Monk Jiu Rou had dreariness written all over his face. His hands were clasped in front of his chest to form a holy golden statue of Buddha. He looked like a true Buddha that was suppressing the powerful evil.

“This was a matter relating to the people of this world. The moment Xiao Nuolan revives, with the evil aura in her body, blood will fill the rivers and corpses will cover the mountain…”

Monk Jiu Rou clearly spoke with heroic words that cared for the people of this world. They were truly stirring words that were very touching.

However, the chest of this monk had a tattoo of an azure dragon and a white tiger, and his face was very ferocious. This made it so that people couldn’t help but question the truth in his words.

Feng Feiyun had goosebumps from hearing those dignified words:

“I don’t care. If this matter is so important, why don’t you go yourself?”

What a joke, this woman corpse was already so dangerous before coming back to life. An ordinary person, within ten zhang of her, would immediately be crushed by the killing aura on her body.

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