I Have A City In An Alternate World



The cultivators only dared to speak after the boy left.

"That boy just now, was he dragging a bunch of locks?"

Some cultivators were puzzled and asked the crowd.

"That's right, it's a lock,"

As if he had thought of something, the cultivator's face revealed a trace of fear, but he also felt lucky.

"If I didn't give him food just now, would he have taken out a lock and locked the door?"

Another cultivator asked, but he already had an answer in his heart.

It was obvious that the boy's demand for food was a deal. If the cultivator was unwilling to part with the food, he would be locked in the room.

Perhaps the monster in the house had the same experience as them, but it was locked in the house by the boy because it could not bear to give up its food.

In the end, they would become monsters and be trapped in the house, unable to leave. When the inheritor opened the door, the monster would attack.

"This giant ship will definitely not carry only one group of passengers, and we will definitely not be the only ones who have the key.

If I'm not wrong, this boy will visit every room that has its door unlocked and has a cultivator hiding in it.

If you give him enough food, the boy will choose to leave. If you can't satisfy his request, the door will be locked!"

Tang Zhen softly said. His expression was a little grave.

This was obviously another test. If they couldn't pass it, they naturally wouldn't be qualified to leave the ship.

As expected, there were many twists and turns along the way, and if he was not careful, he could lose his life.

The worst part was that when the boy appeared, there was no useful hint at all.

Only when they got food and left satisfied could they see the lock that the child was dragging behind.

If they were unwilling to part with food and pay the fare, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Tang Zhen sensed that something was wrong, so he decisively gave out the food. However, the five cultivators thought that he knew the boy's Secret in advance.

It was precisely because of this reason that he was even more convinced of Tang Zhen.

In the following time, cultivators would pass by from time to time.

Judging from their appearance, they should be cultivators who had boarded the ship later, and they looked very careful.

Some cultivators discovered the house and tried to break it down. Some cultivators passed by directly and didn't notice anything unusual.

In addition to these cultivators, there were also many monsters that passed by the door from time to time.

The most unique feature of these monsters was that they could discover the presence of people in the house and find ways to open the door.

Fortunately, as long as they did not open the door, the monsters would not be able to enter. This allowed the cultivators to relax.

Time passed slowly. After an unknown amount of time, the cultivators in the room became very weak.

Their food reserves were all gone, so they had no choice but to eat the roasted meat that they had snatched from the monsters.

After they finished eating, Tang Zhen and the rest saw a long and thin ghostly figure suddenly appear in front of the door.

It just watched silently, unwilling to leave.

Perhaps there was a special connection between the food and the monsters. After a cultivator ate the food, they would be discovered by the ghostly monsters.

However, due to the existence of the metal door, even if the monster knew about it, it could not do anything.

After the last portion of food was finished, the cultivators began to wait in silence, leaving their lives to fate.

Tang Zhen sat at the entrance and sensed the surrounding environment. His respect for the creator of the purple light world grew.

He was indeed a great existence, to have created such a magical world that even he himself was helpless.

Tang Zhen felt that this trip was not in vain. If he could master such a technique, he would be able to easily deal with a deity-level opponent.

The most mysterious thing about the purple light world was that it was flawless on the surface and could be perfectly connected with the normal world.

Even Tang Zhen didn't notice the abnormality of purple light ruins, so he entered it.

After experiencing all sorts of strange things, in addition to his observations along the way, Tang Zhen gradually understood the true nature of the purple light world.

Compared to the confusion and uneasiness of the other cultivators, Tang Zhen, who was like a senior meditating, was currently enjoying himself.

Although he would still be troubled by hunger, he could rely on his strong will to prevent it from affecting his thinking.

Furthermore, he used a special perspective and followed the erratic laws to investigate the hidden secrets of the purple light world.

The purple light world in Tang Zhen's eyes was completely different.

Countless lines of fate were distributed in the surrounding space, intertwining with each other.

For example, the five cultivators in front of him had dense lines of fate on their bodies. They extended from their bodies and connected with other cultivators.

Most of the threads had extended to other places, and no one knew where they ended up.

If he wanted to resolve this predicament, he had to start with these Threads of Fate. Otherwise, he would only be able to passively endure the threads 'control.

However, as long as it involved rule force, one had to be careful, or else one might suffer a backlash.

Tang Zhen studied it for a long time before he found a few suspicious targets among the messy threads.

Because each thread had a slight difference, they were marked by Tang Zhen.

As long as he remembered the differences between the threads of fate and searched for them seriously, it would be much easier to operate them.

After the observation, Tang Zhen immediately began to take action.

The five cultivators in the same room were naturally the best test subjects. Of course, Tang Zhen would not inform them.

If the experiment was successful, the cultivators would be able to get out of this predicament and no longer suffer this kind of torture that made people collapse.

However, if he failed, he could only admit that he was unlucky.

The cultivator closest to Tang Zhen was like a pile of mud. If it wasn't for the occasional twitches, he would really be no different from a corpse.

Due to the invasion of extreme hunger, this cultivator was extremely weak and could only rely on his willpower to struggle.

Among the six of them, the cultivator would be the first to die of hunger.

Since that was the case, he would try his best.

Being able to see the string of fate meant that he could naturally control it. Under Tang Zhen's control, one of the strings of fate on his body was pulled off.

The function of this string of fate should be to control one's sense of taste. It wasn't of much use to the current Tang Zhen.

After the fate threads were cut, Tang Zhen immediately lost his sense of taste and only felt his mouth dry and numb.

However, all of his attention was on controlling the thread, which was floating directly above the cultivator's head.

&Nbsp; aiming at the locked string of fate, he gently cut it, immediately breaking it.

The half-dead cultivator suddenly opened his eyes and retched.

Looking at his appearance, it seemed like he was about to spit out his internal organs.

The other four cultivators were alarmed and looked over. Although they were full of doubts, they could do nothing.

"Wrong?"

Tang Zhen quietly shook his head. He looked for another thread and cut it once again.

The cultivator who was still vomiting suddenly raised his head and revealed an incredulous expression.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what had happened to him.

Then, his stomach swelled up like an inflated balloon, looking like a large leather ball.

The cultivator clutched his stomach with disbelief and groaned in pain.

my stomach is so full that it's about to explode, but I'm starving to death. Can someone tell me why? "

The cultivator roared in despair, his expression one of disbelief.