My magic stick is going to heaven!

Now that he was discovered, Wen Changlang was unambiguous, quickly clamped the soul-calling bell under his arm, took out the roll of red thread, bit his finger, twisted the red thread and pulled it over, the red thread was covered with blood, in this yin qi formation In the hall of the formation, there was a golden light.

At this time, Wen Changlang didn't have the playful expression and sloppy look on his face. With a tense face, he rolled over, pulled out the red thread, and flipped it left and right. Ghosts with strong resentment surround it.

"what!!!"

A shrill and hoarse voice came from the soul body. She probably wanted to escape, so she kept hitting the red line, but was blocked by the golden light.

Wen Changlang spoke eloquently, a spell passed, and a talisman appeared in his hand, and the other hand was a little empty, and a touch of faint blue sparks appeared, and the talisman was clicked on. After the talisman was ignited, the rune on it floated in the air, slowly Slowly grow bigger.

Seeing the talisman, the old servant started to panic and struggled harder, with a ferocious, terrified, and unwilling expression on his face, but in the end, it all turned into begging for mercy:

"Master, spare your life! Master, spare your life! The kid knows he was wrong!"

Wen Changlang tightened the red line and pursed his lips without saying a word. The ancestral precepts of the Wen family's yin and yang spread the ancestral precepts, shaking all the ghosts and ghosts in the world, and showing no mercy. Besides, the ghost in front of him had already become a resentful ghost, and his body was full of resentment. May be probation, can only transition.

However, according to the accumulated crimes on her body, I'm afraid that if she wants to be reincarnated in human form, she will have to go through the merit book of the underworld.

When the red line was slowly tightened, the old servant's screams became even louder, and he even began to curse Shang Mansion viciously:

"Damn you people! I won't let you go! I have worked hard for the Shang Mansion all my life, and I will not help my grandson until I die! You will die! Die!"

These curses resounded throughout the Shang mansion, making people feel terrified and terrified.

Wen Changlang shook his head, and said regretfully:

"I'm stubborn, I'm going to be transformed and I don't have any morals."

After finishing speaking, Wen Changlang directly took out the gossip plate, dripped a drop of blood on it, and lit it against the moonlight, and a hazy passage leading to the sky appeared.

Then take the gossip plate to shine on the ghost, and recite the formula of rebirth. Under the baptism of golden light, the old servant moaned in pain, until finally, it was completely washed, the love and hatred between the eyes disappeared, the world was broken, and it had changed. It became the most beautiful age at the beginning, and set foot on the passage leading to the underworld.

After the matter was settled, Wen Changlang took back the gossip tray, clapped his hands, and said two words calmly:

"knock off!"

Shang Yanzhou did not speak from the beginning to the end, until the lights in the hall came on, he suddenly came back to his senses and asked:

"Is that thing just a ghost after death? After death, is it so... ugly?"

Shang Yanzhou said the last sentence with great difficulty, with a sting in his throat, a trace of unacceptable expression appeared on his handsome and handsome face, which always had a smile.

Um?Wen Changlang paused, and looked at him in disbelief: "You...can you see the...ghost just now?"

After receiving Shang Yanzhou's nod, Wen Changlang's eyes widened, how could it be possible!How could an ordinary person be able to see ghosts? He is neither a celestial master nor a member of his Wen Family Yin Yang shop. It doesn't make sense!

Wen Changlang's gaze became more and more strange as he stared at it, causing Shang Yanzhou to shift his gaze a little uncomfortably. Only then did he realize what an improper question he had just asked.