While Ling Yang was popularizing science, he also signaled to Tsuji Hakashi to tie the person up.

"Well, like this half in Xiao Luo's hand, although the host is him, there is still a weapon spirit inside. I actually don't understand why she exists in my mind and can also affect Yongzhi Siyu. But this is the case, in short, Huang Yaer can also control part of Yongzhi's performance."

Whether the weapon spirit is the human soul, or a more abstract ray of consciousness or a thought, has not yet been determined, but Ling Yang knows that the reason why Xiao Luo did not successfully adjust to Yong Zhou as quickly as previous hosts, it must be It has something to do with the fact that there is an extra weapon spirit in there.

Tsuji Bozhu randomly found a fancy belt and tied up the person on the ground with his backhand. Ling Yang thought it was not enough, so he took out a leopard-print silk scarf, tied the person's limbs together like a pig, and tied them tightly. Strictly.

She didn't finish what she just said, so she continued to add, "The other half of Yongzhou, that is, the half of Wanqi Huanshuo, the situation is exactly the opposite. Its host is a cursed guy without talent, so this broken A stone means that no one cares about it, and it is unfettered."

Half of the two people are competing for control, while the other half is as free as if the host has been isolated. This situation will inevitably become unbalanced sooner or later.

The two left the man in the room and did not bother to take him away. They only searched him symbolically and found nothing but a cell phone that could not be unlocked.

Tsuji Bozhu pointed outside the door and signaled to go back to the corridor to continue the search.

"By the way, how do you know that the person is not in that room?" Ling Yang followed and pointed at the plastic mannequin opposite him with his chin. He said that his condition was not good, just like the top student said that he did not perform well in this exam. Same, they are all lies.

Tsuji Hakashi's expression did not change. He just glanced at the room opposite and reluctantly replied, "The legs are too long."

What he means is that the shadow's legs are too long and it doesn't look like a real person?

After Tsuji Bozhu finished speaking, he walked forward. Ling Yang followed him while turning back to confirm the shadow.

"Look." Tsuji Bozhu raised his finger and pointed at Ling Yang's own shadow.

"What are you looking at...are you saying that my legs are short? I don't have anything else, but I still have long legs, okay?" Ling Yang gave the other party a straight look.

Tsuji Baihuo accepted this big look and responded with a smile that was so faint that it was almost invisible, "Well, when did you grow so tall?"

"Are you afraid that you really have lost your memory?" Ling Yang blinked and reminded him depressedly, "I was this tall three years ago."

As a northerner, Ling Yang's stature is only above average, which is normal.

Is it possible that Tsuji Hakashi is just looking for something to talk about?

"Hey, stop talking, hush!" Ling Yang stopped the exchange forcefully. She felt that Tsuji Hakashi was coming to an end, so he was speaking kindly to her.

"You should dislike me. I have short legs and talk a lot, which will hold you back. You must never say words that bring feelings and memories again." Ling Yang couldn't help but emphasize a little more.

Tsuji Hakashi narrowed his eyes and said, "There's no one here anymore, let's go up."

Oh, I was the only one chatting away, but this guy actually remembered to get down to business.

Since the other three people were in charge of the fifth floor, Ling Yang and Tsuji Bozhu didn't have anything to worry about, so they went directly to the rooftop and found Xiao Mie and Wanqi Huanshuo above.

There was a third person present, a young man squatting on the ground holding his knees and shivering.

"We captured a man on the east side of the fourth floor. He was so strong and about the same height as you." Ling Yang raised his hands to circle a similar width and described the captured guy.

"That's not true. The person who ran away in front of us was a girl." Xiao Mie said slowly, bending down and patting the young man at his feet, "This one is waiting in the alley next door and drove a minivan. , seven seats.”

"Seven seats." There were five lying downstairs. Tsuji Baihuo and Ling Yang caught one. There is another one here, exactly seven. Where is the girl?

"Yeah, so there are at least two more." Xiao Mie smiled slightly, and his eyes narrowed when he smiled. I don't know if Xiao Mie, who has been suffering and grudges all day long, is the same. He has such a pair of contagious spirits. smiling eyes.

Ling Yang couldn't help but shudder when he thought of that guy smiling at him, "Ahem, cough, okay... But are you really sure that all the side branches are obsessive-compulsive disorder? Do you have to get an odd number before you act?"

"I'm sure, although you have encountered a lot of side branches, it is impossible to handle as many as I have." Xiao Mie turned over his palm, rubbed the blood on his fingertips, and raised his eyes to look at Ling Yang ,"right?"

"Yes, yes, that means -" Before Ling Yang could finish speaking, Tsuji Bozhu stretched out his hand and pulled him back a few steps before he stood still.

The young man who was squatting on the ground without even daring to make a sound actually got up and bumped into her. After failing, he didn't make any further move. He just stayed there and stared at Ling Yang, gritting his teeth.

"Who are you?" Ling Yang was naturally confused. He didn't dare to mess with a pretty girl like her without being picky.

"You are the woman in the imperial mausoleum!" The young man looked a few years older than the one downstairs, with a broad face and small facial features. There was probably too much free space on his face, and he was simply a few years older. Red pimples everywhere.

"Have you seen me?" Ling Yang frowned. She had never seen this guy in the imperial mausoleum.

Of those she had seen, it was estimated that only Peng Buxiu might be alive. "Ah, Peng Buxiu's family?"

"How dare you mention him!" The young man wanted to step forward again, but this time Wanqi Huanshuo stood up and blocked him.

At the same time, Ling Yang was dragged back two steps by Tsuji Hakashi, "Ah, let go."

Her belt was caught in the other party's hand. As if he was worried about Ling Yang's own reaction ability, Tsuji Baihuo simply refused to let go.

Xiao Mie approached the young man with a smile on his face, put a hand on his shoulder, and asked softly, "Peng Buxiu? What's going on?"

His tone was calm and gentle, but his hand grabbed the young man's shoulder and squeezed it hard.

"Ahhhhhh!" As soon as the other party's feet went weak, he knelt down again. He held down the pinched shoulder and howled for more than half a minute before he regained his composure and cursed, "There is no one with the surname Xiao. nice one."

"...Oh, it's interesting. Do you have different surnames for your branches?" Ling Yang shrank his neck. If he really didn't like people named Xiao, why would he still stick to the Xiao family as his branch? .

"Of course, everyone surnamed Xiao is selfish and will only fool us. Don't think that I don't know that you and Xiao are together!" The young man changed his trembling look just now and actually became more stubborn.

But there was no logic in his words, "Are you saying that Xiao Yi fooled you?"
Chapter completed!