My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Changlang shook his head. After listening to Shang Yanzhou's words, he began to lose his mind. After eating, Wen Changlang ran upstairs vigorously, took out the talismans in his pocket, and stacked them all on the together, and then opened the wooden box, and took out two empty yellow papers.

Biting his finger, he drew a soul-suppressing talisman with his own blood. He drew two in total. Wen Changlang put his finger into his mouth, sucked the remaining blood, and then took the two soul-suppressing talismans. Wen Lingfu ran downstairs.

Now that he has no spells, those ordinary talismans can't be of much use at all. It's a coincidence. According to the photo he saw that day, according to the death date of the corpse above, tonight happens to be the first seven, and Shang Yanzhou is still the first. A person who touches a dead body.

Although Shang Yanzhou has great merits and virtues, he will not be eroded by resentment, but if he is entangled by ghosts transformed by resentment, it will be troublesome.

Going down with the soul-suppressing talisman, Wen Changlang folded the talisman into a triangle shape, then handed it to Shang Yanzhou, and said:

"This talisman, don't leave your body tonight, not even in the shower! And when you go to sleep, remember to hold it in the palm of your hand, and... oh forget it! Just in case, let's sleep in a room tonight, Anyway, I don't despise you!"

Shang Yanzhou's face darkened slightly: "I despise you."

Hearing the quick and fluent answer, Wen Changlang was suddenly in a bad mood:

"I haven't even disliked you for snoring and grinding your teeth! You have disliked me first! Besides, I'm thinking about your safety! Why don't I know how to thank you! I don't know good people!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Changlang pouted resentfully, put his arms around his chest, squinted at him, then shook his head, and spoke again in a serious manner:

"I think it's better to forget it! Don't sleep in one room! Otherwise, I'm afraid you will covet my beauty!"

Shang Yanzhou's eyelids moved slightly, he was too lazy to deal with him, so he turned around and went up to the second floor.

Back in the room, Shang Yanzhou spread out his palms, and the triangle-shaped yellow talisman inside was lying quietly. The slightly folded triangle really had the style of Wen Changlang, huh...

After the wall clock rang after eleven o'clock, Wen Changlang didn't fall asleep all the time, tossing and turning, always feeling that something would happen tonight, he tried to turn a gesture, but the spell still didn't recover.

Seeing that it was almost 12 o'clock, Wen Changlang could neither lie down nor sit down. He had the blood of the Wen family in his body, and the world's ghosts couldn't do anything to him, but, for some reason, Wen Changlang always Some uneasy.

If it is a ruthless character who wants to die together, then he will be finished.

It's impossible for him to cut his wrist and bleed to suppress the resentful soul, right?

Otherwise, he should go to Shang Yanzhou... After all, Shang Yanzhou's merits and virtues, ordinary evil things, would not dare to approach.

Thinking of this, Wen Changlang hugged his pillow numbly, went to the ground barefoot, and rushed out like the wind.

The rooms of the two were already next to each other. Wen Changlang turned a corner when he went out, and arrived at the door of Shang Yanzhou's room. The doorknob was turned and it was closed!

This is to guard against him!

Wen Changlang stood outside the door with a pillow in his arms in depression, then quickly rushed back to his room, walked outside the balcony, put the pillow in his mouth and dangled it, and climbed onto the balcony fence. Stepping on the edge of the wall that is only one foot wide, slowly move over.