Chapter 247

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"Xiaomei, we don't want these things anymore, let's go quickly." Song Xuan, worried that these people would retaliate later, pulled Yang Zimei.

"Then I want it!"

That is a valuable antique. If the laundering is sold on the market, it will be worth at least several hundred million, and she will not be troubled by the money.

She picked up the large sack next to her, packed everything directly, and carried it in her hand.

Song Xuan looked at her coldly and said, "They will definitely not let us go. We still don't want anything. Before they can't move, call the police first."

"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're not worth letting me do it myself, so let them kill each other. Anyway, they deserve to die. Master said that eliminating evil is also a matter of promoting good and accumulating blessings."

The corners of Yang Zimei's cherry-red lips evoked a cruel sneer. She drew a talisman in the void with her fingers, 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 breath of herself and Song Xuan.

Song Xuan and her walked not far away, and 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 indifferent as a chrysanthemum, just like when he first met her, completely unlike the mysterious appearance just now.

"What will happen to them?" Song Xuan asked.

Yang Zimei has already looked at them with the eyes of the sky, and said lightly: "Not one is left."

"Why is this happening?" Song Xuan couldn't understand, could she still control people's spirits?

Yang Zimei is not yet good enough to control people's spirits, but she can make Yin evil into their brains, causing them to hallucinate, thinking that the people around are the ghosts that she killed in the past to take their lives, so she also tried her best. Kill each other with all their might...

If a person's mind is pure, the yin and evil energy cannot invade the brain, which is what we usually say.

"Mr. Song, you really don't want the stuff in here?" Yang Zimei asked, raising the sack.

Song Xuan glanced at the sack with a wry smile, "This belongs to you."

"Then I'm welcome." Yang Zimei raised his brows slyly, "However, there is something you like very much in it, and I can give it to you."

After speaking, she reached into the sack and took out a blue jade dragon flute.

Just now, she discovered that Song Xuan had been looking at this jade dragon flute for the longest time, and her eyes were full of fiery love for it.

Sure enough, when Song Xuan saw the jade dragon flute, his arc-long eyes shone brightly.

This is a jade dragon flute made of high-quality Lantian jade, with meticulous craftsmanship and lifelike patterns.

Whether it is from the perspective of antiques or from the perspective of the i-xiao person, 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 up. If you want to use it for flute, remember to blow it to me."

Song Xuan's face turned red slightly, he held Yu Xiao in his hand and couldn't put it down.

If he hadn't been worried that the flute had been placed for thousands of years, there would be some viruses and bacteria, he would have wanted to play it now.

He put Yulongxiao carefully into his black suitcase, "Thank you Xiaomei, I will definitely play the first song for you."

Yang Zimei smiled.