As soon as this said, all the villagers under the white fog smiled. Although they were under great pressure and became inexplicably nervous, no one believed that a ball of white fog could bring them any substantial harm.

But just as the villagers' discussions and disdainful laughter slowly echoed, everyone was stunned at the same time, and incredible that the white mist in the sky, which was surging after a swell of surging, turned out to be like kneading dough, completely changed. It was no longer a human face, but a huge palm that was wide and thick.[]

At this moment, the giant white palm suddenly pressed down, and a loud "boom!" sounded suddenly and suddenly arose. As the entire ground shook, a large area of ​​smoke and dust appeared in the sky, like thick fog, covering the surroundings. At the same time, an extremely powerful pressure suddenly appeared and came to everyone's hearts.

The villagers didn't know what was going on, they all felt stuffy in their chests, difficulty breathing, heavy heads and light feet, and pale faces. However, even so, they didn't feel anything scary, and they still didn't feel any fear in their hearts.

But when the thick smoke and dust around gradually dissipated and the white mist in the sky that had already turned into a palm-shaped shape turned into a human face again, the villagers discovered what had changed at the position of the palm that had just been completely formed by the white mist.

There was originally a small hut there. Although it was simple, there were still a few people living there. But the hut that the villagers remembered was gone, and the only thing that was left there was a handprint. A giant handprint that was larger than the hut in both width and length.

The inside of the palm print is pitch black, and you can't tell at a glance how deep it is, and you can only see a bottomless darkness.

These villagers are just ordinary people. Although some elderly people in the village have rich knowledge and have left Meteor Village when they were young, the farthest place they went is just a small town in the north of the village. It is larger than Meteor Village, with a larger population than Meteor Village, and its prosperity is far more than several times higher than Meteor Village.

But even so, it is just a small town where ordinary people live. Not to mention a powerful sacred land like Wuqi who has reached the strength of tens of millions of people, even a junior practitioner who has just entered the cultivator, there is not one in the entire small town, let alone a villager of Meteor Village.

In fact, compared with the battle with Balk, Wuqi's palm just now was not as fast or powerful as it was. He smashed a small house with one palm and left palm prints on the ground. He did not consume much energy at all, and only used 20% of the force.

But this ordinary palm made all the villagers who witnessed this scene with their own eyes feel at the same time, as if the palm just now was not done by human power, but God, a extraordinary act that was only achieved by legend that God who had been forgotten by people for many years in a long time ago.

I'm not right? Such a deep and so big palm print was something that was suddenly left in the moment just now?

House! Such a big house, it was actually... and it was completely gone with just one palm. What was the white mist just now? Could it be the god I mentioned before Grandpa died?

No! Didn’t the people in the city say that the gods had disappeared from this world long ago? So what I see now? No! Maybe we and the people in the city have made a mistake. The gods that the old people often mentioned really exist. Otherwise, how can we explain such a large palm print?

"God! This... this must be God! It's not wrong! The myths told by the old people are absolutely true! God did not abandon us and left us. God is still alive and is right by our side."

A few seconds later, someone seemed to suddenly understand something, and suddenly raised his head and said "thump" to the white mist that was still floating in the sky, and knelt on the ground, and worshiped him devoutly. Immediately, many villagers fell to the ground "thump" and "thump" and worshiped him together.

The time is not long, just a few seconds. Whether you believe, don’t believe, or half-doubted, you will kneel on the ground with a "thump" and close your eyes and pray silently. Of course, not everyone believes in God without doubt. The reason why many people kneel down and learn from others to pray is not out of sincerity, but have other intentions.

God! Please give me ten thousand taels of gold! I really don’t want to stay in this remote village anymore!

God! If you are really God! Please give me a young, beautiful and good-looking girl to be my wife. None of the girls in the village are perfect. Please give me a perfect woman!

God! I don’t have high demands, I just want you to give me supreme magic power to make me as powerful as you. In this way, when I have no money, I can rob you as much as I want, and when I have no women, I can rob you without restraint. I can have whatever I want. If I want to be a village chief, I will be a village chief, and if I want to die, I will die.

God! My wish is that simple. Please share my magic power, even if it is just a little bit!

Such prayers are everywhere, occupying the mainstream of all prayers. However, villagers with such shameless ideas understand their face and image. No one dares to speak directly to Bai Wu and tell what they think in their hearts. These people are like those villagers who sincerely pray for God's blessing and pray for peace with their loved ones, silently talking to themselves in their hearts.

