I Have a City in a Different World

After the monster turned into a corpse, it quickly decomposed into a pile of mud, exuding a foul smell.

It looks familiar, the green mud on the deck should be this kind of thing.

This slime-turned monster can devour its victim and make it part of its own body.

Although the monster was eliminated, these unfortunate monks who were swallowed up had no chance of resurrection.

Tang Zhen could see that the threads of fate on these monks had all been cut off.

In this case, they don't even have the qualifications to play monsters, and they can't die anymore.

After crossing the monster's corpse, Tang Zhen continued on his way.

A locked iron door appeared in front of him, and countless threads of fate floated out from it.

So even though it was extremely quiet, Tang Zhen could still be sure that there were a group of monks hidden inside.

It's just that there is a lock on their iron door, and there is no rust on the surface.

This is a new lock, Tang Zhen had seen it before, it was carried on the back of a boy begging for food.

Seeing this lock, Tang Zhen knew the cause and effect. Obviously, there were a bunch of stingy guys locked in the house.

Can't say they did it wrong, but the rules are the rules, and the price for breaking is punishment.

When Tang Zhen appeared, there were several pairs of eyes behind the iron gate, watching his every move with extreme vigilance.

The monks were too frightened, for fear that Tang Zhen who appeared in front of them would be a terrifying monster.

Quietly observing and not touching each other may be the most correct choice.

Tang Zhen was too lazy to pay attention to these guys who were dying, but still suspicious, and instead focused on the lock.

Compared with the monks and monsters controlled by the thread of fate, this lock is indeed special, because it is not affected by any rules at all.

When you use brute force, you can't do anything to it at all, you can only open it with a key.

This shows one thing, if no one is willing to help and open the lock with a key, the gang of guys in the house will surely die.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhen raised his head to look at the iron gate again, facing the pair of vigilant and cautious eyes.

He suspects that until now, these self-righteous guys have not realized how dangerous their situation is.

Otherwise, what they have to do is to ask for help as soon as they see Tang Zhen.

It's a pity that they didn't do it, it means that they missed the last chance.

"Good luck to you, bunch of idiots."

Tang Zhen said in a light tone, then turned around and continued to move forward.

Not long after he walked out, he heard a call from the iron gate behind him.

After Tang Zhen left, these guys suddenly had thoughts of regret, and then tried to get his help.

It's a pity that this approach is destined to be a waste of effort. Too many monks have died in Ziguang World, and they are not inferior at all.

Besides their life and death, what does it have to do with Tang Zhen?

But in the blink of an eye, Tang Zhen met a group of acquaintances.

The old man and his group of disciples were gathering in the hall, sitting silently on the chairs.

There was a mess around, I don't know what happened, and there was a bloody smell in the air.

Several bronze oars were thrown on the ground at will, and even broken.

On this giant ship, similar flavors are everywhere, only fresher here.

After seeing Tang Zhen, the old man and his disciple turned their heads at the same time, their eyes cold and strange.

But in an instant, their faces were filled with smiles.

"Your Excellency, you are out!"

The old man said to Tang Zhen, stood up at the same time, and took the initiative to approach him.

As for his disciples, they were all smiles, as if they had seen the kindest companions.

They completely forgot how they scolded and scolded before, wishing to swallow Tang Zhen and other cultivators.

As the old man and his apprentice approached, the bronze oar in Tang Zhen's hand suddenly waved out.

The cultivator closest to him was beheaded by the bronze oars, and his head fell to the ground.

The headless corpse was not affected in any way, and it still walked towards Tang Zhen. The head that fell to the ground still had a gloomy smile on it.

"Your Excellency, what are you doing?"

Seeing that his disciple was beheaded, the old man was indifferent, still looking at Tang Zhen with a smile on his face.

The distance between the two sides is already less than five meters.

As a result, at this moment, he saw Tang Zhen smile, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers gently.

The remaining ten disciples of the old man burst into pieces in an instant, like a pile of broken human-shaped balloons.

The smiling old man still kept his original smile, but in a rigid state.

The cruel and sarcastic eyes gradually turned into panic, staring at Tang Zhen in front of him.

"When did you see it?"

He asked Tang Zhen in a stiff tone.

"From the beginning."

Tang Zhen replied, and then continued to move forward.

The old man standing behind him struggled desperately a few times, and then burst into pieces in an instant.

This time Tang Zhen's direction has changed, because he is going to save people.

Strangers can be saved, but acquaintances are not included.

Following the guidance of the thread of fate, Tang Zhen walked all the way and saw another hall.

In this hall, there is a huge dining table with twelve chairs on both sides.

Twelve gigantic meat balls are sitting on these chairs, and the fat that flows down has wrapped the chairs.

But even so, they continued to reach out to grab the food that appeared in front of them, and then poured it into their mouths.

The other monks were starving to death, but the twelve monks in front of them had already eaten their bodies seriously deformed.

However, from their faces, there is no enjoyment at all, but full of pain and despair.

When Tang Zhen appeared, those cultivators who were eating frantically cast their eyes for help at the same time, hoping to help them get rid of their misery.

"It seems that your life is very good now, at least you don't have to worry about starvation."

Tang Zhen walked to the table, looked at the meat ball that kept swallowing food, and said with a smile.

"Your Excellency... help us... please..."

From the meatball's mouth, there was an intermittent voice, not because he didn't want to say it completely, but because it was blocked by the food that was constantly stuffed into his mouth.

The important thing is that this voice is exactly the same as the old man.

Tang Zhen naturally knew that the identities of the twelve meat balls in front of him were obviously the old man and his apprentices.

Although these unlucky guys were not starved, they were supported to death.

The food they devoured was clearly the remains of some unfortunate monks. After being torn apart by a group of monsters pretending to be old men, they appeared on the table inexplicably.

Then the remains of these monks became food for the old man and their apprentices, and after being digested rapidly, they turned into the terrifying appearance they are today.

"Okay, as you wish."

As soon as Tang Zhen finished speaking, the old man who was eating like a machine immediately stopped his mechanical movements.

The table in front of them collapsed suddenly, turning into a pile of fly ash and disappearing.

Twelve meat balls fell from the chairs, collapsed directly to the ground, and then vomited wildly.

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