"I... am already dead?" Zhao Hai muttered in disbelief, "Are you kidding me...?"
Before he could finish speaking, images flashed through his mind, finally settling on the scene of himself being starved to death and having his heart ripped out. His pupils suddenly contracted, his heart pounded, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He looked at his hands with trembling eyes, then frantically tore open his shirt to look at his heart. His strong pectoral muscles were exposed without a single scar, and inside, he could clearly feel a vibrant heart beating.
"I...I'm not dead?" Zhao Hai looked up in horror at Fang Xiu: "Captain! What's going on? Am I dead or not? Is this the underworld?"
Fang Xiu stared at him, his eyes deep and dark, and said calmly, "You are indeed dead, but I have brought you back to life."
Zhao Hai wanted to ask something more, but a voice filled with excitement and trembling interrupted him from not far away.
"The sea!"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhao Hai couldn't help but tremble. He turned his head and, with just one glance, firmly locked onto that familiar figure amidst the thousands of people.
It was an old woman with gray hair and wrinkles on her face. At this moment, she was in tears and could hardly stand. If it weren't for a young couple supporting her, she probably would have fallen to the ground.
Zhao Hai seemed to realize something as well, and a term ingrained in his genes uttered: "Mom!"
"Hey!"
Tears welled up in the old woman's eyes, and her previously unsteady body seemed to be supported by some force as she stood up again. Ignoring the crowded throng, she rushed frantically into the cemetery.
The soldiers did not stop them, because Fang Xiu had previously told them to claim the items.
The old woman had only taken two steps into the cemetery when Zhao Hai rushed over and helped his mother up.
"Mom, I remember now, I think I really did die once, I..."
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."
The scene erupted in uproar, and the whole world fell silent.
"Holy crap! It really came back to life!"
"Is it really him? Or is it a clone or a double?"
"Others can admit their mistakes, but can a mother admit her own child's mistake?"
"Could it be an actor they hired in advance?"
"An actor?? This demeanor, this expression, this movement, you're telling me this is an actor? This is instinct etched into their bones! It's maternal love!"
As everyone gasped in amazement, bang bang bang!
The sound of coffin lids cracking echoed continuously as one dead person after another emerged from the coffin.
The bereaved families outside the cemetery were overcome with emotion and broke down in tears.
"Jingyun! Is that you, Jingyun?"
"Let me in! That's my son!"
The deceased's family members went completely mad, rushing into the cemetery one by one.
Many people embraced and wept, and the once quiet cemetery instantly transformed into a large-scale family reunion scene.
Fang Xiu, standing to the side, silently watched everything unfold before him. At this moment, he could clearly feel a massive surge of faith power rushing towards him.
After being explained to their relatives, the deceased finally understood what had happened. They realized that they had died long ago, but had been resurrected by the prophet.
Thump, thump...
As the first person knelt before Fang Xiu, it triggered a chain reaction, with more and more people kneeling down, including the families of the deceased, who wept with joy and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Thank you, Captain Xie Fang, for saving my life!"
"Captain Fang, your great kindness and virtue will be forever unforgettable for our family."
As the power of faith increased, in Fang Xiu's vision, thin white lines surged forth from all directions in the sky, which were manifestations of the power of faith, but others could not see them.
The power of faith surged wildly into the Angelic Decree, which then erupted with dazzling light, brewing terrifying power within it.
It is conceivable that as time goes by and the power of faith increases, the moment the Holy Eye erupts will be earth-shattering.
Fang Xiu nodded to the kneeling crowd, then ignored them and turned to face the camera and the onlookers.
He calmly said, "Miracles will not only happen once. In the future, all those who have made outstanding contributions to the Xia Kingdom and can be buried in the Spirit Master Cemetery after death will have the right to be resurrected."
These words caused a global uproar. The live chat exploded with comments!
"Holy crap! The Spirit Master Cemetery has become a resurrection point?!"
"Wouldn't we never have to be afraid of dying again?"
"The prophet is awesome!"
"What about ordinary people? Why should only Spirit Masters be resurrected!"
"This is unfair! We should also have the right to be resurrected. Everyone should be equal!"
"Equality for all is the greatest inequality."
"The comment above is correct! Why should lazy people and hardworking people receive the same salary?"
Not only online, but also some onlookers at the scene had the same discussion.
Some impatient individuals even shouted, "Captain Fang, what if we can't get into the Spirit Master Cemetery? Do we ordinary people still have a chance?"
Fang Xiu calmly observed the crowd. He knew very well that many people would ask this question: "Since ancient times, it is not scarcity that is a cause for concern, but inequality."
"Everyone can become a Spirit Master. What you need to do is not ask me here, 'Is there still a chance?' Instead, ask yourselves, 'Why can't you become a Spirit Master? Is someone blocking you?'"
Unlike the poor and the rich, spirit masters don't need connections, resources, or background. It's the only profession that relies entirely on oneself. As long as you work hard enough, the door to becoming a spirit master is open to everyone.
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