As soon as these words came out, all the villagers under the white mist laughed. Although the pressure in their hearts was huge, and their hearts were inexplicably nervous, none of them believed that a cloud of white mist could bring them any substantial harm.

But just as the villagers' voices of discussion and disdain slowly echoed, everyone was stunned at the same time, and they couldn't believe that the white mist in the shape of a human face above the sky had changed completely as if kneading dough after a surge, and it was no longer a human face, but a wide and thick giant palm.

At this moment, the white giant palm suddenly pressed down, only to hear a loud "boom!" suddenly rose up, and the entire ground shook, and suddenly a large cloud of smoke and dust rose from the sky, like a thick fog, enveloping all the surroundings at once. At the same time, there was also an incomparably powerful coercion that suddenly appeared and descended on everyone's hearts.

The villagers didn't know what was happening in the road, they only felt tightness in their chests, difficulty breathing, lightheadedness, and paleness. However, even so, they did not feel anything terrible, and there was still no fear in their hearts.

But when the incomparably thick smoke and dust around him gradually dissipated, and the white mist in the sky, which had turned into the shape of a palm, turned into a human face again, the villagers realized how the position of the palm that was completely formed by the white mist just now had changed.

There was originally a small hut there, although it was simple, but there were still a few people living there. But at this moment, the cottage in the villagers' impression is gone, and the only thing left there is only a handprint. A giant mudra that is larger than the hut in both width and length.

The inside of the palm print is pitch black, and at first glance it is impossible to see how deep it is, only a bottomless darkness.

These villagers are just ordinary people, although there are some old people in the village who are knowledgeable and have been out of Meteor Village when they were young, but the farthest place they go is only a small town in the north of the village. It is larger than Meteor Village, has a larger population than Meteor Village, and is far more prosperous than Meteor Village.

But Rao is so, it is just a small city where ordinary people live. Not to mention a Sacred Domain powerhouse like Wuqi whose strength has reached tens of millions of people, even if it is a junior cultivator who has just stepped into cultivation, there is not a single one in the entire small city, let alone the villagers of Meteor Village.

In fact, compared to the original battle with Balke, Wuqi's palm just now was not strong in terms of speed or power. Knocking down a hut with one palm, leaving a palm print on the ground, it didn't consume much energy at all, and only used two percent of the strength.

But it was this ordinary palm, but in an instant, all the villagers who witnessed this scene gave birth to a feeling at the same time, as if the palm just now was not done by man, but by God, and it was an extraordinary act that can only be done by the gods who have been forgotten for many years a long, long time ago.

This...... I'm not mistaken, right? Such a deep, and such a large palm print, was suddenly left in a moment ago?

Such a big house, it is ...... It was just a palm, and it was completely gone. What was that white mist just now? Could it be the gods that my grandfather kept mentioning before he died?

Didn't the people in the city say that the gods had long since disappeared from this world? So what do I see now? No! Maybe we and the people in the city are mistaken. The gods that the old people often mentioned in their mouths really existed. Otherwise, how can such a large palm print be explained?...,

"Oh God......! This must be God! It can't be wrong! The myths and stories told by the old people are absolutely true! God has not abandoned us and left us, God is still alive and there is us around. ”

A few seconds later, as if someone suddenly understood something, he suddenly raised his head to the white mist that was still floating in the sky, "poof", knelt on the ground, and worshiped sincerely.

It didn't take long, just a few seconds, whether they believed it or not, or they were half-convinced, they all knelt on the ground with a "poof", closed their eyes and prayed silently. Of course, not everyone has a firm belief in God, and the reason why many people fall on their knees and pray like everyone else is not out of sincerity, but because they have other intentions.

God, please give me ten thousand taels of gold! I don't want to stay in this little village in the middle of nowhere!

God, if you really are God, please give me a young, beautiful, and well-built girl to be my wife. None of the girls in the village are perfect, so please give me a perfect woman!

God, I don't ask for much, I just ask you to give me supreme magic power, so that I can become as powerful as you are, so that when I have no money, I can rob as I want, and when I don't have a woman, I can prostitute unscrupulously, I can have whatever I want, I can be the village chief if I want to be the village chief, and I can let whoever I want die.

God, my wish is as simple as that, please give me a little mana, even if it's just a little bit enough!

