Wang Hui saw it very clearly, and the golden light was clearly a personal figure.

They are young and old, men and women. There are old ones who are dozens of years old, and there are even small ones that look like babies. Some of them were dressed in rags, some were dressed in military uniforms, and some were dressed in coats that were common during the Republic of China, which showed the difference in their occupations.

The only thing they had in common was that when they passed Wang Hui, they would all nod at Wang Hui with a look of gratitude, and then they would pass through the gate of the exchange and rush towards the dark clouds opposite, some of them were bare-handed, some were holding brooms, some were holding a large knife, and some were even carrying modern rifles!

"You... You guys..."

Wang Hui looked at their attire, especially those wearing military coats. The shining red star on their hats, the blue sky and the white sun, combined with the group of men and women at the beginning, he suddenly understood what kind of people it was, so he couldn't ask the words "Who are you?"

People with golden light kept emerging from the altar of the exchange, and gradually they were no longer limited to that era, some of them followed the flag of "Ming", some followed the flag of "Song", some followed the flag of "Han", and even some were "Yan", "Huang", and "Chi".

"Why?" Wang Hui looked at this golden light, and tears slipped unconsciously.

"What's why. We will bear this karma for you. Behind him, tall, golden, indistinguishable figures suddenly appeared, and one of them put his hand on his shoulder and said so.

After the figure finished speaking, he drew the long sword beside him: "Big man, kill with me!" ”

Then another indistinct golden figure moved out from behind him: "Disciple of the Tang Dynasty, kill with me!" ”

"Disciple of the Yue Family, kill with me!"

"Da Ming son, kill with me!"

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As many fierce souls approached Wang Hui, as many golden lights corresponded to kill the fierce spirits.

Even if no one explained, Wang Hui understood that this was the ancestors and ancestors of the Chinese dynasties, and even the people of this world who would suffer from that war in the future, and the people of other worlds who had suffered from that war came to help him.

This ghost war, soldier against soldier, general against general, man against man, woman against woman, child against child, and even baby against baby. It was in such a duel that the battle ended quickly.

And after the end, those people who radiated golden light did not return to the altar of the exchange again, but disappeared into this world.

Wang Hui looked at all this, didn't care that Nameless might still be looking for him outside, and hurriedly walked to the second basement floor of the exchange.

This time, instead of being afraid, he approached the altar without hesitation.

The altar was still the same, white light and black light reflected each other, but at this time, the two lights seemed to have different wills, and they were intertwined like mortal enemies.

Wang Hui looked at all this, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have an answer to what the altar, or the exchange, was.

"It turns out that the exchange is a projection of the human will? Because it is a complex animal like humans, there are black that represents evil and white that represents good. Because human beings are such complex animals, if they are a group, their wishes are even more black and white. ”

"No, it's not. It's not a human being, it's just a Chinese country. Otherwise, they, as white concrete wills, would not be able to suppress the will of the entire human race. For while my actions are good for the nation, they are not necessarily good for mankind. And those human beings who were transformed by golden light were the wishes they formed at that time when they hoped that someone could return blood for blood and avenge them, and some even hoped to be destroyed before the Dongying climate became a climate. ”

"They are not people, but the embodiment of the expectations of those people when they live."

"So, after I fulfilled their wishes, these avatars automatically appeared to protect me..."

After saying this, Wang Hui suddenly sat down in silence, and his mood became heavy again.

"I'm so sorry. This is when your wishes are fulfilled. ”

After figuring out what the essence of the exchange was, Wang Hui was not very happy, and what was immersed in his mind was still more of the people who no longer existed, because Wang Hui fulfilled their wish and protected him.

"The branch of the exchange, what Boss Luo divided, is it actually the wish and will of all the Chinese? Hehe. Wang Hui thought that Boss Luo was still collecting accounts with Heaven, if the essence of the exchange was what he thought, then naturally this situation did not exist.

Therefore, the only possibility is that the ontology of the exchange is still a collection of wishes of the entire human race on the earth, but what Boss Luo gave him is a collection of wishes that belong to the Chinese alone.

"Then what I saw, the so-called bald head in the underworld, is not Jizo, but only something I imagined? The reason for the formation is because of illusory fear? Wang Hui said flatly.

Jizo?

Gods and Buddhas?

If there really is a god and Buddha in this Chinese land, how can he see his followers suffering? How can he bear the destruction of his temple?

Inexistent.

Huaxia is the history of the Chinese people themselves. Maybe they really existed, or maybe they were able to actually use the existence of the exchange, but they have long since disappeared or left.

And the so-called Jizo may really be just Wang Hui's own fantasy, after all, the exchange is an existence that can realize fantasy, and it also exists because of fantasy.

Jizo, what's impossible to exist because of the fantasy of the exchange boss?

(To prove if this is really what I think, it's easy to take a trip to the underworld.) ）

At this time, the white light and black light of the exchange altar also struggled to a fever pitch, and it was obvious that Wang Hui's slaughter of a nation was an act of good and evil and evil, and it was not only the expectation of some people, nor the expectation of some people.

But they suddenly blended together, and the altar was twisted together because of the fusion of black and white, forming a Tai Chi pattern!

As Wang Hui's idea of "going to the underworld" surged, this black-and-white Tai Chi altar suddenly went directly to Wang Hui's chest!

Even with Wang Hui's current reaction speed, he still didn't have time to react, and it wasn't until the Tai Chi altar melted into his chest, forming a Tai Chi pattern on his chest, that he didn't have time to tear off his clothes and look at it.

And with the integration of this altar, Wang Hui only felt a sense of "omnipotent".

And at the moment when Wang Hui merged into the altar, Boss Luo, who was far away and didn't know which plane he was in, suddenly smiled, and the maid beside him also smiled: "What's wrong?" Laughing so happily? ”