Deep down, she didn't want him to regain his memory.
A person who does not remember anything may feel confused, but he is also happy.
What's more, Long Zhutian's memory is not that good.
"What kind of map is that?" Yang Zimei thought of the map of Zhouxi Cemetery in his bag and had some premonitions in his heart.
"I don't know much about this. I'll take it back and look at it with you. Anyway, I have a strange feeling when I see that map." Long Zhutian replied.
"Well, let's take a look together then."
"Meimei, what are you doing now?"
"hehe--"
Yang Zimei looked around, smiled and lied, "Catch ghosts with Master."
"Not finished catching yet?"
"no."
"Be sure to pay attention to safety. I really don't want you to do these things. You should be sitting in the house reading a book and swinging on the swing." Long Zhutian said.
Yang Zimei recalled the beautiful days she spent with Long Zhutian in the past month, with a slight smile on her lips and a radiant look in her eyes.
"Little girl—" Xuehu suddenly raised his head, looked at her with his big eyes, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Next time you chat with me, you must have this attitude."
Yang Zimei rolled her eyes at him, ignored him, and continued to talk to Long Zhutian. Until she saw another policeman coming in, Fang hurriedly said goodbye, hung up the phone, and hid the phone.
Captain Ding Yi came in, followed by several policemen who had just wrestled here.
As soon as they came in, they looked around nervously, worried that they would be possessed again.
Yang Zimei wanted to play with them again, and with an evil spirit, his finger flicked out and hit one of the policemen on the leg.
The policeman fell down with a thud.
The others were so frightened that they quickly shrank back.
"What are you doing?" Ding Yi scolded sternly, "You are still a people's policeman who has received a materialist education, and you are even afraid of ghosts? Don't embarrass me."
Yang Zimei took back his evil spirit, and the policeman was able to stand up.
However, she shot it into another policeman's knee, causing him to wrestle.
After taking turns like this, although they could all stand up straight quickly, their hearts were filled with panic. Even Ding Yi was suspicious.
However, Yang Zimei did not shoot him on the knee. Instead, he shot the sinister energy on his forehead, causing him to hit the wall hard several times for no apparent reason. He was so frightened that he turned pale and hurriedly left the place. Others
He also left.
"Little nephew, how did you do it?"
When Yu Zhenzi, who had been standing by, saw such an interesting thing, his first reaction was naturally to think that Yang Zimei had done something good.
"Hehe, just use the evil spirit." Yang Zimei smiled slyly.
"Huh? The police station has always been a place with the strongest yang energy. Where did you attract the yin energy? And you don't need to draw talismans?" Yu Zhenzi asked in surprise.
"When she has cultivated to this level, she can use Yin evil energy at will." Yu Qing answered him from the side.
"Senior brother, if I had known it was so fun, I wish I had practiced hard before." Yu Zhenzi said with an envious look.
"Uncle Master, I will teach you when you get out." In fact, the reason why the seals attract evil spirits is not a Taoist magic, but a witchcraft that Yang Zimei secretly learned from the scraps.
Although Yu Zhenzi's skills are not deep, he can still use the evil energy of the surrounding environment to attack people.
However, it is not like her who has a huge evil energy in her body and can have it at any time.