I have an eternal eye

The lower urban areas are filled with depression and dullness.

This is the inside of the base of the organ city, and the ground above is the middle city area, which is sealed by thick metal and rocks and cannot see the light of day.

The only light in the sky is a huge puppet shrine, which is the puppet god statue of Jiuzang City. It is used to collect the divine power of incense. Rolling steam gushes out from those giant mechanisms, making the strange and glowing statue look like the descending demon god.

The way the city collects the power of incense is cruel.

The people at the bottom must work and perform sacrifices regularly, otherwise they will not have enough food supply, and they will be no different from livestock raised in captivity.

This kind of incense divine power is naturally mixed and impure, and contains boundless resentment.

However, the upper levels of Guancheng didn't care at all.

Thousands of years of development have allowed them to figure out a way to deal with it. The resentment is filtered and used to cultivate cursed puppets, and the remaining incense power is only used to expand the divine domain.

Just like the characteristics of this world, dominated by mechanism puppetry, everything will become a cold mechanism.

Steam surges, so the lower city is dark and damp.

The roar of various organs was deafening.

People who have just arrived here will feel restless. But if you listen to it for a long time, you will become numb, like a walking zombie.

Here, most of the population of Guanhua City is concentrated, living in small bluestone buildings. The streets are bustling with people, and only those with extraordinary qualifications, who have been screened and entered the Yanjia Sect can escape this suffocating area.

The absence of sunlight all year round, coupled with the darkness and humidity, has caused mold to flourish and diseases to flourish.

Even though the temple regularly sends puppets to remove the mold and healers are stationed, disease outbreaks often occur.

Fortunately, for countless years, people in lower-class urban areas have adapted to this environment and have developed a certain degree of resistance. However, almost everyone suffers from skin diseases caused by mold and moisture.

On the streets, sewage flowed across the street, and the stench was overwhelming. Under the dim lights of the shops on both sides, almost all the people passing by had pustules on their bodies, like ghosts from hell.

"Get away!"

Yang Xiong shouted angrily, his face full of disgust.

He absolutely hated this place.

It was precisely because of this that he went from being high-spirited to the alcoholic, violent, cold-blooded and ruthless person he is today.

When the people around him saw him coming, they immediately fled.

In the past, Yang Xiong would have felt proud. Venting his anger in front of these pig-like things was his only pastime.

But now, he only felt disgusted.

Because he had hope of leaving.

Transfer to Zhongcheng District!

Even if it’s a bit hard and tiring,

Even if someone treats you like a dog,

You have to get out of this damn place!

Yang Xiong's heart felt hot when he thought of the bright sunshine, the sandalwood-scented air, and the clean and tidy streets in Zhongcheng.

He walked quickly and came to a building.

Compared with other places, this place is slightly cleaner. The lights are bright inside, and the aroma of wine and meat is wafting along with the moans of women. The big men at the door have fierce eyes. Although they are also covered in pustules, their physiques are much stronger.

On the plaque, the words "Drunken Dream Tower" were clearly written.

No matter how dirty the place is, there will be levels.

Although those monks who were sent to the lower city areas were down-and-out members of the sect, here they were regarded as high-ranking masters.

Most of them have no hope of going any further and just want to live comfortably and enjoy themselves for the rest of their lives.

"Drunken Dream Tower" was built for this purpose.

Drunk and dreaming of life and death, don't worry about anything.

Surrounding these monks are gangs, large and small, colluding with the district officials to serve the monks and at the same time exploit the people at the lower level.

In the Liang Dynasty, at least the superficial Confucian benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust were able to maintain the operation of the dynasty.

But in this world where monks have absolute power and the world is as cold as a machine, there has never been such a thing.

"Mr. Yang!"

Seeing Yang Xiong's arrival, the big men nodded and gathered around, their faces full of flattery.

"You haven't come for some time."

"We got a batch of good wine, from Zhongcheng..."

"Miss Yu has been waiting for you for several days..."

Looking at these guys, Yang Xiong felt inexplicably disgusted and said in a cold voice: "Get away, don't get close to me, let Big Head Li come to see me!"

After that, he walked straight into Zuimeng Tower.

He was familiar with the place. He said hello to the monks who were gambling with girls in their arms in the lobby, and then went straight to a room.

The room, with its light gauze curtains, was filled with the smell of cheap incense, but at least there was no mold, which was simply unimaginable in this lower-class city.

"Mr. Yang, have you forgotten me?"

A scantily clad woman hurriedly came over.

This woman has a gorgeous face, revealing clothes, and various sexy tattoos on her body.

Although he is a vulgar person, he has no cultivation level in the lower city. It takes a lot of resources to maintain this intact skin.

By winning over the wealthy man Yang Xiong, these women can live longer and not be thrown out of Zuimeng Tower due to skin diseases.

The consequences of that would be tragic. First, he would become a plaything of the lower-level gang, and then he would contract a disease, and he might die in some smelly ditch.

"Hahaha…"

There was hope, and Yang Xiong was in a good mood. Without saying a word, he pressed the woman on the bed and made a fuss.

Outside the door, a fat man with a big head and big ears was smiling, listening to the sound of the bed board inside, waiting patiently.

This is Li Gun, the owner of Zuimenglou. He was nicknamed Li Big Head because he contracted an illness when he was young and had a huge head. He is also the leader of the Bloody Hand, the largest gang in the area.

After a while, Yang Xiong opened the door, drove the woman out, and then said coldly: "Come in."

