Wan Qiluo watched the black air in the room dissipate and heard a muffled groan coming from the corridor. She knew that Han Yesheng had resolved the danger.
She hugged Han Yesheng's neck and kissed him again.
Han Yesheng blushed. He didn't expect the relationship between the two would develop so quickly. If he had the chance, he would definitely ask the old ancestor what he did during the day.
If I had one-third of my ancestor's skills in picking up girls, I wouldn't be single now.
Just as Han Yesheng was about to go out to check, Mengli's voice still rang out.
"My Lord! The evil intention is still there! It's even stronger than before!"
Han Yesheng felt strange when confirming the spirit's vision. The person should have been dead, so why did he still have malicious intent?
"Why does Mengli still have malice even though he's dead? Am I right?"
"No! It's getting stronger!"
Under Han Yesheng's surprised gaze, Wang Lin's body stood up again, and he stared at the door of the room with a resentful expression.
A large amount of black gas entered the room, and Han Yesheng did not dare to delay.
The sharp sword shot out, and even though Wang Lin was beaten into a sieve, his expression did not show any pain.
"How could this happen?! Why does he have such a strong vitality?"
Wan Qiluo didn't understand what was going on, but felt nervous when he saw Han Yesheng's expression.
Fear appeared on Han Yesheng's face. He hurriedly released his shield to protect the two of them. He had no idea what the black air was.
Black gas erupted, and dense sharp spikes flew across the room, hitting the shield with a metallic collision sound.
The blue shield had begun to crack. Han Yesheng didn't understand who the person outside the door was and why his attack was ineffective.
This critical situation calls for the use of a trump card.
"Ancestor, save me!"
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