Chapter 540

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"Army B license plate? Where did that come from?" Yang Zimei didn't know anything about military license plate numbers.

Luo Yinghao explained to her:

The military badge is 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 "red in the front and black in the back".

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

Yang Zimei's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Can you really get such an awesome license plate number like Army B?"

"With Young Marshal Jiang's ability, it's no problem. You might as well ask him to give you a car as a gift as a gift. What kind of military car do you like?" Luo Yinghao asked.

"It's just this kind of Land Rover!" Yang Zimei really likes this kind of domineering, sturdy and manly Land Rover, although it doesn't have the same temperament as hers.

Sweat dripped from Luo Yinghao's forehead again.

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

The car quickly arrived in front of the house.

When Yang Zimei got out of the car, she saw the black and turbid evil spirit swirling above the house like a whirlpool, which was even more chaotic than what she had seen before she came.

She hurried over and saw that the door of the mansion was open, and a woman's suppressed low cry came from inside.

"Master—"

She called out softly.

"Niuniu, come in quickly."

Yuqing heard her voice and responded.

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

Why are you making these formations again?

No wonder the dead soul was furious.

Yang Zimei frowned, lifted those fluttering soul-calling banners, and saw Master.

In front of him, lay five people.

One is Xu Tian, ​​the uncle of the host she met before, one is supposed to be his two sons Xu Feilong and Xu Feihu, and the other is his grandson Xu Haotian.

These three people were not in a coma, but lay pale, with empty eyes, without a trace of vitality, and beside them, there were old and young women crying.

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

After another ten hours, if the soul still cannot be found, the only thing left is death.

"Niuniu, are you here?"

Yu Qing raised his fly whisk, and said helplessly, "See if you can get their souls back. Master doesn't have enough mana to get these souls back from the hands of the dead."

"I have never encountered a case where a soul was taken from the hands of the dead—"

Yang Zimei didn't know what to do.

She turned to the center of the hall and found traces of ground breaking, so she asked the crying aunt beside her, "You don't mean to dig up the buried corpses, do you?"

The aunt cried, "Yes, my wife originally wanted to move away, but this house was left by the ancestors, there are too many memories in it, and the feng shui is also very good, so he and my sons will not live together. I was willing to let it go, I listened to the slander of a physiognomist and wanted to move the bones away, let’s just continue to use this place as my ancestral home. Who knows, once the soil was dug up, the bones that appeared underground were not rotten at all, as if they had just died And my wife, my son and grandson all fell to the ground suddenly, unable to get up..."

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(End of this chapter)

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