After rescuing Han Shuai, Han Zhaoxian took him to the hospital with several young men in the village, while Han Tieba sat in front of the bed in a daze.

This honest and simple man is not an iron man after all, facing the death of his wife and the serious injury of his son, tears began to flow uncontrollably.

"Uncle Chen, can you see what's going on?"

Wang Lang stood behind Han Tiebang and asked Chen Zhenguo in a low voice.

"Pale complexion, chapped lips, probably ischemic shock."

Chen Zhenguo shook his head and said, "The specific situation needs to be identified by a forensic doctor, and they should be here soon." ”

Hearing the voices of Chen Zhenguo and Wang Lang, Han Tiezhu, who was sitting motionless in front of the bed, suddenly knelt on the ground with a "poof".

"Please, please, I beg you to kill that demon and avenge my daughter-in-law and son. As long as I can take revenge, I will do whatever you want me to do. ”

Han Tiezhu's eyes were covered with blood, denser and more terrifying than when he was blinded by the evil aura before.

"Don't worry, if it's really what you say, I'll kill it!"

Wang Lang comforted Han Tieba, and then turned around and came outside the house.

This is a very ordinary rural family, with five houses, a small yard, a jujube tree, and a small vegetable patch, which is similar to Wang Lang's hometown.

It's just that everyone in Wang Lang's family died a normal death, but Han Tieba's wife was killed by a monster.

The Shang County Police Station was fast, and less than five minutes after several people returned to Han Tiebang's house, the police and doctors arrived. And Huang Qi's old guy didn't delay too long, and arrived after the police car.

After listening to Wang Lang tell him what happened, Huang Qi's brows furrowed tightly, and he didn't react for a long time.

"What are you going to do?"

"Depending on the specific situation, if what Han Tieba said is not true, he will deal with it as appropriate, and if what he says is all the truth...... Then destroy it! ”

Wang Lang glanced at Huang Qi, he understood what the other party was worried about. Judging from the information in Han Tiebang's words, this monster's cultivation is not weak, at least it will not be much worse than the tree demon in No. 1 Middle School.

Of course, it's okay to say that the cultivation is strong or weak, but the most terrifying thing is that the other party's IQ is not low, which is the most difficult thing to do.

"Let's see how Han Shuai's mother died, whether the soul has dissipated, I didn't find any clues nearby."

Hearing Wang Lang's words, Huang Qi nodded, and then came to Han Tieba's bedroom.

At this time, Han Shuai's mother was lying on the bed and did not move, while the forensic doctor and assistant who rushed over were doing an examination.

"The preliminary diagnosis is ischemic shock, with two small healing wounds in the neck that are deep enough to reach the arteries in the neck."

The forensic doctor turned around, took off his mask, and said to Chen Zhenguo.

"I see, hard work."

After talking to the forensic doctor, Chen Zhenguo turned his head to look at Huang Qi and motioned for him to come over.

Without talking nonsense, and without any ink, Huang Qi took out a yellow talisman from the bag he was carrying, and directly stimulated it.

"Boom ......"

The pale yellow sigil ignited a white flame out of thin air, enveloping it entirely. However, Wang Lang did not feel the slightest heat, but a cold aura appeared from the talisman seal, and then spread out in all directions.

"Whew!"

The white flames on the sigil came and went faster. Huang Qi, who was already very serious, turned black directly after the flames were extinguished.

"What's going on?"

Wang Lang asked, he could probably guess that there should be something wrong with Han Shuai's mother's soul, but he had too few means, and he still needed to hear what Huang Qi had to say.

"The soul is not naturally separated from the body after death, but forcibly detained. I used the Tracer Charm to trace the breath of the soul, but I found nothing. In this case, there are only two possibilities, one is that her soul has gone to the underworld to be reincarnated, and the other is ......"

Huang Qi turned his head and glanced at Wang Lang, and there was no need to say anything more.

"How likely is it to go to the underworld to be reincarnated?"

Wang Lang frowned and asked.

"Less than 10 percent."

Huang Qi shook his head and continued: "Her life is not over, and she was killed by a monster, and the resentment in her soul must be very heavy. In this case, unless she encounters a mistake in patrolling or a mage with advanced cultivation gives her a surplus...... There is not even a 10% chance. ”

"Well, I know what to do."

Wang Lang nodded, "Let's go, go and do something with me." ”

After saying that, Wang Lang picked up the shovel erected on the wall and walked outside, while Huang Qi followed behind, frowning and not knowing what he was thinking.

Han Shuai and his mother's affairs are handled by doctors and police, and Wang Lang's next thing to do can only be done by himself. Because if he does that, he will definitely invite the crazy revenge of the old monster.

"That weasel buried here? You're going to dig a grave? Did you know this is a never-ending ending? ”

Seeing Wang Lang's movements, Huang Qi was immediately frightened.

"When it kills, it's already immortal."

Wang Lang snorted coldly, his face full of murderous intent.

"A gentleman has something to do and something not to do, if he doesn't touch it, forget it, but since he has encountered it, how can he let the demon commit murder! You said that the mage walks in the yang world and the underworld, and is constrained by both sides, and what he does is yin virtue. I don't know if I will deduct yin virtue if I don't care about seeing this kind of evil behavior, but I know that if I watch it, it will definitely affect my mind. ”

Hearing Wang Lang's words, Huang Qi didn't speak for a long time, but looked at his constantly changing face and was obviously very entangled.

After struggling for almost three minutes, Huang Qi finally sighed and his expression slowed down.

"That weasel spirit is called Huang San, and his cultivation is equivalent to the level of a powerful ghost, but as one of the five immortals, his real strength is definitely much stronger than that of a powerful ghost. Huang San is treacherous, vicious and extremely unscrupulous, if you want to kill it, it is not enough to rely on the corpse of its son. And if you annoy it because of this, I am afraid that the whole village will be unlucky, and then the sin will be counted on your head. ”

"You know it?"

Wang Lang stopped what he was doing, raised his head and asked.

"My surname is Huang, and my nickname is Wong Tai Sin, so you never thought that I was related to Wong Xian?"

Huang Qi asked.

"Hehe, according to what you say, the surname Hou is still related to Sun Wukong?"

Wang Lang snorted coldly, thrust the shovel in his hand down fiercely, and then violently picked out the contents with all his might.

It was a weasel about the size of Jingba, with oily fur and a fat body, and it did not have the shrewdness of wild animals, but looked very cunning.