Prayers like these abound, and they dominate all prayers. However, the villagers with such shameless thoughts also know their own faces and images, and none of them dare to directly say what they think to Bai Wu, these people are like those villagers who sincerely pray for the blessing of the gods and sincerely pray for the safety of their relatives, and they silently talk to themselves in their hearts.

Wuqi couldn't see the reactions of the villagers, nor could he hear the voices of the villagers, but he could hear the footsteps of the villagers. As soon as he slapped his palm, not a single villager moved, and his face was suddenly extremely ugly, reflected in the sky, and Bai Mist's expression turned into anger.

At this time, a sharp-eyed villager noticed this, suddenly spoke, pointed to the sky nervously, and said, "Oh no! God is angry!"

As soon as these words came out, all the villagers who were still worshipping were startled at the same time, and thought that the white mist above the sky was about to change its form again, turning into the shape of a palm and pressing it with one palm, and the villagers were so frightened that their faces turned white, and they couldn't help but cry out in unison, and they all let out a cry for mercy, and shouted loudly: "Spare your life! God Almighty, please calm your anger and forgive us our sins!"

This time, due to the large number of people who spoke, and because of the loud voice and wide spread, Wuqi finally heard an echo from afar. His heart suddenly couldn't help but rejoice, and he couldn't help laughing, but in the end, Wuqi held back. Moreover, not only did he hold back, but he didn't let this expression show on the white mist.

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

All the villagers under the white fog are stunned at the same time, but their eyes soon turn to Fluttershy's home as if they had discovered a treasure.

At this moment, the white mist in the sky suddenly surged, with a loud thunderous sound in the sky, after the sound of "boom", all the villagers had a great power in their hearts, and the sacred white mist like a god disappeared immediately, as if it had never appeared, and there was no trace left. ...,

But the white fog disappeared, but the fear that rose in the hearts of the villagers because of the white fog did not disappear. Moreover, instead of disappearing, it became heavier, and the white mist appeared so suddenly, and the departure was so weird, it really reassured them.

Many people even think of Fluttershy the moment the white fog disappears. Could it be that the gods have something to do with Fluttershy?

As soon as they thought about it, there was no answer to this question, but the villagers no longer dared to hesitate, as long as they were doctors, as long as they knew a little bit of medical skills, they all rushed to Fluttershy's house as if they had taken stimulants, and some of them didn't even bother to change their clothes, and they were still wearing pajamas, so they went out with the medicine kit on their backs.

It didn't take long, fifteen seconds, and Fluttershy's front of her house went from deserted to bustling.

Although John didn't know the reason for deliberately isolating his home because of the strange spell, he was very happy, and when he saw that the doctors he couldn't invite before, all of them came at once, and his little face with tears showed a happy smile in an instant.

"Come inside, please, everyone, come in! My sister is inside!"

Moments later, the doctors, led by John Jr., line up to Fluttershy's room one by one to take Fluttershy's pulse and see Fluttershy's doctor. Since Wuqi is lying next to Fluttershy, many people are surprised when they see Wuqi, when they suddenly have a stranger in the family.

But when they heard Wuqi's explanation, "My name is Wuqi." Passing by here a few days ago, I happened to pass out in the mountains and was brought back by Uncle McClair. Now that I am injured, I will stay for a few days. I hope you don't get offended. He nodded in relief, and then, no longer paying attention to Fluttershy's condition.

After a long time, all the doctors came out of the room, and little John watched them go one by one. As the last doctor leaves the room, Wuqi suddenly asks, "Doctor, how is Fluttershy doing?"

The doctor who was stopped by Wuqi was the oldest and most experienced old man in the village, and his answer surprised Wuqi.

"Huh. When the old man heard this, he just shook his head and smiled at first, looking very relaxed, but after a while, his expression suddenly became solemn, his brow furrowed, and he replied in a deep voice, "Fluttershy's fever doesn't go away, and it's not the fever itself anymore." ”

"Doctor, what do you mean by that? Could it be that Fluttershy has other illnesses?"

"Sort of. ”

"What do you mean by being sick, being sick is being sick, not being sick is not sick, how can it still be counted?"

"Huh. Actually, my judgment is not necessarily accurate, but it can only be said to be approximate. Presumably Fluttershy has some kind of illness. ”

"Okay. So what kind of illness does she have?"

"Lovesickness. ”

"Ah!!?" Hearing this, Wuqi was suddenly frightened and his heart beat faster, his forehead was sweaty, and he was almost hit by the other party's answer with a "poof" sound, and fell directly off the bed.

Is it because of me?

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