My magic stick is going to heaven!

The more Wen Changlang talked, the more he felt this possibility. He slowly approached Shang Yanzhou and asked step by step:

"Master Governor, is there anything you didn't tell me? Actually, I've always wondered why you, a high-level intellectual who came back from studying abroad, accepted the theory of ghosts and gods so easily? It's all because of you You can see ghosts, right?"

Shang Yanzhou leaned back and stood up, his tone a bit cold:

"So what?"

"So what? You just admitted it so lightly? No, there must be a reason?! You are an ordinary person, why can you see ghosts, why! I don't understand, you know, and why those ghosts want to target you?" You! Don't you feel that you are involved in all these things?"

Seeing Wen Changlang jumping around the room violently, Shang Yanzhou's eyes twitched, and finally, he calmed down again. Sitting in front of the bed, he slowly revealed the secrets:

"I can see those things, before an accident, only occasionally, not often."

"As for the reason, I don't know, and that accident was that night, the blood on your arm splashed into my eyes. Since then, I have been able to see ghosts all the time. That day in the hospital. I I also saw the child talking to you."

In the past, he was also troubled by this, but over time, he has gotten used to it, used to those ferocious faces and the bloody air.

Listening to Shang Yanzhou's words, Wen Changlang's head flashed, and the memory of that night suddenly flooded back.

The Lingtai is clear and bright, feeling the nostalgia of the yang world and the dust of the underworld, Wen Changlang suddenly opened his eyes, caressed Shang Yanzhou's eyes with some absentmindedness, he couldn't believe it.

Looking deeply into those eyes, it was the first time for Wen Changlang to look seriously at these eyes shining with glazed brilliance. They were dark and bottomless, but above the surface, they were radiant. , very nice.

Closing his eyes, Wen Changlang pressed his forehead against Shang Yanzhou's brow, feeling the shock that those eyes brought to him. Finally, through Shang Yanzhou's eyes, he saw a dark gate. On the gate, Carved with yellow spring flowers, heavy and solemn, this is... the gate of the underworld!

Letting go of Shang Yanzhou suddenly, Wen Changlang's lips turned pale, and he looked at Shang Yanzhou in disbelief.

Seeing this, Shang Yanzhou wanted to go up to help him, but was brushed away by Wen Changlang:

"I think I should go and calm down."

After finishing speaking, Wen Changlang turned around and ran out, his messy footsteps seemed to be stepping on a sponge, a little vain.

Shang Yanzhou didn't speak from the beginning to the end, but just stared fixedly at his half-stretched hand, which stopped stiffly in the air.

The expression on his face was still indifferent, but he caressed his eyes in a daze, and after a while, he slowly tightened his palms and clenched them into fists.

On the other side, Wen Changlang was lying on the bed in a big character, with a grim expression on his face.

The psychic eye, passed down from generation to generation by the Wen family Yinyang shop, can communicate with yin and yang events, the gate of the two worlds, has a powerful ability to carry the spirit of surgery, and is also the most powerful and oldest symbol of the Yinyang shop's master of resentment.

However, it was this psychic eye that Wen Changlang lost when he was young.

His grandfather often scolded him, saying that he was short-hearted, and that others lost money, but he lost his eyes. After a serious illness, he even lost his previous memories. Dad's life was condensed by magic.

He is the only one who does not have psychic eyes among the inheritors of Yin Yang shop in the past. Therefore, his ability is far from reaching the level that a grudge master should have.