. Master's magic power is not enough to get these souls back from the hands of the dead souls."
"I have never encountered a case where the souls were stolen from the dead."
Yang Zimei didn't feel confident either.
She turned to the center of the hall and found signs of groundbreaking, so she asked the crying aunt beside her, "You don't want to dig up the bodies buried in the ground, do you?"
The aunt cried, "Yes, my wife originally wanted to move away, but this house was left by our ancestors. It contains too many memories, and the feng shui is also very good, so he and our sons will not like it."
I was reluctant to give up and listened to the slanderous words of a fortune teller and wanted to do that.
Just move the bones away and continue to treat this place as your ancestral home. Who would have known that once the soil was dug up, the bones that appeared in the ground were not rotten at all, as if they had just died. And my wife, my son and grandson suddenly all
