I Have a City in a Different World

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The scene behind the bronze door shocked everyone.

Unexpectedly, there are so many survivors hidden in the ancient tombs of unknown ages in the depths of this underground!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.

The monks looked at each other with joyful expressions on their faces.

"It's strange, how come there are so many survivors here?"

Beard muttered in his heart, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and followed his companion down the steps.

The spacious cave is like a lively market. There are stalls on the rocks, selling all kinds of materials.

There are garbage from the cracks, various animals and plants living underground, and even treasure minerals needed by monks.

The surviving mortals and monks gathered in the same market and lived in harmony with each other.

Before disaster strikes, something like this cannot happen at all.

But the situation is different now, and the monks are no longer the same as in the past, relying on their own identity and not contacting mortals.

Without the support of ordinary people, these practitioners who are limited everywhere cannot survive.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, and misfortune and fortune depend on each other.

After seeing the beard and others, the stall owners said hello and sold their various products.

At this time, no one collects money, and most of them are bartering in exchange for what they need.

If there is energy crystallization, it is naturally better, but this is the real hard currency.

Bearded and others walked along the way, but also collected a lot of things, all of which are stored in the storage equipment.

Seeing someone trade, the monks are naturally eager to try, ready to exchange for something useful to themselves.

If you collect it by chance, you will definitely not be able to get the required items in a short time. This market solves the urgent needs of the monks.

The bearded man ignored the street vendors,

Instead, he looked up to find the little zombie who was leading the way, but found that the other party had long since disappeared.

"Something's wrong..."

The bearded man muttered in his heart, how come the other party didn't care about him after attracting him.

Do you trust outsiders like this, not afraid of your own misconduct?

But when I thought about it, it felt quite normal.

As long as the strong are in control, they are not afraid of anyone making trouble, and the end of death is a dead end.

But those who have experienced hardships and know how dangerous the outside world is, will never be foolish to cut off their way back.

While the bearded man was puzzled, he looked to the side subconsciously, wanting to see how Tang Zhen reacted.

I saw Tang Zhen smiled but glanced at the beard casually, but there was no response.

"What does it mean?"

The bearded man muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to ask questions, he could only keep his doubts in his heart.

Just as he was thinking about it, his companions were already trading, exchanging a batch of what he wanted.

Judging by the smile on his face, he should be very satisfied with this transaction.

The other companions are still watching, but looking at their appearance, they are also eager to try.

In the storage bag of the beard, there are some items, which are the spoils of killing the enemy.

Seeing the successful transaction of his companions, Beard no longer hesitated and prepared to exchange for some items.

Today's environment is special, and you must not be a miser. Instead, you must find ways to use materials to improve your strength.

Otherwise, if someone kills them, there is no point in accumulating more.

Beard thought of this, he was ready to open the storage bag and trade with those stall owners.

"Wait a minute..."

Tang Zhen's voice came from the bearded ears.

The bearded man, who was preparing to trade, couldn't help but froze for a moment, and subconsciously stopped the movements at hand.

When he turned his head to look at Tang Zhen again, his expression was still indifferent, as if he was not the one who just spoke.

After going through this series of changes, Beard has become very reliant on Tang Zhen, knowing that without him, it would be impossible to save him all the way.

When he felt an abnormality in danger, Beard's first reaction was to see what Tang Zhen's attitude was.

Beard secretly paid attention, knowing that Tang Zhen definitely meant something, and would never remind himself for no reason.

A lot of things can only be stopped at the end, if you can't comprehend it yourself, you can't blame others at all.

Just as Big Beard was observing the surroundings, his companions had already completed the transactions one after another.

Putting away what I wanted, with a satisfied expression on my face, I felt that it was indeed a worthwhile trip.

At this moment, the smell of food floated up, attracting the attention of Bearded and the others.

They followed the smell and saw a large tripod about three meters high on a platform in front of them.

There are monster patterns all over the cauldron, with a quaint atmosphere, and there are all kinds of weird characters.

When they passed the tomb passage, they had seen this kind of writing, but unfortunately no one recognized it at all.

This made the cultivators who had learned so much to blush secretly, for fear that others would ask them again.

Looking at the bottom of the big tripod, there is a circular pothole, and the roaring flames are constantly spewing out.

The scorching flames licked the bottom of the cauldron, and heat was rising from above, and the fragrance was emanating from here.

The taste is so delicious that it can be called the delicacy of the world, and it will make your mouth water when you smell it.

"What is this, how does it taste so delicious?"

The bearded companion said, his saliva could no longer be restrained, and his eyes stared straight ahead.

"My stomach is growling, I can't stand it because I'm hungry."

The monk next to him touched his stomach, and sure enough he made a "gugu" sound.

"Then why are you hesitating, hurry up and have a taste."

The cultivators agreed on their ideas, and they no longer hesitated at the moment, and rushed towards the cauldron.

At this moment, around the Ding, there are many diners of different ages, sitting on the surrounding high platforms, holding large bowls with strange shapes.

Beard and the others glanced at it, only to find that the material of the big bowl was actually made of human skulls.

The surface of the skull is embossed with patterns and inlaid with gold and silver, which looks noble and mysterious.

The material of the big bowl is a bit infiltrating, but to the monks, it is nothing at all.

Not to mention the corpses everywhere, just when the monks practiced, they often dealt with similar things.

A dignified cultivator, how can you be afraid of withered bones?

Looking at these human skull bowls, the whole body is full of antiques, and they are obviously old artifacts.

Previously in the hall, the remains of those sacrificed were holding similar bone bowls in their hands.

Obviously, when they were eating, the survivors lacked the corresponding utensils, so they borrowed them.

"Boss, quickly bring a bowl of hot soup to our brothers, speed up."

The bearded companion walked over and said to an old man with a long spoon in his hand and his waist hunched over.

The old man heard the words, but he didn't even look at the customer, he just pointed at the bronze jar next to him.

"If you want to drink soup, you must pay first."

The monk pouted and threw an energy spar, the size of which was only a fingernail.

"Just this spar, is it enough for us to drink enough?"

The old man nodded, and waving his long spoon, took out a large spoon of hot soup from the boiling big cauldron.

At the center of the bone handle of the large spoon, a dark iron chain was tied directly to the top of the cave.

When the old man is pouring soup, he does not need to lift it up, let alone worry about the spoon falling to the ground.

There were little guys, holding a lot of bone bowls, lined up on the rocks.

The old man manipulated the long spoon, and the soup was poured into the bone bowls like a thick ointment.

"Guest officer, please have some soup!"

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