My magic stick is going to heaven!

At the same time when the lights were turned off, there was a shrill and sharp tearing sound from the balcony. When I fixed my eyes, a man covered in blood was being torn apart bit by bit. From head to toe, the flesh was connected. The tendons, the tendons were covered with blood, as if they were bitten by an invisible big mouth, and when they were pulled hard, a piece of meat fell off.

One piece after another, until there were only bones left on the man's body, supporting the head, it was extremely strange and bloody, and the deep and dead eyes stared straight at Shang Yanzhou on the bed, and then he turned his head vigorously. It was disconnected immediately, and flew to Shang Yanzhou who was on the bed in the air.

But when he was about to get close to Shang Yanzhou, he was bounced back by a burst of golden light, rolled on the ground a few times, and finally stopped at the foot of the standing blood skeleton, with protruding eyes and kept spinning.

Sweat began to break out on Shang Yanzhou's face. When the head flew close just now, it had a faint light, so he could clearly see the expression on that face, the tragic scene, the pain Twisted, the mouth was torn to the base of the ears, the white eyeballs were turned outwards, the nose was split and bent to both sides, and the carrion worm in the middle was constantly wriggling.

At this time, a thunder flashed, and the bloody skeleton on the balcony and the crawling head disappeared instantly, and even the torn pieces of meat on the ground disappeared.

However, Wen Changlang did not dare to relax at all. His spells had not recovered, and he had no way of seeing where the ghost was hiding.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a tearing cry from the bottom of the bed, and then, a force slammed into the bottom of the bed, Wen Changlang secretly screamed that it was not good, and at the moment before the mattress flew up from the bed board, it was Shang Yanzhou who slammed into the bottom of the bed. With a tug, Wen Changlang turned over and left the bed, only to escape the coldly shining claws that flew out from behind the cracked mattress.

The long nails shone coldly and were blood-colored. A dark figure dragging strips of flesh and blood finally appeared under the hanging chandelier.

Now, Shang Yanzhou could barely see the original appearance of the corpse from his face. The dark green face was not as terrifying as what he saw just now. What is in front of him now is probably after his death, caused by resentment. Transformed into ghosts.

"Hello."

"?!"

Wen Changlang turned his head and stared. The expression on his face at this moment was even scarier than that of the ghost. Since when did he become so gentlemanly with a ghost who wanted to kill him? ? ?

Shang Yanzhou actually said hello to a ghost. . .

Wen Changlang tugged at his skirt, and asked him like looking at a fool:

"My lord governor, don't you think it's mentally retarded to treat a dead person in the same way as a living person?"

Shang Yanzhou also glanced at him like a fool, and then said calmly:

"I just wanted to test if he could still understand us."

"Humans and ghosts have different ways. Humans have human language, and ghosts have ghost language, so they have been humans and can understand human language, but we have never been ghosts, so naturally we can't understand ghost language."

Having said that, Wen Changlang paused for a moment, then inserted his hand into his hair in a smart manner, put one hand in his trouser pocket, his eyes were piercing, and he continued with the last sentence:

"However! For me, the excellent inheritor of the Yin Yang Shop of the Wen family, everything is an exception!"

"Not only can I understand ghost language, but I can also understand ghost language in dialects from various places. I can do everything! I'm really good, I'm a little distressed!"