Chapter 89 (1/2)

”Meng ran, is the reason why my father is seriously ill is that strange black gas? What is this? Why can't all the major hospitals find out? ” Sitting on the edge of the bed worried looking at his father's Fang rubing, quickly asked.

Meng ran didn't speak, but he asked, ”ah Jie, do you know what the black gas is just now?”

Ah Jie, who is sitting at the table, has been looking at the teacup which is constantly shaking. His face is very tangled. Judging from its appearance, he should want to open the teacup and see what is under suppression.

Hearing Meng Ran's question, ah Jie quickly replied: ”Mr. Meng, I have never seen such a thing. In other words, what is under the teacup? Can I have a look? ”

Not only ah Jie, but also Li Mingzhu, who was the least daring, also looked at the teacup curiously.

Meng ran said with a smile: ”no hurry, the owner of this thing should be here soon.”

Meng ran said this, three people are all confused.

Master? Is there a living thing under the teacup?

What master? Is this black air raised by the Fang family?

Without paying attention to people's doubts, Meng ran said to Fang rubing: ”your father is OK, but he lost too much of his life essence. He has to cultivate for a few days to wake up.”

Meng Ran's words just fell, a rush of high-heeled shoes sound is gradually sounded.

”Who are you!? How dare you break into private houses

The woman's fury fell down, a cheongsam figure suddenly burst into the room.

Meng ran runs her magic power silently and feels the breath on her body. Suddenly, the corner of her mouth rises slightly, but she still drinks tea silently without making a sound.

”My father brought it to them.” Seeing the visitors, Fang rubing showed a trace of disgust on her beautiful face.

”Nonsense!”

But the cheongsam woman was full of anger. She slapped the table hard, intentionally or unintentionally, and the tea cup suddenly overturned.

People only felt that there was a dark shadow flying by, but they didn't find anything.

After Zhao Ru came in, Meng Ran's eyes fell on her all the time. She clearly saw the ghost under the teacup and went into the white porcelain bottle in Zhao Ru's hand.

”A good woman is an evil spirit.” Meng ran sneers at the same time, but there are some doubts. This method of controlling the spirit must be a person who practices Taoism. Even a master of martial arts, it is difficult to control the spirit.