After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

Fang Xiu walked to hundreds of coffins. These coffins were of different shapes, including mahogany, ordinary wood, rosewood, and even crystal coffins.

There are not a few who are worth a lot of money. This is normal. Those who can be buried in the cemetery of the Imperial Spirit Master are basically the best among the Imperial Spirit Masters during their lifetime. They have made great contributions to the headquarters and died in strange battles. This kind of people There is no shortage of money at all.

You must know that imperial spirit masters are also human beings, and they are also very extreme people. If they want these people to work hard, the headquarters has always adopted a high salary policy. The monthly salary is more than ordinary people earn in a lifetime. Material.

If you want the horse to run but don't let it eat grass, it will never last long.

Fang Xiu silently estimated the area occupied by these hundreds of coffins. With his current ability, it is not a problem to cover them all. It is nothing more than consuming more spirituality.

The scope of his ability to speed up and reverse time is determined by his spirituality. The larger the area covered by the power of time, the more spirituality he will consume, which is why he has to dig up these graves.

Because with his current spirituality, it is impossible to change the direction of the passage of time in the entire cemetery. The same is true for the previous order to close the cemetery. One is to prevent people from vandalizing, and the other is to dig graves.

Digging graves must not be done in front of family members, otherwise it will cause unnecessary disputes.

At this time, there was already a sea of ​​people outside the cemetery of the Imperial Spirit Master. If it wasn't for a group of soldiers surrounding them, these people would have already rushed in.

Some of these people came to watch the fun, but there were also family members of the deceased. They all watched Fang Xiu's movements nervously, eager for a miracle to happen in their hearts, and feared that it would be a farce in the end.

The cruelest thing in the world is to give hope to the desperate, and then kill hope with your own hands.

In the midst of all the attention, Fang Xiu slowly raised his palm and pointed his fingers at hundreds of coffins.

With his movements, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and people all over the world were watching his movements intently, and even the barrage decreased a lot for a while.

"Friendly reminder, you can breathe."

"To be honest, if the prophet can really achieve group resurrection, then his deeds can be said to be unprecedented. If there are still history books in the future, his deeds alone will have to be opened alone!"

Time passed by every minute and every second, Fang Xiu has maintained the current action for a full 2 ​​minutes, but still nothing happened.

So much so that the crowd and barrage began to have some discussions.

"What are you doing? Why haven't you started yet?"

"Won't it end up being a hoax?"

"What are you thinking upstairs? Do you think it's easy to resurrect the dead?"

Soon, another 2 minutes passed, and nothing happened.

There were more and more voices of discussion and questioning, but Fang Xiu kept his previous actions and remained motionless.

Only he knew in his heart that his spirituality was rapidly depleting, and he had bottomed out several times. If it wasn't for the fact that there were a lot of weirdness in the Shuanglong Ring to replenish at all times, he would have been exhausted.

Reviving hundreds of people at one time consumes too much spirituality, and because of the relatively large area, it takes longer to cast the spell.

Fortunately, after another minute, Fang Xiu was finally ready to finish.

A mysterious and obscure time fluctuation spread from his hands and successfully covered all the coffins. After only a moment, the speed and direction of time flow in this area changed drastically, and all of this was seen by people all over the world. not see.

Time is more ethereal than the mind, it is everywhere, but no one can see it.

"Why can't it work! Can't you just stand like this for a day?"

"Today isn't April Fool's Day, is it?"

"Hey, look quickly, Captain Fang has moved!"

A layer of stone stirred up a thousand waves. Under the gaze of the whole world, Fang Xiu slowly retracted his hand, then turned and left the coffin area.

"Fuck, how did you leave?"

"Isn't it a failure?"

"It's so grand, and it's anticlimactic in the end?"

When Fang Xiu walked to the edge of the Imperial Spirit Master's tomb, the crowd became more and more turbulent, and some family members of the deceased with red eyes pushed forward desperately.

"Captain Fang! Is it a failure? My son... my son..." The man choked up at the end.

Some family members with a bad temper directly yelled again and again.

"Captain Fang, tell me something, did you succeed?"

"I beg you, Captain Fang, you must save my son!"

Facing the excited crowd, Fang Xiu said calmly: "After a while, one by one will line up to claim, and when one comes out, the corresponding family members can go in to claim it. If the family members don't come out, the family members will wait outside, so don't disturb the order."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned, claiming it one by one! ?What does it mean?Could it be...

When everyone was in doubt, boom boom boom!

The sound of knocking on wood suddenly sounded.

Due to the distance, ordinary people can't hear it very clearly, but the imperial spirit master in the crowd was instantly shocked and exclaimed: "There is movement in the coffin!"

"what!"

"Is there really any movement?"

"Everyone is quiet, listen carefully!" A spirit master roared, calming everyone down. His eyes were red, and his ears were pricked up to listen. He is also the spirit master of the headquarters, and this time he came, It is for the comrades buried in the mausoleum.

As the crowd gradually quieted down, the sound of dong dong dong became clearer.

"I heard it too! There is a real voice!"

"It's my son! It must be my son!"

"Captain Fang, open the coffin quickly!"

Of course, some people are doubtful. After all, the sound of a coffin does not mean anything.

Fang Xiu didn't follow their instructions to open the coffin, because there was no need, the coffins were full of spiritual masters, even the most trashy first-level spiritual masters could not be trapped in a wooden coffin.

Sure enough, in the next second, there was only a bang.

The coffin board of a coffin was kicked open!

The force was so great that the coffin boards instantly fell apart in the air.

The loud sound of the cracking of the coffin board directly plunged the audience into a dead silence. Everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe, staring at the coffin that was opened from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, a young man in a shroud jumped out of the coffin.

"Bah, bah, bah." He spat out the sawdust in his mouth, and kept beating his hair. It was obvious that the coffin board was broken and the sawdust was splashed on him just now.

"Who the hell put me in the coffin..... what the hell, why are there so many people!?" The young man who was about to scold the street was startled when he saw the crowd clearly.

It was densely packed, there were no less than tens of thousands of people inside and outside, and all of them were silent, staring at him firmly, even if he was a spirit master, he couldn't help but be stunned on the spot when he saw this scene suddenly.

However, those who were more stunned than him were the people present.

"Re...resurrected!?"

"The dead are really alive!?"

"Fake... it's fake. Did you put a living person in beforehand?"

"What are you dead and alive? Who are you? Are you starving to death?" The newly revived spirit master obviously hasn't figured out the situation, but his words seem to have stabbed a hornet's nest.

Click click!

For a while, the sound of taking pictures sounded one after another, and various flash lights almost blinded his eyes.

"Quiet." Fang Xiu's calm voice suddenly sounded, the voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, very penetrating, obviously not loud, but it strangely overwhelmed the audience, and the scene was instantly silent.

The newly revived spirit master managed to open his eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, was stunned, and blurted out: "Captain Fang! Why are you here? Could it be that you killed Que of starvation?"

Fang Xiu shook his head: "Zhao Hai, right? If you think about it carefully, you are actually dead."