"Don't you want salvation! Stare your dog's eyes to see what you're doing. ”

After Zhan Jingyi and Song Liangliang communicated, they didn't forget to turn around and stare coldly at the old man.

"Let's go!"

I saw Zhan Jingyi open his palm, and the golden light flashed on one hand, pressing directly on the little girl's head, and suddenly an extremely strong spiritual power protected the girl's soul.

Next, the most important thing, he didn't know if he could do it, but he always had to try, and in an instant, he saw the silver blade against the girl's belly, quickly cutting through the skin that had turned into dead flesh on the outside.

With a twist of the blade, the whole piece of skin and flesh began to be cut by Zhan Jingyi, because the girl was too thin and had no fat, and the blood vessels and nerves under the skin and flesh were completely attached to the bones.

Such a complicated separation operation, even if the best surgeon comes, it is daunting, but for a mentally deviant, this is not a problem, the smooth knife technique, the speed is staggering, even if it is an autopsy, it still does not forget to carry a fascinating sense of art.

"Puff puff ......"

I saw that the thin pieces of rotten meat like fish were neatly cut off by Zhan Jingyi, and the muscles of the girl's arms and chest had been completely separated.

"Do it!"

Hearing Zhan Jingyi's order, Song Liangliang, who was already waiting on the side, immediately activated the Holy Light Technique, and in an instant, golden light shrouded the girl's muscles and bones.

A miraculous scene began to appear, and I saw that new and fresh muscles began to grow on the white bones.

Bean-sized beads of sweat slid down Zhan Jingyi's forehead, and large pieces of dead flesh were removed little by little under his blade, and the thin slices of meat looked like a piece of paper, and the thin flesh shreds were as slender as hair.

In the faint light, the coarse, dry flesh takes on a waxy color......

Somewhat...... It's like old bacon that's been aged and dried.

From the chest to the toes, every bone to the tendon belt, Zhan Jingyi tried his best to retain her body functions, and of course, he would decisively cut off some completely necrotic places.

At the same time, Zhan Jingyi also had to use his spiritual power to protect the little girl's soul, but fortunately, Song Liangliang's holy light technique was really powerful, although it could not reach the legend of life and death made of white bones.

It is possible to recreate flesh and blood, and the flesh that is reborn is so perfect, like a baby's skin, from this point of view, the ability of this judgment system is still very powerful.

"No...... Impossible! ”

Watching the girl's body be reshaped little by little, the muscles on the old man's face were tensed together, a pair of eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't help but hold his breath, his hands were clenched tightly, and his eyes looked at the iron rod in the corner of the wall from time to time.

The old man's eyes flickered, and he could see that his heart was full of struggle.

"That's it!"

Seeing that the girl's body was completely recovered, Zhan Jingyi quickly took out a potion and poured it into the girl with a small spoonful, which he found in the warehouse before, this is the elixir extracted from the essence of ginseng, after drinking it, even if it is a dying person, he can temporarily hang a breath.

As the potion entered the lungs along the girl's squirming throat, the girl's complexion gradually began to turn red and tender, and her chest rose and fell slightly, and the faint breathing sound of "Hu ......" echoed in the room.

"It's really alive!"

The inaudible sound of breathing made the fake god, who had already stretched out half of his hand like a lightning strike, suddenly turned his head, and a pair of eyes stared directly at the girl's gradually rosy face, and the flickering and dark face couldn't tell what kind of taste it was.

At this time, Zhan Jingyi wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a cold face, walked to the side of the fake heavenly master, stretched out his hand, and copied the iron rod in the corner of the wall.

……

"Song Liangliang, I'll take care of the rest!"

After finishing speaking, Zhan Jingyi did not stay, and walked out of the room without looking back, until he closed the door, and only breathed out of his mouth, this time, although the time was not long, but the degree of hard work was no less than a big war.

The next thing is treatment and recovery, so leave it to Song Liangliang, a stunned young man, and he is not interested in the discovery of conscience and the passage of the Holy Father forgiven by the victim, and he doesn't want to watch it.

If it is a bloody episode of anger and pedantic insistence, Zhan Jingyi doesn't want to see it, it is his duty to save this little girl, and in the same way, saving her is just to let the fake god understand that what he did before was completely wrong.

Otherwise, looking at this old guy's deep-rooted, even perverted thinking, he will never easily say that he is wrong, in short, no matter what happens in it next, Zhan Jingyi doesn't want to see it, and even, he doesn't want to see the fake god's face for a moment.

In fact, the moment he grabbed the iron rod, he almost couldn't help but insert the iron rod into the head of this pedantic and hateful old man, and then stir it vigorously to see what his brain contained.

This is also the reason why Zhan Jingyi didn't stay in the house, he was afraid that he would not be able to control it and beat this old man to death, but he knew that this old man could not die now.

Since he is the only living person here, it is obvious that this old man will be a key person, and I hope that the truly resurrected girl can awaken the little conscience that this old man has left.

Otherwise, he could only use some other means, even if he wasted some time on this, he casually threw the iron rod into the corner, and Zhan Jingyi took out a pack of cigarettes, which was the best thing found in the warehouse.

When I came here, I didn't have any cigarettes, and after I got them, I was so busy that I didn't even have the opportunity to smoke.

"Hiss" took a puff of cigarette, Zhan Jingyi immediately felt that his whole body and mind were comfortable, and some of the previous unpleasantness seemed to be spit out of his chest with a puff of smoke, comfortable!

As Zhan Jingyi breathed, smoke slowly erupted from his nasal cavity, and his eyes gradually regained their calmness little by little.

Moreover, there are many objective factors that can be successful, and this success is simply not replicable, after all, it is not so easy to find a field that can turn the living into the living dead.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Zhan Jingyi heard a howling sound from inside.

"Buzz ......"

Soon, the door was opened, and Song Liangliang walked out: "Say, he really doesn't know how to get out of here, but he said that as long as he destroys this place, then we can naturally leave, and the clue may be in the villa." ”

As he spoke, Song Liangliang's expression was very serious, because once he went to the villa, he might have to face the true god, and Zhan Jingyi knew better that before facing the true god, the fat duke alone would definitely not be so easy to deal with.

"Alas!"

Hearing Song Liangliang's words, Zhan Jingyi raised his eyebrows, thinking of the fat man like Roshan, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

He always felt that this fat man was not easy to deal with, although he looked clumsy like a super fat pig, but the appearance of such a thing was always false.

Even if you observe it slightly, you can't guarantee that what you see is the information that the other party deliberately revealed to you, and it is those eyes that will not deceive.

I remember that when the duke stared at him, that kind of oppressive force would definitely not deceive Zhan Jingyi.

"Thousands of rivers and mountains are always love, can you vote for me!"