My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 119 White and Black

The outer courtyard of Wen's house.

An oil paper umbrella, the top of the umbrella is embroidered with strange blood-colored thick flowers, the sun is scorching down, a figure stands quietly under the umbrella, the night is thick, a red color slowly comes, looking up into Wen's house, gently pursing lips , with a bloody smile.

"who are you?"

"Shen Ci."

……

Wen Changlang talked all kinds of things, but the person who had been leaning against the bedside table just looked at him defensively, exuding a sense of resistance.

"I'm the master here! I'm not a half-dead cow boy in Lao Pi Street!"

"Oh~ so your name is Niuwa! It's a very interesting name."

Wen Changlang nodded suddenly, and said seriously.

As soon as Wen Changlang's words fell, he could no longer control the fear that was about to come out:

"Shut up! I'm Wen Qiubai! Not Niuwa! I'm not!"

"Depriving others of their lives, do you know what a sin it is!"

Wen Changlang suddenly asked him sharply.

After a long silence, Wen Changlang watched him calm down slowly, with his head deeply buried in his knees, and a muffled voice came from his knees:

"I don't want to die...I...I...the rice here...is very fragrant, and the meat is delicious. You don't have to...eat steamed buns every day. Here, you don't have to suffer from severe pain every day."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his tear-stained face, and covered his heart with trembling little hands. Here, the temperature was very warm, and it beat vigorously.

"you……"

There was a bang, the sky was bright and the sun was bright, and there was a huge thunder outside. Wen Changlang's brows tightened, and he walked quickly to the window,

The sun hanging high, the green poplars, and the occasional pedestrians passing by outside the street are all the same.

But when the thunder came, it seemed to hit him in the heart, and he always felt a little strange.

Shaking his head, he turned around and opened the door to go out. He just wanted to raise his head and shout, but he froze instantly.

Before he had time to walk up the stairs, Wen Changlang leaned on the railing and jumped down. He tried his best to calm down and came to Wen Hong and his wife. Looking around, there was no sign of Shang Yanzhou and Xiaobai anymore!

On the other hand, Wen Hong and his wife sat on the sofa with a normal expression and were completely frozen, as if they were having a conversation. When Wen Changlang reached out to touch them, they suddenly trembled, and then looked at Wen Changlang with some surprise:

"Xiao Wen, when did you come down? Aren't you upstairs?"

"you……"

Wen Changlang's face suddenly turned pale, and he clenched his fingers tightly, trying not to let the trembling of his fingertips be too rampant.

Taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to calm down, then bent down directly, put his hands on his knees, stared at the two of them, and asked sharply:

"Do you remember what happened just now?"

Wen Hong was a little puzzled:

"Just now? Nothing happened. I was with Nephew Shang just now... By the way, where are the others? And that child, when did he leave?"

Wen Hong frowned suspiciously, and looked at Jiang Kaiyue questioningly, seeing that she also looked confused, even more puzzled than him.

"You guys are thinking about it carefully, did anything unusual happen during this period?"

"unusual?"

Wen Hong didn't speak, but Jiang Kaiyue lowered his head and muttered to himself, as if he was recalling the pictures in his memory, the memory went backwards, and a rotten smell suddenly appeared.

Thinking of this, she spoke hesitantly:

"I remember that when we were talking, there was a very strange smell floating over, although it was only for a moment, but because I used to be engaged in making incense, I have abnormal memories of the smell, it should be orchid fragrance, However, there is also a rotten taste mixed in, which is very strange."