My magic stick is going to heaven!

On the other end of the phone, Shang Yanzhou tightened his hand holding the phone, and then said unhurriedly:

"I have asked the police to send back the hair of the deceased. I have other business, so I won't go back tonight."

After finishing speaking, Shang Yanzhou paused for a while, and then added:

"Please pay attention to your attitude in the future."

Wen Changlang: "..."

Reaching his fist and coughing twice on his lips, Wen Changlang said like a dog:

"It's someone else! If I knew it was Lord Governor, then I must be sincere! The tone is kind! Tenderness!"

Shang Yanzhou smiled gracefully and said, "The last sentence can be retracted."

"Don't! Didn't I say so much before just to lead to the next sentence! Last night, Lord Governor's top! Really, one word, ecstasy!"

Shang Yanzhou was silent, gritted his teeth and said, "That's two words."

After finishing speaking, Shang Yanzhou hung up the phone with a bang, and there were faint signs of cracks on his always calm and self-possessed face, the impeccable gentle smile on his face.

On the other side, Wen Changlang shook his head regretfully, he hung up before he finished speaking, really, naughty!

Wen Changlang lay on the sofa for a while, and sure enough, someone rang the doorbell. Wen Changlang jumped off the sofa, ran out barefoot and opened the door, and it turned out to be a police car.

"Mr. Wen, the superintendent asked me to bring it to you."

In view of Wen Changlang's great heroic deeds in the police station last time, all the police officers in the police station remembered the name Wen Changlang, and they recognized it as soon as they saw it, and smiled Worship attentively.

"Well, the young man has a future."

Wen Changlang took the small dark yellow box with one hand, and patted the policeman's shoulder with the other, feeling very relieved.

He glanced at the policeman up and down, closed one eye, measured it with his hand, and snapped his fingers in the air. The policeman's eyes flickered, his eyes were a little hazy, and a little black smoke lingered and circled in his forehead.

This young man just praised him for having a future, but he didn't expect that this bloody disaster would come to his door. Being haunted by a ghost is not a good omen. Seeing that this boy is quite pleasing to the eye, Wen Changlang casually took it out of his trouser pocket. Take out a talisman, stick it on his forehead, and say:

"Seeing that you look pleasing to the eye, this thing is for you. Remember to be a Buddha offering to leave your body."

"Ah? What is this?"

The police officer took off the yellow paper on his forehead in a daze. There were some incomprehensible words and patterns on it. When he sniffed it closely, he could still smell the cinnabar.

"Something that can save your life."

Wen Changlang grumbled, then slammed the door, took the box and walked up to the second floor, opened the room and walked in, and the box in his hand was also opened by him.

Inside is a transparent evidence bag, and there are a few hairs in the bag, which should be the hair of the deceased.

The first seven nights have passed, and the vampire must resolve her grievances as soon as possible and embark on the reincarnation circuit of the underworld. Otherwise, staying in the underworld will only make her grievances accumulate deeper and deeper, and eventually lose herself and become a lonely ghost.

Wen Changlang opened the wooden box he had brought from the Yin Yang Shop, took out a yellow cloth with a Yin Yang Eight Diagrams drawing in the middle, laid it on the ground, and then there were soul calling bells, guiding incense, and four Yin candles.

Arranged according to the dry four directions, Wen Changlang put the square box that sealed the vampire in the middle, then took out four hairs, fixed them with magic, and floated above the four black candles.