My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Changlang was forced to follow the speed of the Huangquan umbrella in his hand and speed up his pace. Finally, when he crossed the side street of Huangpu Street at the most oblique angle , the restlessness ceased.

The No. [-] side street is Xifu School. Xifu School is the first pilot school opened by the government and advocates the combination of Chinese and Western education. Many local powerful chaebols and celebrities in Shenzhen will send their children Send it to Xifu School.

At this moment in the school, there were many cars parked at the front door. Since it was almost noon, these people came to pick up their children from school.

Wen Changlang breathed steadily, as if he heard the choking sound in the umbrella ribs, and the umbrella ribs vibrated slowly. Wen Changlang followed the direction and came to a place at the front door. There, there was a man in a small suit with a comb. A boy with a crew cut was standing next to a teaching teacher, looking up at the crowd coming and going.

After watching for a while, the boy lowered his head in disappointment, like wilted grass, lifeless, while the teaching teacher next to him squatted down to comfort him:

"Xiao He'an, maybe your family has something to do, so you can't go away, and you can't come to pick you up. Do you want the teacher to send you back?"

"No, it's not far anyway, I'd better go back by myself, thank you teacher."

Xiao He'an said, bent over to the teaching teacher, and ran away.

As soon as he ran, the Huangquan Umbrella in Wen Changlang ran over, and when he got behind the little boy, he kept whimpering, and half a finger away was Yangshi and Huangquan.

Wen Changlang also vaguely understood something at this time, he took a step forward with his long legs, and was parallel to the boy called Xiao He'an.

Seemingly noticing how close he was, Xiao He An moved a little closer to the side of the road, nervously pinching the little black bookbag slung over his shoulder with his little hands.

Seeing this, Wen Changlang also took a small step, and asked:

"Your name is Xiao He'an? Why did you go home by yourself? Where are your family members?"

Xiao He'an looked up at this strange uncle vigilantly, with his strange umbrella and his strange behavior, he didn't look like a good man at first glance.

"You're a bad uncle, I won't talk to you."

After finishing speaking, Xiao He An strode his short legs and ran back to his home with all his might.

Before Wen Changlang could roll his eyes, he was dragged by Huang Quansan's force.

Xiao He'an's home is actually not far from Xifu School. Turning a street, there is a row of new-style houses in the past. The first building is his home.

Wen Changlang followed and ran over, stopping in front of the gorgeous new-style bungalow, and as soon as he came to the gate of the compound, the blue silk attached to the Huangquan umbrella turned into ashes, and a wisp of green smoke filled the air The sad breath and the mournful screams can only be heard clearly by Wen Changlang.

Here, it should be the former home of the nameless corpse and the female grudge.

However, that male corpse is the housekeeper of Liu Dachang's family, what about her... Wen Changlang's complicated eyes glanced at the wisp of smoke that only he could see, and the Liu family reported that the only one missing was the housekeeper.

What is the identity of this soul that hides so much sorrow and grievance?

Seeing her attitude towards the little boy just now, a possibility appeared in his heart, but this was not true.

Liu Dachang's wife is clearly still alive...