"No matter who it is, if it is a zombie, it is understandable that there is no human nature, but a living person? I will definitely stay with him forever."

As this sentence came from Wang Lang's mouth, I actually felt my body cold. All of this was because of the aura emitted by Wang Lang's body.

"Let's go, let's see where that thing went in the end?" Before I could react, Wang Lang spoke directly and walked forward. I followed Wang Lang, and the incense ash in his hand kept falling to the ground.

From time to time, footprints appear, so that we can follow the footprints to find the thing we came here last night.

About ten minutes later, Wang Lang stopped on a small road. Because there were no footprints, the mud road was wet because there was a small ditch on it, so the footprints broke directly here.

"It seems that I can't find it tonight. Let's go back first. Another way, I want to see which dog god has eaten the courage of the bear heart and leopard." Wang Lang stopped work and threw the incense ash into the grass.

From this point of view, I could feel that Wang Lang is a decisive person. He felt that there was no result when he checked the direction in front of him. He would give up without hesitation and would not waste more time on it.

We returned to Wang Lang's house together, and the second round was being held. After we had dinner, Wang Lang went to guard the spirits. He told me not to leave the village alone, so of course it was for my safety.

Even someone as capable as my uncle can be killed quietly. If I go out and get caught by the murderer when I go out, I might not even have any bones left.

In the middle of the way, I quietly looked at Wang Guodong's wife and found that she was a little haggard. She seemed to be doing it because of the family matters. When someone was talking to her, she replied politely, and her smile seemed a little depressed.

I couldn't help but recall what Wang Dashan said to me. In fact, there are two possibilities: the first is that Wang Dashan lies, and the second is that what he said is true. If it is the second type, then I have to say that the acting skills of this woman, Wenbo, can really go to Hollywood.

After observing it several times, I didn’t notice what Wang Dashan said, so I gave up.

And I went to the main hall to sit with Wang Lang. When I was sleepy, I took a nap. When I saw the night, most of the people were resting at Wang Lang's house. Wang Lang patted my shoulder.

"Go out and do business."

Seeing Wang Lang's energetic appearance, I was immediately lost in sleepiness. When I heard that I had to do something, I naturally stood up quickly. Wang Lang signaled me to whisper, and then went out with a cloth bag on my back.

After leaving his house, I asked him where we were going.

"Go to your house."

Wang Lang's answer stunned me, and he went to my house again? After arriving at our house, Wang Lang asked me to help open the things on the table, and then I found that Wang Lang had started to set up the altar.

"Uncle Prodigal, are you preparing for it?"

I looked at Wang Lang in surprise, and I also understood why he came to my house. Because my grandmother moved to the village later, the house she built was slightly far apart from other houses. If it was really done, it would be safer to come to my house.

"Yes, do you think you should know who the murderer is? Who knows the best?"

Wang Lang looked at me with a serious expression on his face.

Hearing this, I fell into deep thought and asked who knew best. Everyone slept that night. The most important thing was that there was no movement. No one knew it. Only the young man, who knew best, must know best who killed him.

So I said something tentatively.

"Yes, it's my dad. He knows best who killed him."

After Wang Lang said that, he continued to start the movements in his hand, and I was shocked. I never expected that I could guess correctly, and at this moment I also understood what Wang Lang wanted to do.

I have heard before that Mr. Yin and Yang had a Taoist method of summoning souls, which could bring back the souls of dead people and ask about some things, but what I didn't expect was that Wang Lang actually had such ability? Hasn't this guy been outside all the time? How could he learn such great skills?

At this moment, Wang Lang was ready to take action. He asked me to retreat a little and not speak out for a while, so as not to disturb my uncle's soul.

Of course, I knew this was not a joke, so I took a step back and watched Wang Lang start his practice. The movements in his hand seemed very skillful and quick, and he was muttering spells that I couldn't understand.

Suddenly, with a light sound, I saw that the talisman paper on Wang Lang's Tao Wooden Sword was burning, and then he poked directly at a scarecrow. It should be Yao Gong's substitute, and there was a piece of torn clothes on it.

When the scarecrow turned into ashes, Wang Lang stood there anxiously and waited, but I felt that there was no change.

I noticed that Wang Lang's brows had begun to frown, and he was even a little uneasy. It was not until half an hour later that Wang Lang's expression changed drastically and he threw away the peach wood sword in his hand.

"It's over!"
Chapter completed!