"The police are coming!"

I don't know who shouted, and then the attention of a large group of villagers was focused on Chen Zhenguo's police car.

"Comrade policeman, you can count yourself here, if you don't come again, I'm afraid the stick will be gone."

A middle-aged man who looked to be about sixty years old came up and grabbed Chen Zhenguo's hand tightly, his expression was like seeing a life-saving straw.

"Tell me what's going on? Why are there so many of you here? And who is the stick? What's going on at Han Shuai's house? ”

As a veteran policeman, Chen Zhenguo is quite calm and quickly puts all the problems in front.

"I am Han Zhaoxian, the father of the stick, and Han Shuai is my own grandson. At the same time, the police, hurry up and save my son, I'm afraid it will be too late a little later. ”

Han Zhao's tears flowed down as he spoke, and the deep wrinkles on his face were like furrows being filled in an instant.

"It's useless, it's useless for the police to come? Do you think they can solve it? ”

Just as Chen Zhenguo was asking, a voice came from the side, which made Chen Zhenguo's face darken.

"Who are you?"

Looking in the direction where the voice came from, Wang Lang found that it was a middle-aged man in his thirties, although his expression was full of mockery, but his eyebrows were three or five points similar to Han Zhaoxian.

"He's my youngest son."

Han Zhao spoke first, and his grip on Chen Zhenguo's hand became tighter and tighter.

"Hurry up and save the stick, it's really too late if you delay a little longer."

"Cut, it's just a broken policeman, and he's really a capable person."

Without waiting for Chen Zhenguo to say anything, the old man's youngest son mocked again.

"Shut up! If you use it again, you can say that if it's useless, you'd better keep your mouth shut. ”

Wang Lang shouted angrily, his face was very ugly.

At this juncture, not only do they not cooperate with the police, but they say all kinds of cool things, which is really cheap.

"What? You want to hit me? Come on! The police are beating people! ”

Seeing Wang Lang's black face, Han Zhaoxian's youngest son immediately shouted, and Wang Lang, who had a rampant appearance, trembled.

"Xiao Wang, don't let him be with general knowledge, let's figure out what's going on first."

Chen Zhenguo scolded Wang Lang, and then said to Han Zhaoxian: "Where is your son now?" I have a lot to ask him, and I also told me about your grandson Han Shuai. ”

"It's over here."

Hearing Chen Zhenguo's words, Han Zhaoxian immediately walked towards the back.

Han Shuai's home is not far from the county road where Wang Langlai came, and he turned a corner and walked a hundred meters to arrive.

Although Han Zhaoxian is Han Shuai's grandfather, he broke up a long time ago. If someone hadn't informed him about this today, I'm afraid he wouldn't have known about it until now. Therefore, he didn't know much about Han Shuai.

Han Zhaoxian is very old, but his legs and feet are very sharp. The three of them walked briskly all the way towards Han Shuai's house, followed by a group of melon-eating villagers.

Hanjia Village belongs to the kind of village that has no planning, although it relies on the county road, the layout of the houses is messy, and people who are not nearby can't find a place at all. But now, even if Han Zhao didn't lead the way, Wang Lang and Chen Zhenguo would be able to find a place, because they heard screams from a long distance.

"What's going on?"

Following the sound in, the scene in front of him made Chen Zhenguo frown.

I saw a middle-aged man who was six or seven points similar to Han Zhaoxian tied to a chair, this man looked like an ordinary peasant man about forty years old, with dark skin.

However, his current appearance is very strange, his stout body is constantly struggling on the chair, his eyes are bloodshot, his mouth is saliva, and he is screaming one piercing scream after another. Next to him were three young men with flushed faces squatting on the ground, dressed in rough clothes.

"Second grandfather, Uncle Stick's strength is too great, we really can't hold him down, so we can only tie it up first."

A young man stood up and said with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as it doesn't hurt."

Looking at his son who was constantly struggling and screaming, Han Zhaoxian wanted to go over and touch his head in distress, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by Wang Lang.

"Don't touch him."

Wang Lang said a word, staring at the old man's eldest son with dead eyes, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"What kind of garlic is pretending, this is obviously getting into trouble with something that shouldn't be provoked, thinking that it can be solved by two broken policemen?"

The piercing ridicule appeared again, and Wang Lang knew that it was Han Zhaoxian's youngest son without looking at it. However, this time, before Wang Lang could attack, he heard a sound of "pop" in everyone's ears, followed by a series of angry scolding.

"You unconscionable bastard, the police are here to help solve the problem, and not only do you not help, but you also say cool things? You are lazy, gluttonous and wasteful, and you are still idle in your thirties, if it weren't for your brother's help, you would have survived until now? He had long since starved to death. Being a man who doesn't know how to be grateful, and dare to talk nonsense here, see if labor and management don't kill you. ”

The sound of the words landed was a series of punches and kicks, and at this time, the melon-eating villagers who were watching not long ago finally jumped out, accusing Han Zhaoxian's youngest son of not knowing the rules while pulling the fight.

"Phew, a bunch of old things, think these broken cops can save you? If you get into trouble that shouldn't be provoked, the entire Hanjia Village will have to be unlucky! Wait! ”

Han Zhaoxian's youngest son was also a middle-aged man, and he quickly broke free from the crowd and ran out.

But even if he was pointed out by Qianfu, he still didn't have the slightest intention of repenting.

"Hey......"

A long sigh came out of Han Zhaoxian's mouth, and the old man's brows were tightly knit, and his face was full of sorrow. However, at this time, Chen Zhenguo didn't have the heart to care about these messy things, but asked Wang Lang: "Is there a way to make him sober?" ”

"I'll try!"

Wang Lang answered, and then took out a talisman seal from his pocket and pressed it on the head of Han Zhaoxian's eldest son, Han Tieba.

Han Tieba's situation was actually not very complicated, but he was just blinded by a sinister aura. Although Wang Lang's cultivation is much stronger than Huang Qi, after all, his debut time is too short, and many mages can't do it.

However, all metaphysical theories are based on Tai Chi Yin and Yang and the Five Elements Bagua, so Wang Lang planned to use the yang energy in the talisman seal to try to see if he could expel the yin and evil qi in Han Tiebang's eyebrows.

Wang Lang did not activate the talisman seal, but carefully drew out the faint yang energy in the cinnabar and talisman paper. After that, I saw that the yin and evil qi in the center of Han Tiebang's eyebrows just touched the yang qi, just like seeing a cat's mouse, and it dissipated without a trace in an instant.

"Alright."

Wang Lang put the talisman seal back into his pocket and said to Chen Zhenguo.