I Have a City in a Different World

The rhythm of Tang Zhen's knocking can only be understood by monks in Loucheng. When they are in a special environment, they can use this method to communicate.

For monk Loucheng, once such a method is used, it is tantamount to being in a desperate situation.

Now that he is in a cage, his powerful cultivation has disappeared without a trace, so he can only use this method.

But anyone who has a little bit of spiritual consciousness and can communicate with each other through the air is more efficient than this primitive method.

The environment is like this, it is useless to be depressed and flustered, it is better to do what should be done quietly.

First of all, we need to confirm that in this strange environment, how many Loucheng monks exist?

If the monks in Loucheng heard the knocking sound, they would definitely respond, so as to realize the exchange of information.

Then use this communication method to find a solution to the problem.

Another purpose is to verify whether the scene in front of me is illusory?

If it was an illusion, Tang Zhen had his own way to distinguish it.

While he was tapping, there was one thing in his mind, that is, if there were really monks in Loucheng, what kind of rhythm should be used to respond correctly.

While he was thinking, there was also a knocking sound coming from outside, but the rhythm was completely different from what he thought.

Tang Zhen smiled slightly, confirming that he was not in the illusion

This is actually a detection method. The illusion will be simulated according to the thoughts of the people. If the response sound is as Tang Zhen thinks, it means that you are in an illusion at the moment.

A completely different rhythm, proving the authenticity of the world.

It is true that I lost all my cultivation and was trapped in a cage, and the monks in Loucheng had the same experience as me.

The percussion exchange between the two sides did not last too long, and a burst of heavy footsteps was heard.

A strong man with all kinds of weird decorations all over his body and a hideous mask came to the cage where Tang Zhen was.

Tang Zhen stopped knocking, and looked at the strong man silently through the solid fence.

"How dare you make trouble when you are about to die?"

While the strong man was speaking,

Walking slowly towards Tang Zhen, he took out an item from the long wooden sheath around his waist.

Like a chopped off octopus tentacles, the surface is covered with mucus, and there are sharp crescent-shaped barbs at the same time.

Just as he was approaching the cage, he slammed towards Tang Zhen fiercely.

Tang Zhen had been prepared for a long time, and he leaned back violently to avoid this attack.

"Do you still dare to hide?"

Tang Zhen was not hit with a whip, which made the strong man very annoyed, and rushed to the door of the cell aggressively.

He reached out and tried to grab the cage railing, but when he was about to touch it, he hesitated again.

"Ha ha……"

Tang Zhen, who was lying on the ground, suddenly let out a laugh, which was low but clear and piercing.

The brawny man who was hesitant at first grabbed the railing of the cage with his palm after hearing the laughter.

The railing instantly became soft, and the strong man walked in easily.

"See if I don't beat you to death!"

Angrily, he raised the long whip in his hand, and lashed towards Tang Zhen again, wishing to rip him in half.

But he didn't want Tang Zhen to raise his arms and face the whip with the shackles on his hands.

Covered with sharp barbs, the whip, like the tentacles of a living creature, just hit the shackles.

While the two sides were in contact, Tang Zhen smelled a fishy smell spreading from the wet and cold whip.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Zhen grabbed the wriggling whip with one hand, and slammed into the strong man with all his strength.

Because he was wearing shackles, Tang Zhen couldn't speed up and assist, but he still knocked the strong man upside down and flew out.

He staggered back a few steps and bumped against the railing.

Tang Zhen grabbed the whip and slammed it around the strong man's neck, wrapping it around in an instant.

Pulling down fiercely, the strong man let out a muffled groan, and blood continued to flow down his neck.

Tang Zhen's palm was full of wounds, but as if he didn't notice it, he swung the shackles and smashed the strong man's head.

"boom!"

This blow was solid and ruthless, causing the strong man to grunt and struggle to resist.

Tang Zhen was expressionless, just waving the shackles and hitting the strong man's head continuously.

The sturdy body of the strong man has become as soft as mud, and he is no longer able to resist.

Tang Zhen didn't stop, and still smashed expressionlessly until the other party was completely silent.

Tang Zhen straightened up slowly, trembling involuntarily, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead one after another.

It turned out that there was toxin on the whip, which could double the pain to an almost unbearable level.

Even someone like Tang Zhen, who doesn't change his face when he slashes with a knife or an axe, feels a little unbearable.

At this moment, Tang Zhen not only lost his cultivation, but also his physical senses became normal.

Obviously, the other party used this poison to punish those disobedient prisoners.

Fortunately, his strength was far superior to that of ordinary people, and his fighting consciousness was not erased, which allowed Tang Zhen to kill the strong man.

During the battle just now, the prisoners on the opposite side had been watching with cold eyes.

Tang Zhen won, but they remained expressionless, as if all this had nothing to do with them.

Including the man who resembled the monk Loucheng, who did not respond to Tang Zhen, but just stood in the dark and observed silently.

Slowly approaching the corpse, Tang Zhen began to grope slowly, touching the strong man's body.

There were not many items on the opponent's body, only some bottles containing some dried ointments and a black dagger.

Take off the mask, revealing a face full of colorful tattoos.

The most common ones are accessories, which are made of different shapes and materials, and are distributed in various parts of the body.

These ornaments represent the wealth of a strong man, but in Tang Zhen's eyes, they are worthless at all.

Grabbing the black dagger, Tang Zhen tried to pry open the shackles, but it didn't work at all.

Tang Zhen took his time, carefully observed the shackles and handcuffs, and found that they should be glued together by some kind of substance.

It's like glue, it can't be pulled apart at all.

Looking at the dried blood on the shackles, Tang Zhen thought for a while, and cut a wound on his leg with a knife.

The blood flowed out quickly, and Tang Zhen got it to the joint of the shackles, and quickly seeped into it.

After waiting for about ten seconds, Tang Zhen inserted the black dagger into the gap, and then pried it hard.

"Crack."

The originally tightly bonded shackles split in two and fell from Tang Zhen's ankle.

"Sure enough."

When Tang Zhen saw the shape of the torture tools, he remembered what he had seen and heard in the past, which was very similar to the situation in front of him.

Tried it out, and it worked really well.

The blood of the imprisoned is the key to unlock the shackles, which represents the virtue of good life and is willing to give the imprisoned a chance.

If you can discover the secret and open it, it means you can suffer less pain.

But it is just taking off the torture equipment, but it will not reduce or exempt the punishment.

If you can't find it, after death, the blood stains the instrument of torture, and it will also automatically break away.

After finding a way to release the shackles, the next thing became much easier, and the handcuffs were soon taken off.

Picking up the whip and the black dagger, Tang Zhen came to the railing of the cage and pushed it out forcefully.

The railing is as hard as rigid, and it doesn't move at all.

Recalling the scene he had seen before, Tang Zhen came to the strong man's body, grabbed his palm and looked at it intently.

Soon Tang Zhen's gaze fell on a ring, and he raised the black dagger to savagely attack everything.

Grabbing the blood-stained ring, Tang Zhen put it on his finger, and walked to the railing of the cage again

Reaching out and touching it lightly, the railing, which was originally as hard as rigid, instantly became like dough.

Pulling the soft railing aside, Tang Zhen stepped into the passage, and looked at the surrounding environment again.

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