Chapter 512: Think Carefully, You Are Actually Dead

Fang Xiu walked to hundreds of coffins. These coffins were of various shapes, some were made of mahogany, some were made of ordinary wood, some were made of rosewood, and some were made of crystal coffins. ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

There were quite a few coffins that were very valuable, which was normal. Those who could be buried in the Royal Spirit Master Cemetery were basically the best among the Royal Spirit Masters during their lifetime, and they had made great contributions to the headquarters. They died in strange battles, and these people would not be short of money at all.

You have to know that the Royal Spirit Masters are also human beings, and they are very extreme people. In order to make these people fight to the death, the headquarters has always adopted a high salary policy. The monthly salary is more than what an ordinary person earns in his lifetime, and there are also various spiritual materials.

Wanting the horse to run, but not letting the horse eat grass, this will never last long.

Fang Xiu silently estimated the area occupied by these hundreds of coffins. With his current ability, it is still no problem to cover them all. It is nothing more than consuming more spirituality.

The scope of his ability to accelerate and reverse time is determined by his spirituality. The larger the scope of the power of time, the more spirituality will be consumed, which is why he wants to dig up these graves.

Because with his current spirituality, he can't change the direction of time flow in the entire cemetery. The same is true for the previous order to close the cemetery. One is to prevent someone from deliberately destroying it, 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 were already crowds of people outside the Yuling Master Cemetery. If there were not 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 watched Fang Xiu's actions nervously, eager for miracles to happen in their hearts, but afraid that it would be a farce in the end.

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

In this spotlight, Fang Xiu slowly raised his palm, spread his five fingers and pointed at hundreds of coffins.

As he moved, time seemed to freeze at this moment. People all over the world were watching his movements intently. For a moment, even the barrage of comments decreased a lot.

"Friendly reminder, you can breathe."

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

Time passed by minute by minute, Fang Xiu had maintained the current action for two minutes, but still nothing happened.

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

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

"Will it be a scam in the end?"

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

Soon, another two minutes passed, and still nothing happened.

There were more and more discussions and doubts, but Fang Xiu kept the previous action and didn't move.

Only he knew that his spiritual energy was being consumed rapidly 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 replenishing it, he would have been exhausted long ago.

Resurrecting hundreds of people at once consumed too much spiritual energy, and because the area was relatively large, the pre-casting swing was longer.

Fortunately, another minute later, Fang Xiu was finally ready.

A mysterious and obscure time fluctuation spread from his hand, successfully covering all the coffins. Just a moment later, the speed and direction of time in this area changed dramatically, and all this was invisible to people all over the world.

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

"Why is it still not working! You won't just stand there for a day, right?"

"Isn't today April Fool's Day?"

"Hey, look, Captain Fang has moved!"

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

"Fuck, why did he leave?"

"Did he fail?"

"It was so grand, but it ended in a whimper?"

Fang Xiu walked to the edge of the Yuling Master's tomb, and the crowd became more and more turbulent. Some relatives of the deceased with red eyes squeezed forward desperately.

"Captain Fang! Did he fail? My child... my child..." The man choked up at the end.

Some impatient relatives yelled directly.

"Captain Fang, please say something, did you succeed?"

"Please, Captain Fang, you must save my son!"

Facing the excited crowd, Fang Xiu said calmly: "Line up one by one to claim the body. Only when one person comes out can the corresponding family member go in to claim the body. If no one comes out, the family members will wait outside. Don't disrupt the order."

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

Just when everyone was in doubt, dong dong dong!

The sound of knocking on wood suddenly sounded.

Due to the distance, ordinary people could not hear it clearly, but the spirit master in the crowd was instantly shocked and exclaimed: "There is movement in the coffin!"

"What!"

"Is there really movement?"

"Be quiet, listen carefully!" A spirit master roared, stunning everyone. His eyes were red, and he listened intently with his ears erect. He was also a spirit master from the headquarters, and this time he came here just to see his 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 a real sound!"

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

"Captain Fang, open the coffin quickly!"

Of course, some people were skeptical, after all, the sound of the coffin didn't mean anything.

Fang Xiu didn't follow their instructions to open the coffin, because there was no need. The coffin was full of spirit masters, and even the most rubbish first-level spirit masters couldn't be trapped in a wooden coffin.

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

The coffin board of a coffin was kicked open by someone!

The force was so great that the coffin board instantly broke into pieces in the air.

The loud sound of the coffin breaking caused the whole place to fall into a dead silence. Everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe and stared at the coffin that was opened from the inside.

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

"Pfft, pfft." He spat out the sawdust in his mouth and kept slapping his hair. It was obvious that the coffin had just broken and splashed sawdust all over him.

"Who the hell locked me in the coffin... Shit, why are there so many people!?" The young man who was about to curse was shocked when he saw the crowd clearly.

There were so many people in the crowd, and they were all silent and staring at him. Even though he was a spirit master, he was stunned when he saw this scene.

However, the people present were more stunned than him.

"Resurrection... Resurrection!"

"The dead are really alive!?"

"It's fake... fake, didn't they put the living in there beforehand?"

"What dead or alive? Who are you? Where is the starving ghost?" The newly resurrected spirit master obviously hadn't figured out the situation, but his words seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest.

Click, click!

For a while, the sound of taking pictures continued, and all kinds of flashes almost blinded his eyes.

"Quiet." Fang Xiu's calm voice suddenly sounded, and the voice seemed to have some kind of magic, which was extremely penetrating. Although the sound was not loud, it strangely overwhelmed the whole scene, and the scene was silent instantly.

The newly resurrected spirit master finally opened his eyes and looked at Fang Xiu. He was stunned and blurted out: "Captain Fang! Why are you here too? Did you kill the starving ghost?"

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