Cold sweat broke out on Li Gun's forehead. He carefully closed the door after entering, and then stood aside as if he was forced to stand. He said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Yang, if you have any orders, just tell me."

Yang Xiong didn't say anything, just poured himself a glass of wine and drank it. When Li Gong's legs began to tremble, he said coldly: "There is something I need you to do personally..."

After talking about the Mouse Gang, Yang Xiong's face began to turn ferocious, "Remember, this matter must not be known to others. If the news leaks out and ruins my affairs, I will make you into a puppet and use you as a urinal for the rest of your life." !”

"Yes! Yes! Don't worry, Mr. Yang!"

Li Datou nodded quickly.

He didn't know what grudge the Mouse Gang had against Yang Xiong, but he had never seen the other party speak in such a tone.

After threatening him, Yang Xiong moved directly to Zuimenglou.

He has decided to watch these guys personally and never leave until he finds someone.

Soon, Li Datou personally led a group of people out.

The lower city has a complicated environment and a large number of people. Even if there are puppets from the temple traveling around, there are countless secret and dark things going on.

Although the people at the bottom do not know how to practice the Yanjia Sect, various strange methods are also spread secretly. For thousands of years, there have been ways to avoid the detection of puppets.

As the largest gang in the area, the Blood Hands are naturally familiar with these shadowy areas.

Click!

The big men split open the wooden door of a secret passage, and rushed in fiercely. They saw that it was dark and damp inside, and the pale corpses were covered with various mushrooms.

This is the "germ room".

The mold growing everywhere, coupled with the imported witch doctor skills, allowed the development of special industries here.

These mushrooms can not only make people indulge in hallucinations, but also treat diseases and relieve painful skin pustules.

Li Datou carried the person in charge into the room and tortured him before leaving.

The person in charge, whose face was covered with blood, was filled with resentment. He watched the group leave before turning around and entering a secret room.

Above the secret room, there was a statue of a god.

The statue is wrapped in black robes and its face cannot be seen clearly. It holds a bone staff and wears a series of skull necklaces around its neck.

The person in charge knelt down and prayed devoutly.

This is an object he got by chance. Legend has it that it is a witch god, but there is also a theory that it is a mysterious force called the Black Curse Mountain.

His method of cultivating corpse bacteria was to worship this thing and learn about it from dreams, so he started to make a fortune.

Now, he is inexplicably thirsty for power.

As the worship was performed, the eyes of the statue glowed red, and the person in charge also became confused and fell into a sluggish state...

…

"ah--!"

Accompanied by screams, several disheveled men were beaten to pieces by the big men of the Blood Hand Gang.

This is a hall, and a group of people are watching from a distance. Although their eyes are filled with sadness and anger, they are too timid to step forward.

Li Datou drank tea and watched all this indifferently.

This is a force called the Rebirth Cult.

In this hellish lower city, everyone lives in numbness, some are addicted to corpse bacteria, and some gather together to seek solace through self-deceptive gatherings.

The teachings of the Rebirth Religion are very simple. Although you suffer in this life, as long as you maintain peace of mind, you will be rich in the next life.

Here, all sources of information are the most well-informed, and the operation of the Rebirth Cult depends entirely on the sale of information.

Of course, they do not worship secular gods, and they can numb the people, which is why Shanzitang turns a blind eye.

Finally, someone couldn't bear to see the miserable condition of his companions and said in a trembling voice: "Stop fighting, the Mouse Gang has been destroyed long ago, but I know an old man whose ancestors were from the Mouse Gang, and he even boasted about it to me."

"What?!"

Li Datou was immediately overjoyed and dragged the man away and hurried away.

After they left, everyone in the hall was silent.

What kind of peace of mind has been destroyed at this moment? They can't even deceive themselves.

"All past lives are false, and this world is not real."

At this moment, a man in black robe slowly walked out, looked at the crowd, pointed at the sky, and said with a face full of sorrow and anger: "All the evil results come from the upper echelons of the Yanjia Sect. If we want peace, we can only overthrow them!"

"To put it lightly!"

Some people sneered and mocked: "It's better to die than to live. There have been so many riots in Xiacheng District for thousands of years. This time we can succeed. If you want to die, don't bring everyone with you!"

The man in black robe smiled slightly and pointed outside.

Boom!

A puppet flew in immediately, and slowly knelt down in front of the man in black robes amid the panicked eyes of everyone.

The man in black robe said calmly: "I have a method to subdue the puppets. As long as everyone works together to perform sacrifices, the entire city will be our weapon."

Everyone was in disbelief, but looking at the puppet kneeling on the ground, more and more people knelt on the ground with wild eyes.

"Please sir, give me this wonderful method."

They didn't realize that an inexplicable emotion had begun to spread, and even the most cowardly people had madness in their eyes.

The man in black robe slowly opened his hood, with a fox-like smile on his face, "Don't worry, this is what you deserve..."

…

"Snapped!"

With a loud slap in the face, an old man was slapped on the head by Li Da and rolled to the ground. He kowtowed to Yang Xiong and wailed: "Uncle, uncle, please spare my life."

He said with a mournful face: "My little ancestor is indeed a member of the Mouse Gang, and he also knows many passages. When he was young, he wanted to use this secret to steal in Zhongcheng District, but after walking around for a long time, those places have been sealed!"

Yang Xiong's eyes were filled with uncertainty. After a while, he said with a ferocious look on his face: "Fart, you should say that the Mouse Gang has resurrected and secretly opened a way..."