I Have A City In An Alternate World



After the monster turned into a corpse, it quickly disintegrated into a pile of mud, emitting a foul smell.

It looked familiar. The green mud on the deck should be this thing.

The monsters that were formed from this mud could devour the victims and make them part of their bodies.

Although the monsters had been killed, the unlucky cultivators who had been devoured had no chance of resurrecting.

Tang Zhen could see that the strings of fate on these cultivators had been completely cut off.

Under such circumstances, they didn't even have the right to act as monsters. They were already dead.

Tang Zhen continued to move forward after crossing the monster's corpse.

A locked iron door appeared in front of him, and countless fate threads floated out from inside.

Therefore, even though it was extremely quiet, Tang Zhen could still be sure that a group of cultivators was hidden inside.

However, there was a lock hanging on their iron gate, and there was no rust on the surface.

This was a new lock. Tang Zhen had seen it before. It was being carried on the back of a boy who was begging for food.

Seeing this lock, Tang Zhen knew the cause and effect. It was obvious that there was a group of stingy people locked in the house.

It couldn't be said that they did anything wrong, but rules were rules, and the price of breaking them was punishment.

When Tang Zhen appeared, there were immediately a few pairs of eyes behind the metal door. They stared at his every move with extreme vigilance.

The cultivators had suffered too much shock. They were afraid that Tang Zhen, who had appeared in front of them, would be a terrifying monster.

Observing each other quietly and not coming into contact with each other might be the best choice.

tang zhen was too lazy to care about these people who were still suspicious even though they were about to die. instead, he placed his attention on the lock.

Compared to the cultivators and monsters controlled by the threads of fate, this lock was indeed special, because it was not affected by any rules at all.

When you use brute force to destroy it, it will not affect it at all. Only the key can open it.

This meant that if no one was willing to help and used the key to open the lock, the group of people in the house would die without a doubt.

Tang Zhen once again raised his head and looked at the metal door when he thought of this. He met the pairs of vigilant and cautious eyes.

He suspected that up until now, this group of self-righteous people had not realized how dangerous their situation was.

Otherwise, the first thing they would do was to think of all ways to ask for help the moment they saw Tang Zhen.

It was a pity that they didn't do it, which was equivalent to missing their last chance.

"Good luck, you bunch of idiots."

Tang Zhen said in a faint tone. After which, he turned around and continued to move forward.

He didn't walk far before he heard a call from behind the Iron door.

After Tang Zhen left, this group of people suddenly felt regret and tried to get his help.

It was a pity that this method was destined to be a waste of effort. Too many cultivators had died in the purple light world. It did not make a difference to the few of them.

Moreover, what did their life and death have to do with Tang Zhen?

However, in the blink of an eye, Tang Zhen had met a group of familiar faces.

The old man and his group of disciples were gathered in the hall, sitting on the chairs silently.

The surroundings were in a mess. No one knew what had happened, but the air was filled with the smell of blood.

A few bronze oars were thrown on the ground, and some were broken.

On this ship, similar smells could be found everywhere, but the smell here was fresher.

When they saw Tang Zhen, the old man and his disciple turned their heads at the same time. Their eyes were cold and strange.

In the blink of an eye, their faces were filled with smiles.

"Your Excellency, you're out!"

The old man said to Tang Zhen. At the same time, he stood up and took the initiative to approach him.

As for his disciples, they were all smiling as if they had just seen their closest friends.

They had completely forgotten how they had cursed and wanted to swallow Tang Zhen and the other cultivators alive.

While the old man and his disciple were approaching, the bronze oars in Tang Zhen's hands were suddenly waved.

The cultivator closest to him was beheaded by the bronze oar. His head fell to the ground.

The headless corpse was not affected in the slightest. It actually continued to walk towards Tang Zhen. The head that had fallen to the ground actually still had a sinister smile on it.

"Your Excellency, what are you doing?"

The old man was actually unmoved when he saw his own disciple being killed. He was still looking at Tang Zhen with a face full of smiles.

The distance between the two sides was less than five meters.

In the end, he saw Tang Zhen reveal a smile at this moment. He extended his hand and gently snapped his fingers.

The remaining ten disciples of the old man exploded like a bunch of human-shaped balloons.

The smiling old man still maintained his original smile, but it was in a rigid state.

His eyes that were hiding cruelty and ridicule gradually turned into fear as he stared at Tang Zhen in front of him.

"You, when did you see through it?"

He used a stiff tone to ask Tang Zhen.

"From the very beginning."

Tang Zhen replied. After which, he continued to move forward.

The old man standing behind him struggled for a few moments before exploding into pieces.

This time around, Tang Zhen's direction of advancement had already changed. This was because he was prepared to save someone.

He could choose not to save a stranger, but not a familiar person.

Following the guidance of the string of fate, Tang Zhen walked forward and saw another Hall.

In the hall, there was a huge dining table with Twelve Chairs on both sides.

12 huge meatballs were sitting on these chairs, and the fat that flowed down had already wrapped up the chairs.

But even so, they still kept reaching out to grab the food that appeared in front of them and then poured it into their mouths.

The other cultivators were starving to death, but the twelve cultivators in front of them had already eaten so much that their bodies were severely deformed.

However, there was no enjoyment on their faces. Instead, they were filled with pain and despair.

When Tang Zhen appeared, the cultivators who were feasting crazily looked at him for help, hoping that he could help them get out of this sea of suffering.

now it seems that you guys are Living a Good Life. At least you don't have to worry about going hungry.

Tang Zhen walked to the front of the table, looked at the meatball that was continuously swallowing food, and said with a smile.

"Sir, please help us! Please!!!"

From the meatball's mouth came intermittent sounds. It wasn't that it didn't want to finish speaking, but it was blocked by the food that was constantly stuffed into its mouth.

The important thing was that this voice was exactly the same as the old man's.

Tang Zhen was naturally clear about the identity of the twelve meatballs in front of him. They were clearly the old man and his disciple.

This group of unlucky guys, although they were not hungry, they were stuffed to death.

The food they devoured was clearly the remains of some unlucky cultivators. After being torn apart by a group of monsters pretending to be old men, they inexplicably appeared on the table.

Then, the remains of these cultivators became food for the old man and their disciples. After being rapidly digested, they became what they were today.

"Alright, as you wish."

Tang Zhen's voice had just sounded when the old man, who was originally feasting like a machine, immediately stopped his machine-like actions.

The table in front of them collapsed and turned into a pile of dust.

The 12 meatballs that fell from their chairs immediately fell to the ground, and vomited like crazy.