Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

After listening to the Holy King's words, Chu Tian seemed to suddenly realize something.

The Holy King committed suicide, but it was the Wordless Heavenly Book that saved his life.

Could it be that the Holy King is Luo Qi who stole the book in the first place?

"Are you Luo Qi, the book thief?"

Chu Tian asked tentatively.

The Holy King looked at Chu Tian, ​​with a hint of smile in his bright eyes, and nodded towards Chu Tian.

The Wordless Heavenly Book was absorbed by Chu Tian, ​​and the Holy King's information was reduced to the level that Chu Tian could obtain.

So the next second, an information panel appeared in front of him.

"Name: Luo Qi

Affiliated force: Blood Continent Human Alliance

Identity: Book Stealer, Holy King of Holy Meeting

Strength: None”

"Detailed information: After committing suicide, he was saved by the power of the Wordless Heavenly Book, and later founded the Holy Society to secretly protect mankind and assassinate human traitors. According to system calculations, this person has survived for more than 10 million years."

Seeing the last words "live for more than 10 million years" given by the system, Chu Tian suddenly felt sad.

I watched my own tribe rise little by little, and then watched my tribe continue to be oppressed for ten million years.

He has experienced too many vicissitudes, and has seen too many hardships and oppressed human beings.

For these millions of years, he has been watching.

But his own power could not completely change all this.

Perhaps, for Luo Qi and the book thief, death is the real release.

"Chutian, can you promise me something?"

Luo Qi said in a trembling voice, leaning his back against the wall and his eyelids kept falling.

The Wordless Heavenly Book left his body, and the remaining power in his body began to flow away at an extremely fast speed.

But now, it is clear that there is not much power left.

"You said, I will try my best to do it."

Chu Tian held Luo Qi's hand, with a sad look in his eyes.

He has not admired many people in his life.

But the scrawny little old man in front of him became the first person he admired.

This man dedicated his whole life to the entire human race, and before he died, he was still thinking about the human race.

"I think, I want to ask you, if possible, to ask you to bring Mo Yue, my wife, her body back, and bury her with me, bury her together."

As Luo Qi spoke, his consciousness began to become a little unclear, and he would pause for a few words before speaking.

But fortunately, Chutian understood what he meant.

"I will bring your wife's body to you."

After receiving Chu Tian's affirmative reply, a smile appeared on Luo Qi's face.

"But, if you really can't find her, just forget it. I'll go down and look for her."

As Luo Qi spoke, his eyelids dropped.

After a few minutes, Luo Qi stopped moving and his body began to slowly become colder, but he always maintained this amiable smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring your wife's body back to you."

As Chu Tian spoke, he couldn't help but choked up. His eyes suddenly became extremely red, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

And the people in the holy gathering aside, although they didn't make a sound during the whole process, their faces were already filled with tears, and they all burst into tears.

After a long time, their tears dried up, and they wiped away the tears with their hands, turned to look at Chutian, and knelt down on one knee towards Chutian.

"We are willing to obey the Holy King's instructions."