Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

"I.......is dead?" Zhao Hai said to himself in disbelief: "What are you playing......"

Before he could finish his words, images flashed in his mind, and finally he was frozen in the scene of being starved to death, his pupils constricted suddenly, his heart thumped wildly, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He looked at his hands tremblingly, and frantically tore off the clothes on his chest to look at his heart. Under his strong chest muscles, a living heart was beating.

"I... am not dead?" Zhao Hai raised his head in amazement and looked at Fang Xiu: "Captain! What is going on here? Am I dead or not? Is this the underworld?"

Fang Xiu stared at him with deep and dark eyes, and calmly said: "You are indeed dead, but I brought you back to life."

Zhao Hai wanted to ask something more, but a voice full of excitement and trembling not far away interrupted his questioning.

"The sea!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhao Hai trembled uncontrollably, turned his head to look, and with just one glance, he was able to lock the familiar figure firmly among the thousands of people.

It was an old woman with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles left by the years. Her eyes were filled with tears and she was almost unsteady. If it weren't for the support of a young man and woman on the side, she might have fallen to the ground.

Zhao Hai also seemed to realize something, and a name engraved in the gene blurted out: "Mom!"

"Eh!"

Tears welled up in the old woman's eyes. Her unstable body seemed to be supported by some kind of force and stood up again. She ignored the crowd and rushed towards the cemetery like crazy.

The soldiers didn't stop him, because Fang Xiu had said before that he would let him claim it.

The old woman just took two steps into the cemetery when Zhao Hai rushed over and helped his mother.

"Mom, I remembered, I seem to have died once, I..."

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

The scene was in an instant uproar, and even the whole world lost its voice.

"Fuck! It's really resurrected!"

"Is it me? It's not a clone or a substitute, is it?"

"Others can admit their mistakes, but how can a mother admit her own child?"

"Isn't it an actor you found in advance?"

"Actor?? This demeanor, this expression, this movement, you tell me this is an actor? This is an instinct engraved in my bones! It's maternal love!"

When everyone was amazed, bang bang bang!

The sound of the coffin boards cracking continued, and one after another the dead came out of the coffin.

The family members of the deceased outside the cemetery lost their voices in excitement.

"Jingyun! Is that you, Jingyun?"

"Let me in quickly, that's my son!"

The family members of the deceased went completely crazy and rushed into the cemetery one by one.

Many people hugged each other and cried, and the originally quiet cemetery instantly turned into a large-scale confession scene.

On the other hand, Fang Xiu watched everything in front of him silently. At this moment, he could clearly feel the massive power of faith rushing madly.

Under the explanation of their relatives, the deceased also understood what happened. It turned out that they had died a long time ago, but they were just resurrected by the prophet.

Plop, plop...

As the first person knelt down towards Fang Xiu, as if it caused a chain reaction, more and more people knelt down, including the family members of the deceased, who cried with joy and kept kowtowing.

"Thank you, Captain Fang, for saving your life!"

"Captain Fang, your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by our family."

The power of faith is increasing. In Fang Xiu's line of sight, there are white thin lines surging from all directions in the sky. It is the manifestation of the power of faith, but other people cannot see it.

Those powers of faith crazily poured into the angel's law, and the angel's law burst into brilliance, and terrifying power was brewing in it.

It is conceivable that with the passage of time, the power of faith will increase, and when the holy pupil erupts, it will definitely shake the world.

Fang Xiu nodded to the kneeling crowd, then ignored him and turned to face the camera and the crowd watching.

He said calmly: "The miracle will not be performed only once. In the future, anyone who has made outstanding contributions to the Xia Kingdom and can be buried in the Imperial Spirit Master Cemetery after death will have the right to be resurrected."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole world erupted.The barrage exploded immediately!

"Damn it! Is the Imperial Spirit Master Cemetery a resurrection point?!"

"Isn't there no need to be afraid of death in the future?"

"The prophet is awesome!"

"What about ordinary people? Why only revive the spirit master!"

"It's not fair, we should also have the right to be resurrected, everyone should be equal!"

"Equality for all is the greatest inequality."

"Upstairs is correct! Why do lazy people and hardworking people have the same salary?"

Not only on the Internet, but even some onlookers at the scene had the same discussion.

Some in a hurry even shouted: "Captain Fang, what if we can't enter the Imperial Spirit Master Cemetery? Do we ordinary people still have a chance?"

Fang Xiu watched the crowd calmly. He knew very well that there must be many people asking this question.

"Everyone can become a spirit master. What you have to do is not to ask me here, is there a chance? Instead, ask yourself, why can't you become a spirit master? Is someone blocking you?

Unlike the rich and the poor, a spiritual master does not require connections, resources, or background. He is the only profession that relies entirely on oneself. As long as you work hard enough and work hard enough, the door to a spiritual master is open to everyone. "

"It's not fair! We ordinary people also have our own contributions. Without us, how would society function? Imperial spirit masters are also human beings, and they also have to eat. Without us taxpayers, what would they eat?" Someone shouted with anger on his face.

There are also two different voices on the Internet.

"It's really unfair. Everyone has his own contribution. Everyone can't be a master of spirits, so who will farm the land?"

"What's unfair, the premise of people's resurrection is that they really put their lives to fight against Wei Wei, do you use your life to farm?"

"The prophets have said that no one will stop you from becoming a spiritual master. When others are fighting Weird, you hide at home. Now Weird enjoys the power of resurrection? I was thinking that you have been hiding at home, so you couldn't die. What do you want to resurrect?"

"Do ordinary people deserve to die? What did we do wrong?"

"I'm really convinced. Isn't this a sneaky change of concept? Everyone is going to die. If you don't rush forward when encountering weird people, you can be resurrected now. Do you think they can be resurrected?"

"I'm not a spiritual master, I'm just an ordinary person, but I think the prophet is right. The end of the world is coming soon. If we want to save all mankind, the places for resurrection must be reserved for useful people. Resurrect a group of ordinary people. Let’s go add food to the weirdness!”

"But ordinary people also have the right to live!"

"What the hell are you talking about Weird, and the captain? How could anyone be resurrected before the captain? It's good to have it now, and pick and choose."

"Stop arguing and listen to Captain Fang."

Whether it was the people on the Internet or the people at the scene, they were all eagerly waiting for Fang Xiu's reply.

Fang Xiu's extremely dark eyes swept across the crowd slowly, the eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to see through the lens and see the end of the world.

He spoke slowly, his voice was not loud enough to spread throughout the audience: "Do you want a fair? Remember, my words are fair."

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

No one expected that Fang Xiu would not give an explanation, nor a word of consolation. He was domineering, as always.

"If you want the right to be resurrected, yes, then prove it. Prove that you have this qualification. I have given you the opportunity. If you can't seize it, it's your own business. If you can't do it, don't blame the headquarters."