My magic stick is going to heaven!

Ignoring the awkward smile on his face, Shang Yanzhou turned around, put on his police cap, and walked out. The steps that he took seemed to be still rubbing, with a sense of gnashing of teeth.

After Shang Yanzhou left, Wen Changlang withdrew his smile, and the worried expression on his face gradually increased. It seemed that he sleepwalked again last night, looking at his palm, frowning, this time, I don't know When will it take to recover, I hope that at this time, I can be calmer.

As long as he sleepwalks, the magic spell will definitely fail the next day, and he will no longer be able to sense ghosts, let alone use magic spells. This has happened many times before, but the recovery time is different each time. This time , don't know how long it will be.

Forget it, it's already like this now, I can only watch and recover soon.

Wen Changlang walked back to his room, rummaged through his wooden box, and took out a pair of floral shorts from inside. After putting them on, he dragged the straw woven shoes, and wore a simple wide mandarin jacket, which was casual.

After moving the baby he had packed into the living room on the first floor, Wen Changlang went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and then went to the backyard to pick up some mahogany and put them outside the gate of the small western building. In time, the simple booth will be ready.

Go back to the living room and take out the talismans that were prepared early in the morning, put them on the stand, and start yelling whether there is anyone or not:

"Exorcising evil and avoiding ghosts! A 50 tael silver ticket! Guaranteed to be effective! Come quickly! A 50 tael silver ticket! There is only Wen Zihao! There is no other home!"

West Street is originally a gathering place for wealthy people, and most of them are people from foreign countries. They tend to gather in Western countries. Wen Changlang's shout naturally attracted the attention of some passers-by. of.

Some enthusiastic Shenzhen locals will remind you a few words:

"Little brother, this small building is under the name of the Shang Mansion. If you do this, you are putting your stall in the face of the Shang Mansion, and you are not afraid of getting into trouble?"

Wen Changlang waved his hand and said boldly:

"I'll just live here, don't worry! The old man in the Shang Mansion is Mr. Wen's little brother, and he knows him well!"

"is it?"

Regardless of whether what he said was true or not, anyway, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and they didn't even look at the talismans on his stall for fear of offending the Shang mansion.

Wen Changlang shook the bamboo leaf fan and sat down on the bench with a sad face.

Could it be that his position is not in line with Feng Shui?

Thinking of this, Wen Changlang took out the compass from his pocket, and just wanted to do a divination, only to realize that his technique had failed, and he couldn't make a divination, so he could only put the compass away resentfully.

Nunuzui, Wen Changlang stretched his legs, and shook his fan once and for all. Today, Jiang Taigong still has to practice the principle of fishing, and those who wish to take the bait.

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In the evening, Shang Yanzhou couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. On the open space facing the gate, there was a stall with a hexagram flag hanging high on it. Looking at Zhou at this moment, it is very dazzling.

He tried his best to maintain a smile on his face, walked to the front of the stall, and asked gracefully:

"Excuse me, what are you doing?"

Shang Yanzhou found that since he met Wen Changlang, what are you doing, he seemed to say the most frequently.

"Set up a stall to make money!"

Wen Changlang responded as a matter of course, and when he saw that it was Shang Yanzhou, he grinned and approached, reached out and took off the police cap on Shang Yanzhou's head.