The torn blood light twisted and deformed in the air, struggling desperately to put it back together in full form.

But Rowan didn't give it a chance, and while he endured the attacks of the tentacles and Zhu Po, he tore the body of the disintegrative ghoul into pieces like tearing pieces of paper.

The ghoul's howl gradually weakened, and the fragments of blood light that had been torn into pieces fluttered in the air, like red snow in the night, and like the gorgeous red butterfly, there was a bit of strange beauty.

At this moment, Rowan already knew the origin of this dissecting ghoul.

The disintegrating ghoul is a mortal sneaky that was born from the disintegrated human corpse under the influence of yin energy!

Now that the Gate of Hell is open, the closer you get to the place of the original Daluo Empire, the stronger the Yin Qi and Ghost Qi become, and even this far away from the border of Dongzhou near the village has been affected, resulting in such a sneaky one!

And the human corpse that is the nest of the birth of the ghoul is Hu Haner, who fell from the edge of the cliff!

This cliff is thousands of meters high, and there is no buffer for the human body to fall, and it will inevitably be torn apart, which is unbearable, which is in line with many conditions for the birth of a disintegrative ghoul.

At that time, because of today's results, Rowan didn't expect that this Hu Haner would have to be detached by himself in the end!

He finally pulled out a black-red blood core from the back of Zhu Po's head, then reached out and grabbed it, and with five fingers, he pinched it with a "poof"!

Then, the two tentacles that had struggled in vain softened and quickly turned into black and gray filth, which dissipated like soot when they fell to the ground.

The blood light and mist that were born from the back of Zhu Po's head did not regenerate, and disappeared completely.

The hideous meaning on Zhu Po's face gradually receded, and it turned into a peaceful and tranquil appearance.

Rowan held her body so that she would not collapse on the dirty ground.

Rowan opened the "Holy Pupil" and glanced at her, and found that her good and evil value was as high as 268, and she was a thoroughly good person!

Although the value of good and evil in the eyes of this "holy pupil" is very objective, the true good and evil of a person cannot be judged because of the value of good and evil - after all, people can change, evil people can follow good, and good people can also fall into evil.

But if it's just for reference, it's still okay.

"It seems that the wrong person was not saved. ”

Feeling that he had worked hard for so long, it was finally not in vain, and Rowan's mood gradually became happy.

He stretched out his hand and probed under Zhu Po's nose to make sure that she still had a snort, and then helped her slowly walk to a place two or three meters away from the edge of the holy area, and then looked up at the woods a few meters away, and said indifferently: "Come out." ”

There was a commotion in the woods, and several villagers came out one after another, some of them already smiling gratefully, some of them still having wariness between their eyebrows.

A golden light flashed in Luo Wen's eyes, and he swept them back and forth, and he included everyone's good and evil values in his eyes.

It's all in a safe atmosphere, but the middle-aged hunter who took the lead has a "-56" value of good and evil, and a young man who looks like a scholar next to him has a value of "+78" on the contrary!

From this data, it is very revealing.

Luo Wen freed up a hand and motioned for the villagers to stop, then pointed at the angry young man and said, "You stop, let him come." ”

The villagers were slightly stunned, and the eighth uncle was vigilant, and subconsciously stopped Zheng Jian, who was still going forward.

Zheng Jian stretched out his hand and pressed the eighth uncle's arm, and said with a smile: "Eighth uncle, don't panic, I'll just go over." You see, the holy beast was also raised by him, and he saved our whole village, and he saved Zhu Po, and he is our benefactor. ”

Saying this, Zheng Jian walked towards Luo Wen with a sincere face and walked into the ten-meter holy domain.

The line on the edge of the Sanctuary had been washed away by the torrential rain, but Rowan was now able to confirm the range of the ten-meter Sanctuary with his senses, and after he asked Zheng Jian to come over, he handed Zhu Po to him.

Zheng Jian took over Zhu Po, but his physical strength was exhausted, his feet were weak, and at this time, he suddenly carried weight, and his feet couldn't help but weaken, and even his knees bent down.

Rowan hurriedly grabbed his wrist and scooped him up.

"Be careful. ”

"Thank you!"

Zheng Jian thanked him gratefully, and felt in his heart that the hidden master in the mouth of the eighth uncle must be a good person.

"Hold it. Rowan helped him help Zhu Po to help him up, and then said, "Go ahead." ”

Zheng Jian then hugged Zhu Po and walked back, and when he walked a few steps, the eighth uncle immediately greeted him and hugged Zhu Po off him.

Other villagers also rushed up one after another, helping Zhu Po up with all hands and feet, and one of them, a fat man who seemed to have some medical skills, walked out, first sniffing, then pinching the middle of the person, and then pinching the wrist and pulse in one go.

But Zhu Po still didn't wake up.

"Water, water!" said the fat man hurriedly.

Suddenly, someone untied the water hyacinth from his waist and handed it over.

The fat man took the water hyacinth, unscrewed it two or three times, and then pinched Zhu Po's mouth with his hand, made a mouth, and then slowly poured the water into it.

"Ahem, ahem!"

At the entrance of the clear water, Zhu Po was choked by the water and coughed violently.

The villagers hurriedly hugged him tightly, and they were all very surprised.

I'm coughing up, can I still not wake up?

But Zhu Po didn't open her eyes.

In the expectant eyes of the villagers, she closed her eyes tightly and couldn't open them for a long time.

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth squirmed, her snort accelerated, and her whole body twitched again!

The villagers who hugged her suddenly panicked.

Then Zheng Jian was also so nervous that he hurriedly shouted: "Fat uncle, is your mother-in-law okay?"

The fat man also looked nervous, and it was another set of probing and suction pulses pressed into the middle of the person, but he got these three axes all around, but Zhu Po twitched more and more, and even wisps of black gas came out of her mouth, nose, eyes and ears!

"It's a ghost!" The fat man suddenly exclaimed when he saw the black qi coming out, "Zhu Po is possessed by a sneak, and there is still a residual ghost qi in her body, if she doesn't get rid of it, she will definitely not wake up! But she is the only one in the village who can suppress evil spirits and exorcise ghosts! How can this be good?"

"How's that good?"

The villagers all looked at Uncle Eight, but how could Uncle Eight know these things that were chattering about gods? He was turning around in place, and his eyes were also red.

"Ahem!"

But at this moment, the body of the Zhu Po shook suddenly, and she coughed out again, and this cough was even more with black blood!

The fat man had blood on his hands, only to feel a burning pain coming, he hurriedly wiped the blood with his sleeve, but the back of his hand was already black and red!

Looking at his hands, the fat man became more and more panicked: "No, if it goes on like this, I wish my mother won't last long!

The eighth uncle also said anxiously: "But there are only a few villages near our village, and when they encounter strange things, they still have to come to our village to find Zhu Po, who are we going to look for!"

"Who can I find?"

Zheng Jian looked at Zhu Po's painful face, and when he thought of the days and nights he spent with her, he suddenly jumped up in a hurry.

But he glanced at the masked master on the cliff and turned his head sharply to look at the masked master on the cliff.

"Who else can I find?"