Everyone was wounded, and they were all covered in wounds.
The Little Loli sat on the ground with her eyes closed, occasionally rubbing the sore spots on her body. This body of hers was more delicate and needed more attention.
The old priest and spider-man were carried up by Bai Yingying with great difficulty. The old priest was still unconscious, and his face was pale. He looked like he had overindulged himself.
His eyes were sunken and black, his lips were dry and white, and his body was weak. He was sweating profusely and convulsed from time to time.
Of course, no one would laugh at him at this time. Among the people present, Zhou Ze and the Little Loli were ghosts. Bai Yingying was a zombie, spider-man was a living dead person, and Xu Qinglang was a mystic cultivator. If the old priest had not been brought along.., cao Ding would not have been able to give him a suitable body even if he wanted to help.