Fang Xiu walked to hundreds of coffins. These coffins were of different shapes, including mahogany, ordinary wood, rosewood, and even crystal coffins.
There are many who are worth a lot of money. This is normal. Those who can be buried in the Spirit Controlling Master Cemetery were basically the best among the Spirit Controlling Masters during their lifetimes. They made great contributions to the headquarters and lost their lives in strange battles. Such people There will be no shortage of money at all.
You must know that spiritual 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, and there are also various spiritual 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 would be no problem to cover them all. It would just cost more spiritual energy.
The scope of his ability to accelerate and rewind time is determined by spirituality. The larger the range covered by the power of time, the more spirituality will be consumed. This is why he wants to dig open these graves.
Because with his current spirituality, he could not change the direction of time flow in the entire cemetery. The same was true for the previous order to close the cemetery. One was to prevent intentional damage, and the other was 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 Spiritual Master Cemetery. If it weren't for a group of soldiers surrounding it, these people would have rushed in long ago.
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, but also afraid that it would turn out to be a farce.
The cruelest thing in the world is to give hope to a desperate person and then kill it with your own hands.
In the midst of all the attention, Fang Xiu slowly raised his palm and pointed his fingers at the hundreds of coffins.
As he moved, time seemed to freeze at this moment. People all over the world watched his movements intently, and even the barrage decreased a lot for a while.
"Friendly reminder, you can breathe."
"Seriously, if the prophet can really achieve group resurrection, then his achievements can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented. If there are still history books in future generations, his deeds alone will have to be opened in a separate book!"
Time passed by, and Fang Xiu had maintained his current actions for two full minutes, but still nothing happened.
So much so that the crowd and the barrage began to make some comments.
"What are you doing? Why haven't you started yet?"
"It won't turn out to be a scam, right?"
"What are you thinking upstairs? Do you think it is easy for the dead to be resurrected?"
Soon, another two minutes passed, and still nothing happened.
There were more and more comments and doubts, but Fang Xiu kept his previous actions and remained motionless.
Only he knew in his heart that his spirituality was rapidly depleting and had reached the bottom several times. If it weren't for the large amount of weirdness in the Double Dragon Ring that was constantly being replenished, he would have been exhausted.
Resurrecting hundreds of people at one time consumes too much spiritual energy, and due to the relatively large area, the caster swing is longer.
Fortunately, after another minute, Fang Xiu was finally ready to finish.
A mysterious and obscure time fluctuation spread from his hand, successfully covering all the coffins. Just a moment later, the flow rate and direction of time in this area changed drastically, and all this was watched by people all over the world. not see.
Time is more elusive than the soul. It is everywhere, but no one can see it.
"Why can't you do it? You won't just stand like this all day, will you?"
"Isn't today April Fool's Day?"
"Hey, look, Commander Fang is moving!"
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.
"Damn it, why are you leaving?"
"Isn't it a failure?"
"It's so grand, but it ends in an anticlimax?"
Fang Xiu walked to the edge of the spiritual master's mausoleum. The crowd became more and more turbulent, and some family members of the deceased with red eyes were trying their best to push forward.
"Captain Fang! Did you fail? My child...my child..." The man choked up at the end.
Some family members who had a bad temper even yelled and yelled.
"Captain Fang, please say something. Was it successful?"
"Please, Captain Fang, you must save my son!"
Facing the excited crowd, Fang Xiu said calmly: "One by one, we will line up to claim. When one comes out, the corresponding family members can go in and claim. For those who have not come out, the family members will wait outside. Don't disrupt the order."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned and recognized it one by one! ? What does it mean? Could it be...
Just when everyone was in shock and doubt, Dong Dong Dong!
There was a sudden sound of knocking on wood.
Due to the distance, ordinary people could not hear clearly, but the spiritual master in the crowd was instantly shocked and exclaimed: "There is movement in the coffin!"
"What!"
"Is there really any movement?"
"Everyone be quiet, listen carefully!" A spiritual master shouted, calming everyone. His eyes were red, and his ears were perked up to listen. He was also a spiritual master at 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 was really a sound!"
"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 did not follow their instructions and opened the coffin because it was unnecessary. The coffins were all filled with spiritual masters. Even the most rubbish first-level spiritual masters could not be trapped in a wooden coffin.
Sure enough, 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 coffin board shattering immediately plunged the whole place 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 wearing a shroud jumped out of the coffin.
"Bah, bah, bah." He spit out the sawdust in his mouth and kept patting his hair. It was obvious that the coffin board had just broken and scattered sawdust all over him.
"Who the hell put me in a coffin... Damn it, why are there so many people!?" The young man who was about to curse was shocked when he saw the crowd.
The eyes were densely packed with tens of thousands of people inside and outside, and they were all silent and staring at him. Even if he was a spiritual master, he couldn't help but be stunned when he suddenly saw this scene.
However, those who were more stunned than him were everyone present.
"Resurrected...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? Starving to death?" The newly resurrected spiritual master obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet, but his words seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest.
Click, 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 magic power and was very penetrating. Although it was not loud, it strangely overwhelmed the whole place, and the scene was instantly silent.
The newly resurrected spiritual master finally opened his eyes and looked at Fang Xiu. He was suddenly stunned and blurted out: "Captain Fang! Why are you here? Did you kill Gui because he starved to death?"
Fang Xiu shook his head: "Zhao Hai, right? If you think about it carefully, you are actually dead."
