The Hell Rift vanished.
The Hellfire clinging to Withered Tree and the houses went out.
The white dragon's enormous head looked down at the desiccated corpse. Being too huge, she had to lower her head to look at it. The other evil ghosts had all been dealt with; only this thing remained. Qing Ling controlled her flying sword to block one side, Little Stone stalked closer viciously, and Snake Demon Boy panted as he gripped his Ring-pommel Saber and sealed off the other direction.
The desiccated corpse was caught between a rock and a hard place, and its ugly face looked even uglier.
After driving back Long-faced Heavenly King, it looked around in every direction. It was surrounded, and every face was hostile...
Old Hui Xian approached unhurriedly, and Snake Demon Boy instinctively stepped in front of the old monk.
"Goodness. Benefactor, are you willing to lay down the butcher's knife?"
On the ground, the iron ball that had just poked its head out twitched at the corner of its mouth and looked pityingly at the trapped desiccated corpse.
Bai Yujun lay comfortably on all fours, tucking her two front claws in like a cat as she watched the show.
"Old Virtuous One, are you planning to take this thing back and turn it into dried meat?"
Her voice rumbled like thunder, making the old man's ears ache.
"Benefactor Bai, you jest. This humble monk is Hui Xian. Guiding others toward goodness is a meritorious deed. If an evil ghost turns toward goodness, it may escape the Sea of Suffering. The merit would be boundless."
A certain white dragon snorted and rolled her eyes. Better to just destroy the rotten corpse.
Old Hui Xian smiled with his trademark kindly, compassionate expression. The trapped desiccated corpse glanced at the earthen ditch