"Later?" Huang Lao was stunned, not understanding what Wang Sancai meant: "What are you referring to?"

Wang Sancai quickly lowered his head and pinched his forehead, raised his head and said, "I mean, after all the dead people were not brought to you, they were saved by you? Then they all turned into vegetatives?"

When he heard this, Mr. Huang shook his head and took a deep breath, looking particularly tired.

"Old Huang, you're tired after saying so much, so take a break." Huang Tian saw it and hurriedly told him: "I'll say the rest."

"Whether or not, the patriarch knows the rest of the matter." Old Huang murmured, and then sat back on the chair.

Huang Tian winked at Huang Erqi. Huang Erqi saw it and immediately ran to pour a glass of water and handed it to Huang Lao.

"Thank you very much." Mr. Huang took the water cup and started siping.

Wang Sancai looked at Huang Tian's nervous eyes and understood it very well. He didn't know how much friendship this Huang Lao and Huang Tian had, but he understood that judging from his age, he seemed to die of old age at any time. Huang Tian was nervous if Huang Lao died, his son would die with Huang Lao.

Seeing that Mr. Huang was fine, Huang Tian looked at Wang Sancai: "Sorry."

"I understand, Prime Minister, please tell me." Wang Sancai just nodded.

Huang Tian did not hesitate anymore, sighed and said, "Wang Sancai, when I learned that Shikun was resurrected from the dead, in addition to being happy, it was the same as your thoughts. I believe you were thinking just now that if all the corpses could be brought back to life, it would be a matter that would subvert the past."

"Not bad." Wang Sancai just nodded, but his heart was much more fluctuating than when he said this.

If anyone who died abnormally could be resurrected, what would happen? Wang Sancai didn't even dare to think about it.

"Because of this idea, I found a dead prisoner who was beheaded. At that time, his body had been separated. After being executed, he would be thrown into a mass grave according to the regulations of the kingdom. As the prime minister, it was easy to get a body."

Huang Tianyouyou said, "For the purpose of protecting Shikun, I asked my man to transport his body to a very remote place after beheading the death row prisoner, and then took Huang Lao to go with him. However, the first time we failed, the operation steps were all the same, but he did not come back to life, so we felt that it was probably because of the incompleteness of the body. Then, we went directly to the mass grave, because of the war. There were many unclaimed corpses there, and there were all kinds of corpses. We searched for nearly an hour and finally found a corpse that had been cut off from the throat."

"Then it wasn't saved either?" Wang Sancai interrupted.

Huang Tian nodded, took a deep breath, and exhaled, "Old Huang is experienced and can easily judge that the corpse died no more than two days, many days earlier than when Shikun was sent. Later, we thought it might be because of the tiled house we are in now, so we gritted our teeth and brought the corpse here. And put him in Shikun's position, exactly the same as before, and it was no different."

"What's the result?" Wang Sancai only felt his heart beating faster and faster.

Huang Tian shook his head quietly, remained silent for a moment, and said, "The gods only loved Shikun from beginning to end. Since then, we have made many examples, but none of them have succeeded."

Wang Sancai was speechless. If you want to say that this is a coincidence? Can there be a coincidence that can resurrect the dead?

"Probably, the gods of your clan will only favor your clan members." Wang Sancai could only convince himself like this.

However, Huang Tian shook his head again: "I also thought that it was during the war now, and there were many dead soldiers in my Huang family, but all the experiments they performed on them failed."

Wang Sancai felt aroused in his heart and immediately spoke: "Huang Shikun is different from them. He is the eldest son of you, the leader, and the heir of the future Huang family. Perhaps it is because of this that the gods appear."

"Maybe." Huang Tian obviously couldn't explain this matter, so he could only say an uncertain word.

Wang Sancai suddenly frowned and said, "But, since God has resurrected your eldest son, why...resurrected him incompletely?...I mean, why should he continue to live in the form of a 'vegetative'?"

"I don't know." Huang Tian had already looked at Huang Shikun and shook his head gently and said, "Maybe God has God's plans."

"Oh, I remembered it, patriarch." Huang Lao suddenly interrupted, "Class Chief, I don't know if it's my hallucination. I once was in a dream..."

"In my dream, I dreamed that the gods sent a dream to tell you that the reason why Shikun was not completely resurrected is because he died too long before resurrection?" Huang Tian looked at the old man kindly: "Old Huang, you have told me several times."

Mr. Huang was stunned and patted his forehead hard: "Sorry, the patriarch, the old man is old and his memory is not good."

"Dream?" Wang Sancai curled his lips and looked at him disdainful, but the next moment, he denied the whole story just now.

Since God can resurrect a dead man who has been dead for many days and his neck has been broken, why can't he send a dream to sacrifice?

If you explain this, it is indeed reasonable.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Wang Sancai suddenly jumped and asked, "Old Huang, have there been any examples like this in history today?"

Mr. Huang answered very affirmatively: "Yes!"

Wang Sancai was shocked immediately!

But Mr. Huang said next: "The history is very long, so long that there is no way to study it. No one knows whether those were made up. Anyway, before saving the eldest young master, I always sneer at those stories."

"So what now? Do you believe those stories?" Wang Sancai asked.

Mr. Huang's answer was much more cautious: "As a sacrificial, I shouldn't be too rational, but I am a rational person because I have no evidence to prove that the things that happened before were true, nor can I prove whether those stories were passed down just to comfort people's hearts, even now."

Wang Sancai nodded thoughtfully and asked again: "So, how long ago did the story of the resurrection of the dead happen that is closest to now?

Mr. Huang shook his head: "I can't confirm."

Hearing this answer, although Wang Sancai was a little disappointed, he was not discouraged. Even a hint of excitement was faintly revealed in his heart!

Since Huang Shikun has been saved by God for many days after he died, does Zhuang Yan also have hope of being saved? Don’t forget that Zhuang Su is the guardian god of the kingdom. His relationship with the gods must be very close. Even if he is not close, he must at least be closer than the sacrificial priest Huang Lao in front of him, right? So, if you continue to think like this, do you... have hope of seeing Zhuang Yan again?

When Wang Sancai thought of this, his heart suddenly became hot and he instantly became full of hope for his future life.

But then, the thoughts that followed were accompanied by hope, hit Wang Sancai hard in the heart like a heavy hammer!

Didn’t I be arrested just because I “killed” Zhuang Yan?

I am now a prisoner, Zhou Ning’s prisoner!

In an instant, Wang Sancai returned to reality from the fantasy world.
Chapter completed!