I Have a City in a Different World

When the earth was shrouded in darkness, the prisoners of war who had been busy all day finally heard the bell of the end of work.

"Line up to hand in tools, if anyone dares to hide them, they will be hanged!"

The corpse cultivator in charge of the overseer had a stern look on his face. Perhaps it was due to the lack of vitality absorbed. This guy's appearance was very grim.

Although his body was covered in oil stains, and even his clothes were dyed so fancy, he didn't care, he just kept waving the whip in his hand and lashing the slow-moving prisoners of war.

If someone dares to resist, then the whip will be whipped harder, and the stronger the resistance, the harder it will be whipped.

With the support of the holy dragon city cultivator behind them, how can these bastards be able to turn the world upside down?

There are many overseers like him in the mine, and they are all selected from prisoners of war with outstanding performance. The better they perform, the more rewards they will get. Holy Dragon City has never been stingy in this regard.

Even during the meeting, the monks in charge of the prisoners of war in Holy Dragon City promised that as long as they were loyal enough, they would have the opportunity to leave the corpse world, even if they brought their family members.

For the aborigines in the corpse world, there is nothing more exciting than this reward. You must know that because of the invasion of death, the corpse creatures have been tortured since birth. If they can get rid of this pain forever, Then they are willing to pay any price.

With rich incentives and incentives, these overseers are quite active, and they look like they are fighting for their lives.

The prisoners of war hated and envied this situation, but they didn't know how many people wanted to replace it.

"These bastards, what's so arrogant, don't fall into Lao Tzu's hands in the future, or I will definitely make them regret being born!"

After receiving two whips because of his sluggishness, the robust prisoner of war scolded and scolded, but he did not dare to continue the confrontation. The previous painful lessons told him that this approach was quite irrational.

"Be patient, as long as you can survive, it's not better than anything else!"

The prisoner of war named Old Wu sighed and comforted his companions, and the two followed the crowd to the ridged wooden house where they rested.

Back at the resting place, the two of them each received another portion of food. After three or two meals, they got into the wooden house full of filth.

It didn't take long,

There were snoring sounds, and the prisoners of war who had been busy all day fell asleep one after another. Even if some people couldn't sleep, they could only lie on the ground, otherwise they might be shot and killed by patrolling drones as long as they left the room.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the middle of the night, and there was only snoring and babbling in the wood-panelled room.

A figure sat up quietly from the ground, he glanced at the sturdy prisoner who was snoring like thunder, and stood up silently.

A ray of light from the wooden house shone on the face of the shadow, it was the old Wu, a prisoner of war who was bullied from time to time with the strong prisoner.

It's just that at this time, he doesn't have the usual timid color, and the turbid eyes are full of light, like a hungry wolf who chooses people to eat.

He raised his palm and waved it lightly, and saw a piece of dust rise from Lao Wu's hand, and then saw the dust spread out like a living thing, and instantly filled the entire wooden house, with the breathing of the prisoners of war drilling. into the nasal cavity.

Originally, some prisoners of war who seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, snored loudly immediately after inhaling the dust. As for the sleeping prisoners, they slept more deeply, fearing that the lightning and thunder could not wake them up.

After confirming that these guys couldn't wake up in a short period of time, Old Wu slowly walked to the door of the wooden house and opened the door silently.

At the same time as walking out of the door, a beam of light swept across the door of the wooden room, but there was no object there.

The dazzling light moved to the side, and a figure slowly appeared on the rough wooden door. It looked exactly the same color as the wooden board. From the front, it was absolutely impossible to find his existence.

After leaving the wooden door, the color of Lao Wu's body began to change again, this time it was navy blue, and the outline of the body's edges spread out like smoke.

Walking in the dark night in this form, as long as you don't pay special attention, you can't find his trace at all.

Of course, this kind of discovery is only aimed at the naked eye, but for the Holy Dragon City, which has all kinds of reconnaissance and defense equipment, trying to escape from the mine under the cover of the night is tantamount to a dream.

At the highest point of the mine, there is a building similar to a tall tower, which monitors the entire mine at all times. As long as any suspicious target appears, it will immediately cause a piercing alarm.

Lao Wu has been staying in the mine for a while, and he has already figured out the defense deployment here, and he has also found a way to avoid these detection methods.

Without haste, he took out a special cloak and put it on. Lao Wu's figure immediately disappeared from the monitoring equipment, and he himself walked slowly to the place where the monks lived in the Holy Dragon City.

Ten minutes later, Lao Wu stopped at the door of a wooden house, stretched out his finger and picked the door lock, and the latch inside suddenly retracted.

Entering the room quietly, Old Wu put away a set of battle armor on the table, and slowly exited the room.

Half an hour later, Lao Wu, who was wearing the Sacred Dragon City-style battle armor, appeared at the entrance of the plane passage. After looking around, he quietly hid in the corner again.

After waiting silently for about two hours, more than a dozen cars drove out of the building and went straight to the plane passage.

After waiting for a long time, Old Wu quickly jumped into the last car, got into the cab like a ghost, knocked out the monk Loucheng who was in charge of driving the car, and then drove the car to continue.

At the same time, Old Wu also threw a mass of mucus on the unconscious driver's face. After more than ten seconds, the solidified mucus was sucked by him and covered his face at the same time.

At this moment, Lao Wu's appearance is exactly the same as that of the unconscious driver, and even his body shape has become very similar. At first glance, it is impossible to find any abnormality.

Immediately afterwards, Old Wu put the cloak over the driver's body, which not only covered his body, but also shielded the detection of the instrument.

The convoy continued to drive. Although the movements at the beginning were a little unfamiliar, it only took a dozen seconds for Old Wu to become skilled and follow closely behind the convoy.

It didn't take long for the convoy to arrive at the entrance of the plane passage and undergo a comprehensive inspection.

Although the storage equipment in the Holy Dragon City has become popular, some items cannot be transported by the storage equipment at all, such as special animals and some plants that will die when they enter the storage space.

These items can only be transported by car, and similar transport work has not stopped since the invasion of the corpse world. For the researchers in Holy Dragon City, any item from another world is of great value, and they will never miss any opportunity to obtain similar items.

With the sound of "diDi", the entire fleet was scanned by the instrument from top to bottom, including the driver's identity information was also displayed at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the two monks from Saint Dragon City checked the cab of the car, and then nodded to their companions not far away.

"No problem, let go!"

A cultivator of Shenglongcheng removed the roadblock, and the convoy started to move forward. Old Wu, who was at the back, tucked the comatose driver's arm under the cloak, and started the car to continue driving.

"Loucheng World, I'm here again!"

Old Wu looked at the plane passage ahead, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.