My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Changlang turned his head and gave him a reassuring look, then patted his chest, and said confidently:

"Don't worry! This height really won't bother me! I'll go in and see how the little bastard is doing, otherwise I won't worry!"

"This is a circuit post! It's live! And the wall is so damp, it's dangerous. If you want to go in, find another way. There's no need to take such a risk!"

With a tut, Wen Changlang hugged it stubbornly, with a firm tone:

"This is not dangerous to me!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of Shang Yanzhou who hesitated to speak, Wen Changlang's vigorous body was like a gecko, climbing on the circuit post and moving upward with the help of the wall.

Shang Yanzhou gradually raised his head following his movements, the expression on his face was hidden under the eyelids, and it was faintly dark and deep. Perhaps he didn't really understand Wen Changlang.

Looking away, Shang Yanzhou turned around and went back, and pulled out a new-style short gun from his waist, held it in one hand, and kicked the door open with force under his feet. At this time, Shang Yanzhou had a calm, calm face, and sharp eyes It emits a compelling light, which makes people invisible.

The woman, who was frightened by the loud door breaking, closed the door of the small firewood shed in a panic, and turned her head. She was about to scold, but was frightened by the fierce gaze and backed away.

That domineering aura completely disappeared, leaving only a pale face, reflected in the sunlight, paler even more.

At this time, Wen Changlang had already climbed onto the roof, and when he heard the sound of breaking the door, he quickly crossed several alleys and jumped off the roof.

Then he stared at Shang Yanzhou's serious face exaggeratedly, and suddenly laughed a little:

"Master Governor, so you...will be so violent? Tsk tsk tsk, you really can't be judged by appearances."

Wen Changlang looked at the door that had been smashed violently, shook his head, and thought, fortunately, the door wasn't him, otherwise, it would have hurt so much.

Perhaps it was the gun in Shang Yanzhou's hand that played a decisive deterrent effect. The woman just stood aside with a pale face, rubbing her hands and bowing her head, her body trembling, and her forehead was still sweating.

After Wen Changlang clicked her tongue, she kicked open the firewood door she had just closed. As soon as she entered, Wen Changlang was choked by a strong smell of incense.

This is, a silk handkerchief was passed to his nose and mouth in a timely manner, and he covered it directly, and then came a slightly cold sentence:

"Hold on."

Before he stopped, Wen Changlang clutched the silk handkerchief tactfully, then frowned, scanning the firewood room where his sight gradually became clearer.

When he saw everything in the firewood room clearly, Wen Changlang had the urge to do something to a Yang Shiren for the first time.

A child, naked and without an inch of hair, was lying lifelessly on a straw mat. His lower abdomen was covered with tiny silver needles, which seemed to be used for sewing clothes. Next to the silver needles were a pair of white candles, which were directly lit on the flat abdomen.

On the abdomen, there are shocking ribs. As the candle burns, the dripping wax drips directly onto the skin. Wen Changlang closes his eyes and seems to be able to hear the burning sound.

Putting away the silk handkerchief, taking a deep breath of turbid air, Wen Changlang knelt down on one knee, just about to wave those candles away, but when his eyes came into contact with one place, he froze.

Nostrils fluttered, Wen Changlang smelled a strong smell of blood, this is, dog blood!

Wen Changlang seemed to realize something suddenly. He stood up suddenly, took a few steps back, and expanded his vision to the surrounding area. After seeing the whole arrangement clearly, he took a deep breath, obviously, a little unbelievable.

How can it be!