After all, Zhang Haipeng has been in the officialdom for decades. What he is best at is observing words and emotions, and knowing how to read people's hearts. When he saw what Yang Zimei said, he also roughly understood what she wanted to do?
"Song Xuan, an antique dealer in City A."
Yang Zimei looked at him sharply, "I heard that it was you who ordered the police station, industrial and commercial bureau, and anti-counterfeiting office of City A to jointly deal with him."
Song Xuan?
Zhang Haipeng's triangular eyes shrank slightly. It turned out that it was because of him.
"That's not the case."
As a cunning official, he would naturally not be so stupid as to admit this, so he would deny it outright.
"No?"
Yang Zimei moved his fingers, and a sinister energy shot out and penetrated into his forehead, and then he recited the truth spell.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Haipeng has a strong willpower and a strong psychological quality.
The evil spirit invaded and he was cursed, but he could still control himself and bite his lips and refuse to tell the truth.
It seems that he still needs to be tortured.
Yang Zimei simply cast the Five Ghost Life-Chasing Curse on him...
Zhang Haipeng immediately felt as if his body was being pulled by countless people, and in his mind, all kinds of ghosts began to appear, including the first wife he poisoned to death in order to get the mayor's daughter.
"ah--"
He screamed in horror, his face was twisted, and he turned pale with pain. He kept shouting, "Don't look for me, don't look for me, get out of here..."
The lover next to him was stunned and couldn't understand what happened to him. His body was twisting and tearing like an octopus, tearing the sheets to pieces, revealing his ugly body.
Fat body.
Yang Zimei really didn't want his ugly form to contaminate her eyes, so she moved her finger again and suspended the Five Ghosts Life-Chasing Curse.
Once the hallucination disappeared, Zhang Haipeng's mind returned to normal.
He hurriedly reached out and pulled the sheets to cover himself.
"Who are you? What have you done to me?"
He looked at Yang Zimei in great horror and asked tremblingly.
"I didn't do anything, just cast a spell. Hey, how did it feel to be haunted by the five ghosts just now? Does the wife you poisoned to death want to tear you apart?"
Yang Zimei sneered.
Zhang Haipeng's face turned pale, "Are you a witch?"
"Witch? Not really. To be precise, I'm a physiognomist." Yang Zimei sneered, his eyes becoming cold again, "Tell me! Who ordered you to deal with Song Xuan!"
"Yes Yes Yes……"
Before Zhang Haipeng finished speaking, his body suddenly twisted, his head tilted, foaming at the mouth, rolling his eyes and trembling.
Yang Zimei was confused, he didn't cast a spell on him now, how could it happen like this?
Before she could react, Zhang Haipeng suddenly died of exhaustion, with no breathing or heartbeat.
The woman on the side was so frightened that she screamed. Fortunately, the sound insulation effect of this five-star hotel was very good.
Yang Zimei quickly sealed the woman's dumb hole.
She looked at Zhang Haipeng's condition suspiciously. On the surface, it seemed that he died of a sudden heart attack. In fact, there was an evil spirit floating around his body, like a worm swimming in his veins.
Walk normally.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that Zhang Haipeng was poisoned by someone before?
She looked at the corpse with her heavenly eyes, holding a silver needle in her hand, looking for where the black air was wandering, and stabbed it in.
A drop of black liquid seeped out from the skin where the silver needle was inserted, shining with a strange green color...