Chapter 437: The Hippogriff Beast

"Is that a player?" Song Jian looked at the monk with a surprised expression on his face.

"Zhang Hong, level 19, occupation: Martial Monk, vitality points: 800/800"

This player didn't hide his name and attributes, which were boldly displayed above his head.

As Zhang Hong intoned scriptures, each mutated ghost, covered in golden light, eventually awakened its self-awareness. With tears streaming down their faces, they bowed gratefully to Zhang Hong before gradually disappearing.

As each mutated ghost was reincarnated, sweat began to bead on Zhang Hong's forehead. The strains of chanting took their toll, his voice growing lower and lower. Half an hour later, the surrounding mutated ghosts were all reincarnated and vanished, with no new ghosts arriving.

Zhang Hong sighed softly, then took out a bottle of mineral water and a compressed ration from his bag and started to eat.