My magic stick is going to heaven!

After Shang Yanzhou's eyes were splashed with Wen Changlang's blood, the expressions of both of them changed drastically.

Wen Changlang looked into Shang Yanzhou's eyes in disbelief, and it actually merged with the blood of his Wen family!Moreover, at that moment, he actually saw the most direct form between Yin and Yang.

More importantly, he flipped his hand and made a gesture, and a golden flame rose from his fingertips.

His spells have recovered!

Now that the spell has recovered, it really is like timely rain!

Interrupted by the sudden good news, the matter of Shang Yanzhou's eyes was directly ignored by Wen Changlang. He quickly took out the remaining few ghost-exorcism charms in his pocket, circled them around his fingertips, A black shadow that is driven into the air with a spell.

"Dare to bully you, Mr. Wen's spells are out of order! See how I deal with you! Beat you so submissively!"

Wen Changlang stepped on the ground and jumped into the air. The flames rising from his fingertips carried a destructive aura that made all ghosts in the world fear. Encountering the Burning Spirit Art, it will definitely dissipate in the world!

Wen Changlang's Burning Spirit Art cannot exert its greatest power, but it is more than enough to deal with the little ghost in front of him.

Xu Shi smelled this terrifying aura, and the ghost became restless, but it stared at Shang Yanzhou with an expression of unwillingness.

Originally, his Burning Spirit Art could completely destroy this Yin spirit, but in front of Wen Changlang's eyes, a scene flashed inexplicably again.

A child under five years old, and the dying old woman lying on the bed.

This is... the ghost's relatives?

As soon as Wen Changlang thought of it, at the last moment, he withdrew the Burning Spirit Art and used talismans to suppress it.

Afterwards, Wen Changlang stood in the living room, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already standing at the entrance of Huangquan Road, and in front of him was kneeling a man controlled by a talisman.

"Do you know that even if you can successfully reincarnate in finding a scapegoat, how much punishment will you have to suffer in Abi Hell before reincarnation?"

"I do not care!"

The man's face was hideous, full of broken cans and broken falls after despair.

"Why should I die so unjustly! Why! I don't want to die yet! I can't die yet!"

The man yelled and covered his face and burst into tears. A grown man cried like a helpless child.

Wen Changlang didn't understand:

"I don't want to die because of your five-year-old child and your old mother, right? But I don't understand, since I have them in my heart, why did I spend my life drinking and drinking, obsessed with marijuana, and didn't know how to cherish my family?"

"...It's my fault...it's all my fault! I'm greedy for money! I hurt myself!"

Um?Hearing the meaning hidden in these words, Wen Changlang lowered his voice and asked again:

"Do you remember who killed you?"

"I don't remember, I only know it's for money, this damn money!"

Wen Changlang knew that after a person died, he would lose his memory before death, so there was no conclusion as to who was the murderer.

Opening his eyes, Wen Changlang's lips moved slightly, and cast a spell, sealing the Yin spirit that had turned into a ray of resentment on the talisman and rolled it up.

Then without further ado, he rushed upstairs into the room and took out a small box carved from ancient peach roots, put the rolled up talisman in it, closed it again, and put a talisman in the town before putting it back.

After finishing, Wen Changlang seemed to realize that there was still his live banknote in the living room, so he rushed downstairs again in a hurry.