It is conceivable that if Meng Chao had not appeared in time, Ye Zi would not have been buried in the blazing flames sprayed by the wolf officer just now.

In just ten or twenty minutes, the body will spontaneously combust and die due to the excessive temperature of the organs and brain.

Except for Meng Chao.

Looking at Tulanze and even Dragon City, there are definitely not more than five fingers of people who can save Ye Zi in such a critical situation.

Meng Chao's hands moved like flying, groping from Ye Zi's temples to the soles of his feet.

We have initially figured out the distribution of the spiritual veins boiling like magma in his body.

After pondering for a moment, Meng Chao gently broke off a black thorn from the burnt datura tree nearby.

Swish swish swish!

The sharp thorns pierced the periphery of the leaf's internal organs with incomparable precision, and dozens of nodes where spiritual veins intersected.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Suddenly, streams of colorful steam leaked out from the leaves.

It looked like a boiler that had been in disrepair and leaked air from all sides.

Hearing the too harsh sound, Meng Chao's frowned eyebrows still did not loosen.

His ten fingers quickly poked between Ye Zi's chest and abdomen, and the ripple-like force continuously penetrated the flesh and blood, massaging his internal organs.

Ensure that the process of crazy leakage of spiritual energy will not damage the young man's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys that are not yet fully developed.

I do not know how long it has been.

The leaves groaned.

He coughed a few times and coughed up a pool of shiny mucus.

Only then did the hostility lingering around him subside a little.

The abnormally swollen limbs are like an inflatable rod with its valve opened, gradually shrinking back to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meng Chao put his index and middle fingers together and touched the boy's forehead.

I found that although his forehead was still hot, it was no longer as hot as it was just now, when it was so hot that it was about to melt steel.

Then put two fingers above the boy's lips.

I felt that the boy's breathing was gradually stabilizing, and the temperature of the breath exhaled from his body was also decreasing.

Meng Chao breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, rescued!

——It seemed like an ordinary stab, but only Meng Chao knew the danger in it.

Just now, Ye Zi's internal organs were swollen with too violent spiritual energy, like a trembling, almost transparent balloon filled with water.

I want to poke a small hole in such a "balloon" and squeeze out all the water inside without damaging the balloon at all, let alone causing the balloon to explode.

It is simply difficult to reach the sky!

Even a university professor who is familiar with the distribution of the 108 main veins and 1024 branch veins of the human body, as well as the intersection of each spiritual vein, would not be able to accomplish this miraculous feat without the keen sense and delicate techniques developed by harvesting tens of thousands of monsters.

operate.

Not to mention that although advanced orcs and earthlings have roughly the same physical structure and are close relatives derived from the same genetic mother, on the long road of evolution, the two sides have gradually drifted apart, and there are very subtle differences in the structure of the intertwined spiritual veins.

difference.

If it weren't for the deep dungeon of the Blood Skull Arena, Meng Chao would have spent a lot of effort to prepare the leaves in order to obtain a qualified guide and become familiar with his spiritual vein distribution structure.

I'm afraid, there is nothing we can do to save it.

"You kid, I told you clearly when we parted that you must act wisely and be smart. Why are you working so hard?

"Do you really expect that there is a holy mountain floating outside the atmosphere, and there is a great horned rat god sitting cross-legged on the holy mountain. Waiting for your heroic sacrifice, he can really pull you out of the atmosphere to enjoy an endless feast.

Fighting?"

Meng Chao couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the rat boy's face turned as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss.

The leaves slowly wake up.

At this moment, he was still very weak due to physical exhaustion and excessive blood loss.

The deformity swelled, tearing flesh and blood, and even the bones were covered with fine gaps. The limbs that had just returned to their original shape were more like four torches covered in grease, burning crazily, making him feel the sharp pain in his heart.

.

However, no matter whether he was weak or in severe pain, he could not stop the rat boy from his determination to rush to hell for freedom and dignity, and then fight his way through hell to reach the top of the holy mountain.

