Chapter 498 There's something wrong between them
Tang Buci cursed in his heart - Ye Xiaomei, I have always treated you well. If you were a master, I would have fought back long ago. It's a pity that I liked you before and wanted to dig into your corner. Now it seems that I am lucky to have escaped this disaster.
Ye Xiaomei's voice changed: "Zhao Heihu and Shang Zhen, both have their souls squeezed out..."
Ye Xiaomei was so scared at this moment, otherwise, she would just give him a punch and then guard him for the rest of his life - how about we escape from death together? Don't talk nonsense.
"What?" Tang Buci pinched the shoulder that hit the car window in frustration. Thinking back to what happened just now, he almost flew out, no, flew in.
"What did you say?"
Ye Xiaomei shifted the gears, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. Wind blew in through the broken car window:
"I said Zhao Heihu's soul was controlled, and Shang Zhen was also not right..."
Ye Xiaomei was too lazy to explain that if she hadn't kicked him to shut him up, she didn't know whether he would become a dead tree by now.
"I can only vaguely see that the other person's spirit is not himself, but I have seen the person on Zhao Heihu's body."
Ye Xiaomei held the steering wheel with both hands, still feeling like she had survived a disaster.
Otherwise, being able to take over someone else's body and retrieve that person's memory is no ordinary sorcery.
If it is a common sorcery, the person's voice and temperament will change, and even the way he speaks will have nothing to do with his original self.
But this time, these two people were able to utilize the original body's memory and their own cognition, and they were able to control it without taking possession of it. This was no ordinary case of being possessed.
"Who is it?" Tang Bushi suddenly forgot about the pain in his shoulder.
Well, the fact that a blockhead like him can feel pain proves that he is a human being.
"It seems to be the monk from the research institute, the monk who sweeps the grounds in the temple you followed Qin Xiaoyi to, the monk named Mingxin. As for Shang Zhen, I can't see clearly. She appears and disappears."
Ye Xiaomei said this without slowing down the car at all.
Tang Buci took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his nose and murmured:
"You mean to say that these two people were used by someone? Don't you know who really used Shang?"
"I'm just guessing. She's sometimes there and sometimes not. There's probably only one person who could be so scared in front of me."
After Ye Xiaomei said this, she suddenly realized that she was getting off the highway.
She had to slow down and wait to pass.
There weren't many cars in those days, so after checking Tang Buci's road maintenance receipt, they passed by quickly.
Ye Xiaomei also took this opportunity to calm down.
Tang Buci reacted as if he had been electrocuted: "Qin Xiaoyi?"
Ye Xiaomei didn't say anything because she couldn't see. After all, Shang Zhen's emotional expressions and abnormal reactions were fleeting.
However, apart from her, Ye Xiaomei really couldn't think of anyone else.
She still remembered that the soul would be locked into the world that a person was attached to before he died.
Mr. Shu also said that one is indeed unconscious at the time of death, but one will live on in the things one is obsessed with, and these things will be taken away into reincarnation and even for generations to come. This is also what some Buddhists call karma.
If that's the case, then isn't their method of studying soul travel no different from death?
It is to find a group of people who are obsessed with completing a certain task at a destination. If they are hypnotized and given instructions, then no matter they are really dead or just faking their death, they will arrive at that world and time.
"To be honest, I'm not sure. You just said too much. Aren't you afraid of being robbed of your money and killed?"
Ye Xiaomei spoke in a calm tone, but in her heart she felt that this person who was good at using this kind of magic was too scary.
She even thought about how she was unconsciously led to the mountain that night and saw Monk Mingxin.
This doesn't seem to be a coincidence. If I had been imprisoned at that time, my body would have been sleeping in the rented house forever, and I wouldn't even know whether I was dead or alive.
Tang Buci became nervous after hearing the words "murder for money". He then realized that the window on his side was broken. He quickly moved to the other side. After all, the car was going very fast and the wind was making people uncomfortable.
After taking a closer look, Tang Buci sighed and said, "I didn't realize you could drive."
"You just saw it?" He just didn't have a license, but it was normal to not have a license in this era. It's just that Ye Xiaomei really wanted to say that she could also fly a plane.
She learned everything she saw. When she rode in a helicopter driven by Ma Qijun for the first time, she knew how to operate it. Turning the elevator lever left and right was enough.
After a long time, on the Panshan Expressway, Ye Xiaomei discovered that Gaoshan’s location was great, as she could see the morning glow at just five o’clock.
"Will Ah Meng... be caught?" Tang Bushi asked suddenly.
Ye Xiaomei ignored him and pretended that the wind coming in through the car window was too strong and she didn't hear it.
As the winding mountain road spiraled downward, Ye Xiaomei suddenly looked up and saw a flowing shadow covering the windshield and then slowly moving past.
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank and she quickly slowed down and looked up.
Four large helicopters flew overhead.
Ordinary helicopters are like dragonflies, but this helicopter is different. It has three wings in the front and back, and the propellers do not interfere with each other. It makes a very loud noise, but the sound is deep.
It gives people a sense of déjà vu, and they are afraid that they will fall and be crushed to death.
"It seems that the red maple tree has already traveled by land to Changshou Village." Ye Xiaomei murmured. These planes were simply rushing to the corresponding location to lift the roots of the red maple trees into the village.
Tang Buci just took a look. After all, he was the one who spent the money, so he was not interested in these things:
"Ye Xiaomei, you said there are such evil masters who can easily control people's souls. Isn't it very dangerous? For example, you don't even know if I am the one being controlled."
Ye Xiaomei curled her lips: "You, it's impossible, and this kind of evil magic obviously can't be used casually."
"Why do you think so?" Tang Bushi could tell from Ye Xiaomei's tone that she looked down on him.
"You are usually so smart and well-read in poetry, how come you can't figure this out? Think about it, if this organization can easily control people with witchcraft, how can they be short of money? If they can just control you, the money will come naturally, and if they want to use power, they can just use this trick, right? Whatever you want will come to you.
Are you still worried that the red maple trees cannot be shipped out of the country?"
Tang Buci nodded: "However, isn't it possible that those powerful people within their organization are also controlled by this kind of evil magic?"
"Qin Xiaoyi said before he died that those people were all from the future sent from the 21st century."
When Tang Buci heard this, he said, "Wucao, time travelers? And there are so many of them? Then wouldn't they have a huge amount of information? Why am I not a time traveler? If I were, I would be able to predict the rise and fall of stocks in advance, and I would have made a fortune. Alas... I'm not destined for that."
Ye Xiaomei's mouth twitched. Does this guy still need money? "It's possible that a hundred years later, the roots of your red maple tree have been chopped up and used as firewood. Oh no, if it weren't for me, you might have been thrown into the sea by the Japanese. Where would you be in the future?"
Tang Buci was unhappy when he heard this: "Then how can you come from the future? Why should I be burned as firewood?"
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank: "Where did you get the news?"
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