Wuqi couldn't see the reactions of the villagers or the voices of the villagers, but he could hear the footsteps of the villagers. After he had a palm, no villagers walked around. His face suddenly looked extremely ugly, reflected in the sky, and Bai Wu's expression turned into anger.

At this time, a sharp-eyed villager noticed this, suddenly spoke, pointed to the sky nervously, and said, "No! I'm angry!"

As soon as this said, all the villagers were still worshiping each other, and they thought that the white mist in the sky would change shape and turn into a palm and press it down. The villagers were so scared that their faces turned pale. They couldn't help but scream, and they all made a cry for mercy, shouting loudly: "Give up your life! All-powerful God! Please calm down and forgive our sins!"

This time, due to the large number of speakers, the loud voices and the wide range of transmission, Wuqi finally heard the echoes coming from afar. He couldn't help but feel happy and couldn't help laughing. However, Wuqi finally held it back. Moreover, not only did he hold it back, but he didn't let the expression appear on the white fog.

The next moment, Wuqi took a deep breath, deliberately silenced his face, and then he spoke again, in the tone of an adult teaching the child a lesson, and said, "The opportunity is right in front of you, I have given you it. There are still thirty seconds left. Those who are smart should know how to do it!"

As soon as this said, all the villagers under the white mist were stunned at the same time, but soon, everyone's eyes turned, as if they had discovered rare treasures, and their eyes were shiny to look at Xiaodie's home.

At this moment, the white mist in the sky suddenly surged, and with a loud thunder-like sound, the sound of the villagers was full of magical powers. The sacred white mist that seemed to have never appeared before, leaving no trace.

But the white fog disappeared, and the fear that the villagers had risen because of the white fog did not disappear. Moreover, not only did it not disappear, but it was even heavier. The white fog appeared so suddenly and left so strangely, which really made them feel relieved.

Many people even thought of Xiaodie at the moment when the white fog disappeared. Could it be that the Xiaodie mentioned in the gods had something to do with the gods?

As soon as he thought about this, although there was no answer to this question, the villagers no longer dared to hesitate. As long as they were doctors and knew a little medical skills, they all rushed to Xiaodie's home as if they had taken stimulants. Some people didn't even bother changing their clothes and wore pajamas, so they carried the medicine box and went out.

It took only fifteen seconds, and Xiaodie's house went from deserted to lively.

Although John did not know the reason for deliberately isolated his family because of Wuqi casting spells, he was very happy. When he saw the doctor he could not have invited before, all of them came all at once, and his little face, which was still teardrops, showed a happy smile in an instant.

"Please please in! Come in quickly! My sister is inside!"

After a while, the doctors, led by Little John, lined up to Xiaodie's room one after another, took Xiaodie's pulse and treated Xiaodie. Because Wuqi was lying beside Xiaodie, many people were surprised when they saw Wuqi. Why did there suddenly a stranger in this family?

But when they heard Wuqi's explanation, "My name is Wuqi. I passed by here a few days ago and fainted in the mountains and was brought back by Uncle McLee. Now that I am injured, I will stay for a few days. I hope everyone will not be surprised." Then, he nodded with relief, and then stopped paying attention to Wuqi and focused all his attention on Xiaodie's condition.

After a long time, all the doctors came out of the ward, and little John watched them leave one after another. When the last doctor left the room, Wuqi suddenly asked: "Doctor, how is Xiaodie doing now? Why has her fever not gone away for so long?"

The doctor who was called by Wuqi was the oldest and most clinically experienced man in the village. His answer surprised Wuqi.

"Haha." The old man heard this, he just shook his head and smiled at first, looking very relaxed, but after a moment, his expression suddenly became solemn, frowned, and replied in a deep voice: "Xiaodie's fever cannot subside, now it is no longer the cause of the fever itself."

"Doctor, what do you mean? Could it be that Xiaodie has other diseases?"

"That's right."

"What does it mean? If you are sick, you are sick. If you are not sick, you are not sick. How can you still be considered?"

"Haha. Actually, my judgment may not be accurate. I can only say it is probably. Xiaodie has some disease."

"Okay. Then, what other disease did she have?"

"lovesickness."

"Ah!!!?" Hearing this, Wuqi was so scared that his heart beat faster. He saw sweat on his forehead. He was almost knocked off the bed with a "thump" answer from the other party.

Lovesickness? Is it because of me?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi's face suddenly became extremely exciting.


Chapter completed!