He didn't see his surroundings clearly at all, or even who saved him, but he struggled like a small fish in a muddy pond, screaming hysterically with an extremely weak voice: "Kill! Kill!"

Kill these jackals! For all the rat people! For the Saint of Ancient Dreams! For the Great Horned Rat God!"

Meng Chao's hair stood on end.

Quickly, he gently held the back of Ye Zi's head with his left hand.

The spiritual energy from the palm surged, pouring into the depths of his brain to stabilize the brain, lowering the temperature of the brain, calming the young man down, and preventing another concussion.

His right hand was raised high, and he slapped the boy more than ten times or twenty times without any mercy.

The whipping made both sides of Ye Ye's cheeks bulge like big purple eggplants, and the crowding made both of his eyes bulge out of their sockets. His gaze was fixed on Meng Chao's face, and he stared at it for a long time.

"Harvest, reaper!"

The rat boy finally came to his senses. Regardless of the pain in his cheek, he grinned with an ecstatic expression.

"Finally woke up!"

Meng Chao breathed a long sigh of relief and showed a happy smile.

"That's great, Reaper. Even you appearing here must be the arrangement of the Great Horned Rat God. It's really great!"

Ye Zi's eyes were shining, and he looked like a patient who had just received a lot of blood. He threw himself on Meng Chao, grabbed Meng Chao's arm, and shook him wildly, "Quick, Reaper, help us eliminate these hateful people."

Jackal, the Saint of Ancient Dreams said, whether the Sixth Clan can gain a firm foothold in Turanze, and whether millions of rat people can gain true freedom and dignity depends on this crucial battle!"

"..."

Watching Ye Zi's expression of fascination and conviction when he mentioned the words "Saint of Ancient Dreams".

Meng Chao felt sour that the little guy he had worked so hard to prepare was abducted by outsiders.

"Wake up, Ye Zi!"

Meng Chao controlled the rat boy's arms and said in a deep voice, "Do you still remember the survival rules I taught you in the underground prison of the Blood Skull Arena? Observe more, think more, and be careful not to hide yourself until absolutely necessary.

Don’t invest all the chips, including yourself, on one poker player—because our goal is to be the smallest poker player, not the biggest chip!”

Meng Chao's throat was wrapped with a very special spiritual energy.

This allows his vocal cords to emit high-frequency oscillations similar to ultrasonic waves at a frequency far exceeding that of ordinary people.

The sound produced in this way can not only vibrate the listener's eardrums and auditory nerves.

It can reach directly into the cerebral cortex and even the depths of the listener's soul.

The leaves trembled slightly.

His eyes were a little clearer than before.

Like several chains lingering in his mind, Meng Chao's words pierced through them.

But the broken chains were quickly reconnected.

His expression once again became stubborn and even fanatical.

"Reaper, I remember every word you told me, but please believe me, the Saint of Ancient Dreams must be right. This battle is really the rise of the Sixth Clan and the salvation of all the rat people."

The key is, you must help us!"

The rat boy was so anxious that he almost cried.

Meng Chao's heart moved.

"Have you met the Ancient Dream Saint?"

Meng Chao said, "How do you know that what she said must be right? Don't forget, when we were in Black Horn City, we once analyzed that the Great Horned Rat God may not exist, and there must be a deeper truth hidden behind the Great Horned Legion.

eccentric!"

"I don't know if the Great Horned Rat God really exists, but the Saint of Ancient Dreams has indeed obtained the power of the Rat God. You can't even imagine how magical and incredible she is!"

Ye Zi said anxiously, "I have indeed seen the Saint of Ancient Dreams. To be more precise, it was the Saint of Ancient Dreams who saved us. If it had not been for the Saint of Ancient Dreams, we would have all died in Black Corner City!"

"What?"

Meng Chao was surprised, "When you say 'we', you mean..."

"It's me, Spider, and the twenty-nine rat servants you first rescued from the dark prison of the Blood Skull Arena."

After Ye Zi’s explanation.

Only then did Meng Chao learn the story of what happened to Ye Zi and other rat militia soldiers on the day when a series of massive methane explosions turned Black Corner City upside down.
To be continued...