The corners of Qianxi's mouth hooked up a smile, and she jumped over the three-meter-high iron door of the church with a slight leap, and landed steadily in front of the church door in one go.

The ancient church door was printed with intricate patterns, and Qianxi stretched out her hand to push open the dusty church door for a long time.

The once sacred church is now covered in cobwebs and dust, and the moldy pews are messy and collapsed to the ground. Beams of light shine through holes in the roof, making it look like the scene of a horror movie.

Qianxi walked into the church, and the system prompted.

"Master, the entrance to the basement is just under the chair on the left."

Qianxi curled the corners of her lips and walked over to remove the chair and open the entrance to the basement.

A thick musty smell wafted out, along with the sound of squeaky rats.

It has not been set foot in for hundreds of years, and it has become a nest for spiders and mice.

Qianxi walked into the basement with a flashlight.

The basement is large, and the secret passages are like a labyrinth, confusing the pace of visitors.

Following the system's instructions, Qianxi walked to the deepest room in the underground secret passage.

And the deeper you go, the colder you feel, and the fewer spiders and rats you get.

At the end of the passage, a rusty iron door was sealed by a huge iron lock.

"Master, open the door quickly." The system shouted impatiently.

Qianxi stretched out her hand and gently pinched it, and the iron lock weighing hundreds of catties was easily crushed by her, and the sound of the iron lock falling to the ground resounded throughout the secret passage.

The system is very calm, Qianxi has a special identity, and she has endless divine power.

Qianxi smiled and raised her eyebrows, turned the light of the flashlight to the lightest, and stepped into the iron door.

Inside the iron gate was an empty room, with a huge iron cross in the middle, and countless iron chains extended from the darkness, gathering like a swarm of snakes under the cross.

Under the cross, there was a young man wrapped in dense iron chains.

The boy is like a water lotus flower imprisoned in the dark, holy and flawless, gorgeous and beautiful.

Qianxi froze instantly, why is he so good-looking?

The young man's empty eyes were open, and he remained motionless, as if he had been in this dark world for thousands of years.

He was the undead demon who had been suppressed by the church under the church.

Once this church belonged to a mysterious church that had imprisoned him in order to obtain the secret of eternal life from him. But until the church fell and the generations changed, the church did not receive the secret of eternal life from him.

A hundred years have passed, the church has disappeared into the long river of time, and he who was imprisoned in the basement of the church has been forgotten here forever.

Qianxi approached him and met his empty eyes.

"Who are you?" The young man's soulless eyes looked at Qianxi, his voice hoarse and ethereal.

For hundreds of years, he has been talking to himself and has not forgotten the skill of speaking.

Qianxi knelt down on one knee and did a medieval etiquette, looking at the boy gently.

"I am the one who hears your prayers and comes to heal you."

System: I'll give you full marks for this secondary two girl's answer.

Heal? Is it that he will always be like the gods praying sincerely, and he will die and become a normal person?

The boy closed his delicate lips, and the heartstrings that had been silent for a hundred years trembled gently because of the girl's words.

It's just that...

"You can't take me."

He was as desperate as a puppet, and there was no hope in his eyes.

He was bound with countless chains that no one could untie.

Qianxi stretched out her hand and grabbed the chain, and looked at the young man with a smile.

In the boy's desperate gaze, she grabbed the chain on the boy's body and stretched out her hand.

Countless chains were pulled off by her at once, and the broken chains flew in the air, forming a gorgeous and solemn picture, and then fell to the ground with a clatter.

And the young man under the cross, ghostly eyes looked at Qianxi in dismay.

Without the cover of iron chains, his bodyless body was displayed in front of Qianxi at a glance.

Qianxi: He's not wearing clothes, I've seen everything, defenseless!

The fake selling system couldn't help but roar: nonsense, it's been hundreds of years, and the fabric on the body has long since melted. Besides, you're so rude and defenseless, it's a male god, right?

Qianxi sucked in her nosebleed and applauded in her heart: This benefit is awesome!

System... What should I say? Let's give the male god a set of clothes for free.

So Qianxi put an extra piece of clothing in her hand behind her back, and she had to hand the clothes to the male god.