"Ah~!"

This situation happened too suddenly, and Zhao Ling'er, who was standing on Zhao Yiran's side, shouted.

I saw that his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Zhao Yiran, trying to resist the black shadow that rushed towards Zhao Yiran.

The appearance of this black shadow is no longer familiar to Zhao Ling'er.

It's as if it's an imprinted presence in his heart.

Because what happened in the unfinished building was that the ordinary red shadow attacked her first.

But when Zhao Ling'er covered her eyes with her hands and screamed in her mouth, the sudden black shadow instantly stopped her figure.

The tears on the cheeks of the weeping middle-aged man stagnated.

Time seems to freeze.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderbolt of lightning on the back of Zhao Yiran's hand burst out, instantly hitting the black shadow that had not completely detached from the middle-aged man's body.

Hiss~!

With the bombardment of thunder and lightning, the black shadow made a tearing sound, and the effort that pierced the eyes was silence.

Boom!

As the black shadow fell silent, the middle-aged man's body fell to the ground.

"Is it a necromancy?"

Zhao Yiran looked at the silent black shadow, and did not burst out of the spirit bead, Zhao Yiran couldn't help muttering.

Well?

Hearing Zhao Yiran's voice and the sound of the man landing on the ground, Zhao Ling'er snorted lightly and opened her eyes.

Zhao Yiran grinned at Zhao Ling'er: "The next time you encounter this kind of thing, just hide behind me!"

Regarding Zhao Ling'er's actions just now, Zhao Yiran's heart was filled with warmth.

He knew that Zhao Ling'er was a subconscious move, but it was precisely this subconscious move that made Zhao Yiran's heart warm.

“...... Okay~ Okay Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Ling'er let out a cowardly sound, hurriedly hid behind Zhao Yiran, and looked at the middle-aged man who fell to the ground with his face facing the ground.

At this time, the middle-aged man fell to the ground motionless.

At the same time, a trace of foul smell emanated from the middle-aged man's body.

"Dead~Dead?"

Zhao Ling'er looked sideways at Zhao Yiran and asked suspiciously.

It was not the question of the middle-aged man who died, but the question of how long he had been dead.

Because she also smelled the foul smell emanating from the middle-aged man.

Rub~!

As Zhao Ling'er's voice fell, the middle-aged man who fell to the ground stood upright, standing straight in front of the two of them, staring at the two with dead eyes.

With this move, the startled Zhao Linger shouted again.

However, Zhao Yiran pursed his lips and explained with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, it's a little ant!"

The middle-aged man stood up, and it was the little ant who controlled it.

The middle-aged man's death, when he did it, Zhao Yiran was aware of it.

At the same time, it also verified Zhao Yiran's initial guess.

"Did you find me so soon?"

Zhao Yiran looked at the middle-aged man's face and couldn't help but groan.

"What found us?"

Seeing the little ant lying on the shoulders of the middle-aged man constantly shaking his tentacles, Zhao Yiran strengthened his courage, walked out from behind Zhao Yiran, and asked.

"It's fine!"

Zhao Yiran shook his head slightly and said.

But there is a hint of solemnity in my heart.

As Zhao Yiran stood in place and pondered, Xiao Ant, under Zhao Yiran's instructions, controlled the middle-aged man's body and slowly opened the door of the room and walked towards the outside of the hotel.

Zhao Linger was surprised by this move.

As for Zhao Yiran's methods, Zhao Ling'er had seen it as early as the unfinished building, but when she saw it again this time, she was still surprised.

......

The appearance of the middle-aged man made Zhao Yiran understand that the charming woman who appeared by Mr. Peng's side before seemed to be dead like his father.

Its current existence, Zhao Yiran, based on the reason for the death just now, made Zhao Yiran vaguely guess that it might be controlled by the thing that possessed the charming woman.

As for what this thing is, is it a human, is it a mystery, or is it something else that Zhao Yiran doesn't know yet.

But to be able to find him so quickly, Zhao Yiran had to pay attention to this matter.

But at the same time, Zhao Yiran was also curious, what is this thing doing with himself?

Do what?

Zhao Yiran was puzzled in his heart.

I just observed it secretly.

Deep Forest ...... Could it be something to do with the old tree monster?

Although Zhao Yiran had doubts in his heart, he was not afraid of what he was about to face.

"Hmph, I didn't look for you, you fell into the net first, so in this case, I want to see what you are!"

Zhao Yiran snorted coldly.

“...... Okay~ Okay Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Ling'er let out a cowardly sound, hurriedly hid behind Zhao Yiran, and looked at the middle-aged man who fell to the ground with his face facing the ground.

At this time, the middle-aged man fell to the ground motionless.

At the same time, a trace of foul smell emanated from the middle-aged man's body.

"Dead~Dead?"

Zhao Ling'er looked sideways at Zhao Yiran and asked suspiciously.

It was not the question of the middle-aged man who died, but the question of how long he had been dead.

Because she also smelled the foul smell emanating from the middle-aged man.

Rub~!

As Zhao Ling'er's voice fell, the middle-aged man who fell to the ground stood upright, standing straight in front of the two of them, staring at the two with dead eyes.

With this move, the startled Zhao Linger shouted again.

However, Zhao Yiran pursed his lips and explained with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, it's a little ant!"

The middle-aged man stood up, and it was the little ant who controlled it.

The middle-aged man's death, when he did it, Zhao Yiran was aware of it.

At the same time, it also verified Zhao Yiran's initial guess.

"Did you find me so soon?"

Zhao Yiran looked at the middle-aged man's face and couldn't help but groan.

"What found us?"

Seeing the little ant lying on the shoulders of the middle-aged man constantly shaking his tentacles, Zhao Yiran strengthened his courage, walked out from behind Zhao Yiran, and asked.

"It's fine!"

Zhao Yiran shook his head slightly and said.

But there is a hint of solemnity in my heart.

As Zhao Yiran stood in place and pondered, Xiao Ant, under Zhao Yiran's instructions, controlled the middle-aged man's body and slowly opened the door of the room and walked towards the outside of the hotel.

Zhao Linger was surprised by this move.

As for Zhao Yiran's methods, Zhao Ling'er had seen it as early as the unfinished building, but when she saw it again this time, she was still surprised.

......

The appearance of the middle-aged man made Zhao Yiran understand that the charming woman who appeared by Mr. Peng's side before seemed to be dead like his father.

Its current existence, Zhao Yiran, based on the reason for the death just now, made Zhao Yiran vaguely guess that it might be controlled by the thing that possessed the charming woman.

As for what this thing is, is it a human, is it a mystery, or is it something else that Zhao Yiran doesn't know yet.

But to be able to find him so quickly, Zhao Yiran had to pay attention to this matter.