Song Xuan silently walked back into the detention room where he was being held. He forced a smile and waved to Yang Zimei, "You go back, I'll stay here."
Yang Zimei knew that Song Xuan looked gentle and weak on the surface, but in fact, he had the unique paranoia of an intellectual in his heart.
She knew that it was useless to talk any more. She could only try to figure out everything behind the scenes and find out the real mastermind, so that she could truly save Song Xuan and herself.
Yes, her current ability is not weak.
However, no matter how strong a person is, he cannot fight against the huge powerful machine, because you are not alone in this world.
Yang Zimei moved her fingers and placed a life-seeking charm on Chen Wei's forehead!
"Do you know who I am?" She asked with her pupils narrowed and looking at Chen Wei coldly.
Chen Wei touched his forehead. Just now, he only saw Yang Zimei's finger pointing at his forehead and his heart moved. He immediately felt something cold entering his brain and heart, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Who are you?"
he asked with a little horror.
"Yang Zimei, a professional fortune teller." Yang Zimei replied.
Chen Wei's heart skipped a beat. How could he not have heard of Yang Zimei, a talented young fortune teller?
No matter who you offend, don't offend the fortune teller. He also knows this.
The little Song Xuan didn't expect that besides Zhuge Yue and the unknown identity of Long Zhutian, who looked like a god of death, there would also be a famous female fortune teller in City A.
It is said that anyone who offends her will have a tragic end. It is said that the branch director Huang Yiyuan offended her, which led to him being caught by ghosts every night. In the end, he was in a trance and couldn't stand it anymore and ran to surrender.
Thinking of this, his heart sank again. He stroked his forehead and looked at Yang Zimei in horror: "You... what kind of evil spell have you cast?"
"Chasing Talisman!"
There was a sneer on Yang Zimei's lips, "If you dare not deal with Mr. Song properly, I will make your life worse than death!"
After saying that, she moved her fingers and softly shouted, "Bump!"
Chen Wei seemed to have lost his soul all of a sudden and hit the wall next to him.
Yang Zimei's fingers moved again, "Get down!"
Chen Wei fell directly to the ground as if he suddenly fell, and his body was completely out of his control.
"Spare your life, Master, spare your life -"
Chen Wei naturally knew that Yang Zimei had tampered with him, so he lay on the ground and wailed.
Yang Zimei knelt down, his eyes as sharp as substance, and looked at him with soul-stirring piercing power, "Mr. Song, I leave it to you. If he doesn't have good food, drink, and a good place to live, not even a hair of his head will suffer."
Damage, when the time comes, you will know what life is worse than death!"
Chen Wei's face turned earthy and he said hurriedly, "Don't worry, I will definitely worship Mr. Song as a Bodhisattva!"
Yang Zimei smiled faintly and stood up, "Immediately change him to a clean and comfortable place until he is willing to come out on his own."
"Yes, yes, yes." Chen Wei replied hurriedly.
Yang Zimei looked at Song Xuan, "Mr. Song, let's leave first. Don't worry, I will definitely figure everything out. You will be fine. Before that, you have to take good care of yourself and don't let anything happen.
Sister Qingmei is worried."
"Xiao Mei, I will take care of myself, but -"
Song Xuan hesitated and said, "I don't want you to get involved in this matter, it's too dangerous."
"Mr. Song——"
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think there will be no danger if I just sit back and watch?"