Chapter 546 The Wrath of the Wraith

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"Military B license plate? Where did that come from?" Yang Zimei knew nothing about military license plate numbers.

Luo Yinghao explained to her:

Military cards are composed of Chinese characters, letters, spacers, and serial numbers. The format is: "Army A·12345" at the front and "Army A·12345" at the rear, which is commonly known as "front red and back black".

"Army A" refers to the Military Commission and General Staff, while "Army B" belongs to the license plate number of the "General Political Department".

Yang Zimei's eyes lit up when she heard it, "Can you really get such a cool license plate number as Army B?"

"With Jiang Shaoshuai's ability, it's no problem. You might as well ask him to give you a car as a gift to this master. 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 and manly Land Rover, although it is very different from her temperament.

Luo Yinghao's forehead dripped with sweat again.

However, although she looks like a weak girl, her essence can no longer be measured by a girl, even driving a Land Rover!

The car quickly came to the front of the house.

Yang Zimei got out of the car and saw the black and turbid Yin Sha Qi swirling over the house like a vortex, more chaotic than what she saw before she came.

She hurried over and saw that the door of the mansion was open, and there was a woman crying in a low, suppressed voice.

"Master—"

She called out softly.

"Niuniu, come in."

Yuqing heard her voice and responded.

Yang Zimei stepped inside, and found that it was actually covered with yellow soul-calling banners used for magic, which looked extremely gloomy.

Why are you doing these formations again?

No wonder the soul was furious.

Yang Zimei frowned, lifted the fluttering spirit banners, and saw the master.

In front of him, there are five people lying.

One was Xu Tian, ​​the uncle of the host, whom she had met before, the other should be his two sons Xu Feilong and Xu Feihu, and the other was his grandson Xu Haotian.

The three of them were not in a coma, but their faces were pale, their eyes were empty, and there was no trace of vitality, while beside them were surrounded by old and young women crying.

Yang Zimei looked at them with the eyes of the sky, and sure enough, either a soul or a soul was lost, and it was lost three days ago.

In another ten hours, if the soul can't be found, it will only be death.

"Niuniu, are you here?"

Yu Qing fluttered his whisk and said helplessly: "Look if you have a way to retrieve their souls. Master's mana is not enough, so he can't get these souls back from the hands of the dead."

"Never encountered a case of taking a soul from a dead soul—"

Yang Zimei's heart has no bottom.

She turned to the center of the hall and found signs of ground breaking, so she asked the crying aunt, "Don't you want to dig up the body buried in the ground?"

The aunt cried, "Yes, my wife originally wanted to move out, but this house was left by my ancestors, there are too many memories in it, and the feng shui is also very good, he and my sons will not be the same. I was willing to listen to the slanderous words of a physicist. I wanted to remove the corpse and continue to treat it as an ancestral home. Who knows, as soon as the soil was dug up, the corpse that appeared in the ground did not rot at all, as if it had just died. But my wife, and my son and grandson suddenly all fell to the ground, unable to get up..."

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