Chapter 932

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uncle Shi died because of her, and her heart has never stopped feeling guilty.

And uncle get along bit by bit, is so vivid.

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even though it was dark, Yang Zimei was eager to miss his uncle, so he warmed up a pot of good wine, brought some exquisite cakes and went to yuzhenzi's grave with Zhenzi.

I haven't come for a month. The grave is covered with grass.

Yang Zimei refused Zhenzi's help. He pulled up the weeds on the top of the grave by himself. Then he knelt down in front of the grave, poured a glass of wine, and poured it on the grave. He murmured to the uncle for a while.

Unfortunately, the martial uncle may have gone to reincarnation. She can't even see his ghost.

"Master, this is not a man."

Zhenzi suddenly called out.

Yang Zimei turned to the shed specially built for Meng Tianxiao.

On that day, in order to avenge her martial uncle, she cut off Meng Tianxiao's hands and feet and soaked them in a wine jar. She gave him a thousand year old ginseng that could hold his last breath. She asked him to keep the spirit of his martial uncle here, atone for him and suffer.

She got up in a hurry and found that the head on the wine jar turned out to be a wax figure.

What about real people?

She slightly frowned and pinched her fingers. She found that Meng Tianxiao's breath was actually in the distance, maybe not in China.

Was he rescued by his younger brother Li Tangyi?

On that day, in order to prevent people from breaking into this place, Yang Zimei arranged Yin Sha array. Ordinary people could not enter here to see Meng Tianxiao. Even Li Tangyi, who knew a little about magic, should not have this skill.

There is no trace of passive array here. If you can walk in and change Meng Tianxiao, you must be an expert.

As soon as she thought that Meng Tianxiao was the one who killed the martial uncle, she was filled with indignation and wished to find him out and abuse him.

She looked at the lifelike head of the wax figure, thought for a moment, took out three silver needles, according to Meng Tianxiao's eight characters of birth, recited words, and then the three needles directly stabbed into the Tiantan cave of the wax figure.

As far back as the United States, Meng Tianxiao, who is in a wheelchair with prosthetic limbs, is in a good mental state. While chatting with his maid, he suddenly feels a pain in his head, as if there are countless needles in it. The pain almost makes him roll out.

The maid was very surprised and quickly hugged him and asked, "Mr. Meng, what's the matter with you?"

"Go and get a red cloth to cover my head."

Although Meng Tianxiao's hands and feet were gone, he still had a keen sense of Xiangshi's touch. He felt that the sudden headache should not be a disease, but was cast by someone, so he cried out in a hurry.

The maid did not know where to find the red cloth, so she had to cover Meng Tianxiao's head with a pair of red underpants.

The pain on Meng Tianxiao's head gradually disappeared.

Yang Zimei, in front of yuzhenzi's tomb, saw that the three needles which had been shaking all of a sudden stopped beating, so he understood that Meng Tianxiao should have taken a method to break his curse of chasing souls from thousands of miles.

Because this distance is too far, breaking the mantra is extremely simple.

If Meng Tianxiao is within a hundred Li, she will not give him a chance to break the curse.

Yang Zimei didn't pull up the three silver needles either. He went back to the grave and knelt down and swore that he would take Meng Tianxiao's head back to worship him again.

Yang Zimei and Zhenzi go down the mountain after leaving their uncle's grave.

The mountain road is winding, and her soul is blurred. Soon after she left, a figure wearing a blue Taoist robe stands in front of yuzhenzi's grave, with a black cat with red and green pupils at her feet

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