Han Fei didn't believe even a word of such official words. Mostly she 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, and only a specific answer is set.

Han Fei said tentatively: "Why are you calling me here."

"For the common people of the world."

"Then what is my identity?"

"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, cut through the thorns, and fight for the world!"

Having said that, the woman suddenly knelt down towards Han Fei and raised her hands high. The wooden stick was placed in her hand like this, and the woman seemed to be holding something extremely precious.

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

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

That stick is so heavy! !

The woman was still kneeling there respectfully, seeming to have been waiting for Han Fei to pick up the holy sword.

Han Fei became interested, she increased her strength without believing in evil, and picked it up forcefully, but... did not move.

At this moment, the woman slowly raised her head, her eyes with only pupils seemed to sparkle with some doubts, and slowly said: "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 beautiful face was a little twisted and twitched, and wisps of fierce light flickered in her pupils, as if she would rush over to tear Han Fei to pieces in the next moment.

Han Fei was so frightened by those eyes that she exhausted her strength, her mind felt as if something was broken, and the wooden stick was finally held in her hand. This time, she never felt Less than the weight of this stick, as if it were just an ordinary stick, the burst of gravity just disappeared.

The woman saw Han Fei calmly holding the stick in her hand, and the distorted expression on her face returned to its original shape a little bit. She seemed to show a relieved expression, and slowly said: "You, yes, the son of the Holy God, I don’t Wait for the wrong person."

Han Fei held the wooden stick, her heart beating a little fast, the murderous intent and fierce light released by the woman at that moment made her feel the long-lost danger.

This woman is not simple at all, after all, she is the one who can swindle the body again after sleeping for so long!

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

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

The woman walked forward unhurriedly. With each step she took, both sides would light up. At this time, Han Fei could see clearly that there were wall lamps on both ends of the wall. The wall lamps were not candle torches. It's the Ye Mingzhu. The round beads are the size of a baby's fist. Taking any one out and putting it out is a priceless existence, but here, it just acts as a candle.

Han Fei couldn't help taking a breath, using Ye Mingzhu as a light? Really a luxury occasion!

Han Fei quickly retracted her gaze and followed the woman closely. She was trapped in this ghost place, and if she lost it, it would be a disaster!

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

"Here, here is where everyone rests."

Han Fei looked in the direction of the woman who was asleep in surprise, her back was cold and her scalp was numb.

In front of them, there are countless people.

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

However, the number of such people is endless, and at a glance, they will raise their heads and look in the same direction.

These corpses were in a half-kneeling posture, with one hand clenching a fist against the chest, while the head was raised high. This posture seemed very familiar to Han Fei.

This... isn't it the unique posture between them?

Han Fei was a little stunned, and even the originally terrifying atmosphere disappeared a lot.

"They are all believers. The believers sacrificed their lives and souls and called the sons of the Holy Spirit to save the common people."

Han Fei turned her head, looked at the woman blankly, and suddenly said, "How many believers' lives have been spent summoning... the son of the Holy God."

"The number is endless."

Han Fei remained silent, so many lives were buried, just to take the emptiness and invisible shadow of the son of the holy god?

"I am waiting here, and finally I am waiting for you, and you will surely 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 looked at the women, and suddenly felt that they were a little sad. After waiting for so long, she waited for such a counterfeit by mistake.

"Here I am, and I have accumulated sacrifices, and I ask the Son of the Holy Spirit to accept it."

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

Han Fei squinted, somewhat shocked.

I saw a pile of gold mountains and silver mountains inside. Jewelry and gold were piled up like hills, and the light was shining from Jinshan Yinshan, and beside the gold and silver treasures, there were also large red-painted boxes. , The box is sealed, but there is nothing in sight.

Intuition tells Han Fei that she is going to get rich again.

The woman turned around and took a ring from her hand. The ring was inconspicuous, as if it were made of bronze. Wearing it on her thumb, she would never notice such an ugly appearance. Ring.

"Mian, please accept my people!"

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

Han Fei drew her gaze from Jinshan Yinshan and looked at the ring. She seemed to feel a sense of familiarity wandering in her heart, which made her involuntarily pick up the ring.

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 was no longer suitable.

"This is the symbol of the believers' faith. Under the crown, please lead the believers to save the common people!"

Han Fei suddenly felt that these people were more powerful than she thought. For a belief, countless lives can be sacrificed. I really don't know if it means loyalty or stupidity, but... at this moment, she has no way to refuse such a heavy entrustment.