My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Changlang originally wanted to go up to stop it, but she slapped her back with one sentence:

"I taught my son a lesson and advised you to mind your own business! I haven't held you accountable for abducting my son yet!"

All right, Wen Changlang shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't care, but he was afraid that Xiaobai would suffer another severe beating.

After Wen Qiubai was dragged back forcibly, she was punched and kicked, and cursed loudly. After she got tired of cursing, she turned around and walked into the back room panting heavily.

As for Wen Qiubai, who was lying on the ground, motionless, his mouth was sunk in the mud, despair mixed with mud in his gray eyes, condensed in hot teardrops, and spread down his cheeks into a piece of mud.

The woman who had been swearing all the time seemed to be a different person after entering the back room. Not only did she put on a smiling face, her straight back was even more humble.

"Mother God, that brat is becoming more and more disobedient. Today, he actually ran to the nursery. I was thinking, what if... what if he is discovered? Should I... should I just kill him?" , just find a place to bury it, okay?"

The person called the Goddess is a person wearing a golden mask and a sleeveless red robe. With his back to the woman, he spoke slowly:

"He, isn't he your son?"

The woman's face froze, a little ugly:

"He is indeed my son, but... that's only my son's..."

"Enough, the time has not yet come, the time has come, I will get rid of him."

Hearing what the Goddess said, the woman felt relieved, and after the matter was resolved, the woman boldly raised her head to look at the Goddess in front of her, but she could only see a red figure from her back.

After hesitating for a moment, she spoke with a trembling tone and asked:

"Mother God, can believers ask you a question faithfully? Your name is, who is an expert?"

Hearing this, the red figure moved for a while, and after a long time, the woman thought she would not answer, and then there came a deep and cold sentence, as if it came from hell, with a timid breath :

"I, my name is Shen Ci, ha ha... ha ha..."

The empty laughter was like a disillusioned fire, passing by, silent and cold, as if it was a ghost crawling out from the depths of the ground.

-

For three days in a row, Wen Changlang hadn't seen the little kid who called himself Xiaobai. The guilt in his heart was originally as big as an ant, but after three days, the guilt had grown into a big rock.

If that little boy was beaten to death, then... would it be his fault?

Taking out the five silver dollars in his pocket, playing with them in his hand, for the first time, Wen Changlang had an emotion called guilt on his monstrous face. After struggling for a long time, Wen Changlang finally decided to clean himself up. The talisman stand, raised his foot and walked towards the small dark alley.

Entering the small dark alley, it was crowded and messy. Wen Changlang didn't know where the little boy lived, so he could only ask people. After asking several families in a row, he found some clues.

"You're talking about the sick sons of the widow Liu's family. They live in this alley. If you go straight to the end, it's their home."

There was one person who spoke first, and several others also spoke in agreement:

"The sick child of their family probably won't live long."

"Yeah, yeah, but I'm wondering, this widow Liu used to love her son so much, but in the past few months, I feel so sorry for that child. He is dying, and now he has to do it every day." Get beaten, this mother deserves it, spit!"