I Have a City in a Different World

In the quiet prison, short fighting sounds erupted, but it was over soon.

As soon as they met each other, the strong man was beheaded.

After getting rid of the guards, Tang Zhen didn't waste any time and began to skillfully dispose of the corpses.

After Tang Zhen's treatment, he retained the corresponding muscles and bones and was able to do more complicated things.

If Tang Zhen didn't take the initiative to reveal it, no one would find out that it was a set of painted skins.

The skin bag was quickly processed, and Tang Zhen put it on his body, just like wearing everyday clothes.

Take out the potion next to it, and apply it on the exposed skin, so that the loose skin can be tightened quickly.

Even if it is seen by a monk, it will definitely not be able to find the abnormality.

Not only is there no flaw in appearance, even the breathing, heartbeat and blood flow have become the same as this race.

As a top cultivator, Tang Zhen naturally knew how to disguise himself, and it was absolutely impossible for city residents to notice the abnormality.

After tidying up, Tang Zhen opened the door and walked out.

Because the speed of action is getting faster and faster, Fang Hao has enough time to do other things before the enemy comes in.

Just like before, Tang Zhen pushed open the cell railing, ignoring the prisoner's gaze to get the items.

The inside of the wall of this prison cell has been almost hollowed out by Tang Zhen, and a large number of items are stored.

Opening one of the bricks, Tang Zhen took out an item, and then turned to leave.

"what is this……?"

Suddenly a voice came, dry and numb.

In this quiet space, there was a sudden sound, which was indeed a very frightening thing.

Especially the engraved Tang Zhen, who is doing secret things, it is best not to let outsiders know.

Although the Fragmented World can be reset, Tang Zhen's things are an exception. Once a loss is suffered, it must be re-prepared with great effort.

Not only wasting a lot of time, it is likely to lead to accidents.

Tang Zhen didn't change his face, he followed the voice and looked back, and saw the prisoner staring at him.

He has entered this cell many times, and every time he bumps into this guy, but there is no communication between them.

It can be determined by observing the records that when a certain time is reached, the prisoners in the cell will disappear.

It was obvious that he had drained his soul and was completely absorbed by the Fragmented World.

The cell will be temporarily vacated, and then on a certain day, a new figure will appear again.

The soldiers didn't care about this situation.

The ancient creatures must have their own methods, catching food in a steady stream, and then sending it to the debris world for slow digestion.

According to this way of thinking, the fragmented world is the stomach of ancient creatures, and the prisoners are the food that is slowly digested.

There is no need to rush for a while, because no one can consume the ancient creatures in the competition of time and patience.

The prisoner suddenly spoke, which also made Tang Zhen realize that other prisoners might also be able to think.

Everything Tang Zhen did could also be seen by them.

However, in order to protect themselves and be able to persist for a longer time, they all chose to keep silent.

Peeping silently in the dark, waiting for the time to escape.

It's just that except for the Loucheng monk who had communicated with Tang Zhen, the other prisoners never responded.

This made Tang Zhen uncertain whether the facts were as he thought, and many people were secretly watching him perform.

Although there was an accident, Tang Zhen was found to be indifferent.

In the fragmented world, anything can happen, so there is no need to be too surprised.

Even if the previous actions have been seen by others, it will not affect Tang Zhen's plan.

Facing the prisoner's question, Tang Zhen gave a straightforward answer.

"A bomb with considerable power."

After Tang Zhen finished speaking, he was about to step away.

"Give me this thing, maybe it will be useful..."

The prisoner continued to speak, even begging for it directly.

"Give you?"

Tang Zhen chuckled, and offered to help, hiding the bomb at the prisoner's waist.

"As long as you pull the rope, you can explode after five breaths, and the radius of 30 meters is the killing range."

Tang Zhen briefly introduced, took another copy, hid it on his body and walked out of the cell.

His time is limited, otherwise he would really like to have a chat with the other party, and maybe there will be unexpected gains.

Soon the door of the cell was opened, and menacing soldiers rushed in, driving the prisoners to the altar.

Tang Zhen leaned against the door, looked at the prisoner with the bomb, and followed the team with a blank expression.

Even after seeing Tang Zhen, the other party didn't respond at all, as if there was no communication between the two parties.

But Tang Zhen knew that this prisoner was different from others.

Just like what happened in the past, the prisoners were driven to the altar, waiting to be cut off to please the gods.

The residents around the square fell to the ground one after another, repeating the scene of poisoned death.

They screamed and wailed, but they didn't know that in the past reincarnation days, they had been poisoned to death many times.

It's just that nothing is as important as the sacrifice. Even though the square below is in chaos, everything is going on as usual.

However, for some prisoners, their eyes became a little erratic, and they were no longer as numb as they used to be.

They could see that this large-scale poisoning phenomenon was definitely done deliberately.

At first, it was only here and there, but now it has become more and more. This situation is obviously abnormal.

Apparently, someone was operating secretly, causing a terrible poisoning incident, and using the rules of reincarnation to make it worse.

The reincarnation of such a fragmented world will not change at all without being disturbed.

Now someone is deliberately operating, which led to the accident.

But as long as there is a slight possibility, the monks will not stand still, and now may be a good opportunity.

More and more prisoners are preparing secretly, trying to use this opportunity to escape.

However, there are still many prisoners who still maintain a numb posture, seemingly indifferent to the changes around them.

In their memory, more serious scenes than this have appeared, representing better opportunities, but in the end they still ended up in failure.

It is definitely not as easy as imagined to escape from the Fragmented World, otherwise there would not be so many monks giving up in despair.

Just when the residents in the square were in a mess and the soldiers in charge of offering sacrifices kept falling, another sudden change occurred.

A prisoner broke free from the shackles, and rushed to the top of the tower along the high stairs.

The prisoners could all guess that the vortex at the top of the tower might be the key to escape from the Fragmented World.

But it is quite difficult to get close to the tower and destroy the vortex.

It is simply impossible to fight against monks and gods with the power of mortals.

Ordinary people can't understand this kind of hardship, but these prisoners are very clear, because they are the gods in the mortal population.

But in a blink of an eye, the prisoner had already rushed up the circular base platform and rushed to the bottom entrance of the tower.

The real difficulty has been revealed to the prisoners.

Just below the entrance of this high tower, a group of fully armed monks are in charge of guarding. In the whole city, only the red-robed priests are eligible to enter.

This is a holy place in the city, and outsiders are not allowed to approach it easily, so as not to desecrate the great gods.

Seeing the prisoner rushing, those monks immediately raised their weapons, trying to kill this daring sacrifice.

No one is allowed to approach the tower, neither the sacrificed prisoners nor the residents of the city.

The short hair shot out like lightning, but it didn't kill the prisoner, but was easily dodged by the opponent.

Although the prisoner's strength is gone, his experience is still there. It's not surprising that he can avoid the attacks of low-level monks.

But he didn't know that such behavior angered those monks and made them feel ashamed.

"Go to hell!"

Accompanied by the roars of the monks, attacks came out one after another, and one after another was thrown out.

The prisoner was shot in the chest by the short spear, but continued to charge forward with a grinning grin, and at the same time ignited the bomb hidden in his waist.

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