"Rod!"
Su Lu ran over, quickly confirming that this was indeed Rod.
At the same time, looking at the attribute bar, his inspiration had already reduced by 0.3, he sighed inwardly.
This [Spiritual Pressure] was handy indeed, but it consumed a lot.
And it could only disperse this evil spirit for a short time, at most twenty seconds, no, just a dozen seconds, and it would bounce back with vigor!
If it was a third or fourth-tier evil spiritual body, it could perhaps only last for one or two seconds! The consumption would surge to a terrifying degree.
"Su Lu!"
The real Rod stayed still, not wandering around impulsively.
Seeing him come over, his eyes held vigilance, "Say something that proves who you are!"
"The scar on your stomach is from your appendectomy!"
Su Lu swiftly responded.
"Good!"
Rod relaxed his guard, but with some reproach, "Why did you come in?"