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Han Fei didn't believe even a word of such official words. It was probably her who broke into this room that had been prepared for a long time. Even if it wasn't her, this woman would still say the same words.

It's a bit like a bug in a level-breaking game, where only specific answers are set.

Han Fei said tentatively: "Why did you summon me?"

"For the sake of all people in the world."

"So what is my identity?"

"He is the son of the Holy Spirit."

Han Fei:......

Is she afraid that she has entered a mythical world?

"what do I need to do?"

"Bring the holy sword, fight through thorns and thorns, and fight for the world!"

After saying that, the woman suddenly knelt down towards Han Fei, raised her hands high, and placed the wooden stick in her hand, as if the woman was holding something extremely precious.

Han Fei thought for a while and decided to take the broken stick first, otherwise the woman might not get up.

However, when Han Fei tried to pick up the stick, she found that she couldn't pick it up for a while!

That stick is incredibly heavy! !

The woman was still kneeling there respectfully, as if she had been waiting for Han Fei to pick up the holy sword.

Han Fei became interested, and unbelievingly increased her strength and picked it up hard, but... it didn't move at all.

At this moment, the woman slowly raised her head, her eyes with only pupils seemed to be flashing with doubts, and said slowly: "You... are not the son of the Holy God..."

"you are not……"

"Intruder, intruder?"

In an instant, the woman's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and her originally beautiful face was distorted and twitching. Wisps of fierce light flickered in her pupils, as if she would rush over and tear Han Fei apart in the next moment.

Han Fei was so frightened by those eyes that she exhausted all her strength. It was as if something was broken in her mind, and the stick was finally in her hand. This time, she could no longer feel it. Without the weight of the stick, as if it was just an ordinary stick, the gravity just now disappeared.

The woman saw Han Fei holding the stick steadily in her hand, and the distorted expression on her face gradually returned to its original state. She seemed to show an expression of relief, and said slowly: "You are, the son of the Holy God, I don't have it." Waiting for the wrong person.”

Han Fei was holding a wooden stick and her heartbeat was a little fast. The killing intent and fierce light released by the woman at that moment made her feel the danger she had not seen for a long time.

This woman is not simple at all. After all, she is someone who can lie dead again after sleeping for so long!

After Han Fei caught the stick, the woman stood up and said, "Son of the Holy God, please follow me. My believers have prepared sacrifices for the Son of the Holy God."

After saying that, the woman turned around and walked forward. Han Fei hesitated for a moment and decided to follow her and take a look.

The woman walked forward slowly. With every step she took, lights would light up on both sides. Only then did Han Fei see clearly that there were wall lamps hanging on both ends of the wall. The ones placed on the wall lamps were not candles or torches. They are night-light pearls. Each round bead is the size of a baby's fist. If you take any one and put it outside, it is priceless. But here, it just acts as a candle.

Han Fei couldn't help but take a breath. Use the night pearl as a light? What a luxury!

Han Fei quickly withdrew his gaze and followed the woman closely. He was already trapped in this ghost place, and if he lost her, it would be a disaster!

Han Fei didn't know how long she had been walking, but the road was very long, and she even felt a little tired. Just when Han Fei was about to stop and not follow, the woman spoke.

"Here we are, here is where everyone rests."

Han Fei looked in the direction of the sleeping woman in surprise. A chill ran down her spine and her scalp became numb.

In front of them is a group of countless people.

No, to be precise, they were corpses. Each one was well preserved, and even the expressions on their faces were frozen, as if they were not dead.

However, there are countless such people, and at a glance, they all raise their heads and stare in the same direction.

These corpses were all in a half-kneeling posture, with one hand clenched into a fist and pressed against the chest, while their heads were raised high. This posture seemed to be very familiar to Han Fei.

Isn't this... a unique gesture between them?

Han Fei was stunned, and the originally terrifying atmosphere dissipated a lot.

"They are all believers. Believers sacrificed their lives and souls to summon the Son of the Holy Spirit to save the common people."

Han Fei turned her head, looked at the woman blankly, and suddenly said: "It took the lives of many believers to summon...the Son of the Holy God."

"Countless."

Han Fei remained silent. So many lives were buried, just to get the invisible son of the Holy God?

"I am waiting here, and finally I am waiting for you, and you will definitely carry the faith of believers, blessing everyone, all disasters will pass, and a new world will be born."

Han Fei looked at the wooden stick in his hand, then at the woman, and suddenly felt that they were a little sad. After waiting for so long, they were waiting for a fake like her who came by accident.

"I have accumulated some sacrifices here, and I would like to ask the Son of the Holy God to accept them."

The woman seemed to have pressed a switch on the wall, and the wall where it was originally opened slowly, and a flash of light flickered inside.

Han Fei squinted her eyes, a little shocked.

I saw a pile of gold and silver inside. Jewelry and gold were piled up like hills, and the light shone from the gold and silver. Next to the gold and silver, there were large red lacquered boxes. , the box is sealed, but there is nothing visible.

Intuition told Han Fei that she was going to get rich again.

The woman turned around and took out a ring from her hand. The ring was inconspicuous at all. It seemed to be made of bronze. She put it on her thumb. At first glance, she would not notice such an ugly ring at all. ring.

"Your Majesty, please accept my people!"

The woman knelt down again. This time, the thing she held high was not a stick, but the ring.

Han Fei withdrew her gaze from the mountains of gold and silver, looked at the ring, and seemed to feel some familiarity lingering in her heart, which made her pick up the ring involuntarily.

Han Fei's consciousness was stunned for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she had already put the ring on her thumb, and it couldn't be more suitable.

"This is the symbol of faith for believers. Your Majesty, please lead the believers to save the common people!"

Han Fei suddenly felt that these people were more powerful than she thought. They could sacrifice countless lives for a belief. I really didn't know whether they were loyal or stupid, but... at this moment, she had no way to refuse such a heavy entrustment.