The people in the city are friendly, calm, peaceful,

As if deducing the peaceful and prosperous times,

But on the street, a scene of cannibalism is being staged,

This strong contrast between the front and back can't help but make people's hearts hairy, some backs chill, and feel a burst of horror and weirdness.

"Little brother, do you want a fresh basket of steamed buns? The owner of the bun shop looked at Fang Zheng and stopped in front of his stall, squeezed his eyebrows at Fang Zheng, and greeted him warmly.

At the same time, I also picked up a water scoop, scooped a scoop of boiling water from the pot, and added water to the pot under the steamer to prevent the water from boiling dry.

On the pot, a cage of crystal buns is steaming.

At this time, the owner of the porridge shop next to the steamed bun shop also stepped forward to solicit business.

"Little brother, this is rice porridge boiled from pure wild ginseng, a big supplement. ”

This has become a perfect tonic pill, Fang Zheng endured the discomfort in his stomach, and asked in surprise quietly: "Oh, what is a great tonic method?"

Fang Zheng didn't have to think about it to know that the wild ginseng in the mouth of the porridge shop owner was these mutilated bodies that were swallowed up by the chaos of time and space.

It's just that Fang Zheng is really resistant to this term.

The owner of the porridge shop smiled: "Little brother should know that there can't be two Zhang Yi Yi three in the world, only one Zhang San exists." ”

"This wild ginseng, because of the chaos of time and space, the outside world and the blessed land overlapped, overlapping areas, and this was accidentally swallowed in. ”

"Therefore, this wild ginseng has the power of the rules of the world. The outside world can't kill him, and the blessed land can't kill him, as long as the two worlds don't completely swallow up the other world, this Zhang San can never die, because the rules of the world are that there can only be one Zhang San in the world forever, and it is impossible to have one more, and it is impossible to have one less. ”

"This wild ginseng carries the power of the rules of the world, as long as we can regularly take the decoction boiled with wild ginseng day after day, we can imperceptibly obtain the power of the rules of the world, and finally escape from the blessed land. Even outside, we can be like these wild ginsengs, which cannot be killed. ”

"Do you say you want to make it up?"

The owner of the porridge shop rubbed his hands and smiled, enthusiastically introducing the miraculous effect of his perfect porridge.

But looking at the bun shop, the mutilated body in the porridge shop, Fang Zheng really couldn't hook the smile on the face of the porridge shop owner with enthusiasm.

It should be said that the hungry ghost is right.

All the people in this city are not living, but all ghosts.

They are all people who have always had their aura revived, entered the blessed land to hunt for treasures after the blessed land was opened, and finally fell and died in the blessed land. Because of the strong aura in the blessed land, or the restraint of the power of the rules, these people who have been dead for hundreds or thousands of years are all permanently left in the blessed land, and they cannot be reborn forever or step into reincarnation.

It's a brutal reality.

But since you want to plunder the blessed land, you must have the consciousness of being killed by the blessed land.

There is no blame for this.

Avenue has always been like this.

I don't pity you because you are pitiful, and thus bring injustice to others.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs!

And the outside world should not want to know some historical secrets and secrets through these people, which is absolutely impossible. Because, from the moment they died, these people were no longer the people of the past.

Because these people can only live forever and stay in the blessed land forever, their memories of the past have long been blurred. In layman's terms, a person who is locked up in a small dark room for seven days can still lose his mind and go crazy, let alone these people who have been trapped for an unknown number of years?

Even the cultivation is stagnant, and everything stays at the moment of death forever.

It's like the fact that the game's memory is re-saved and read.

In the past few days, Fang Zheng has not only been idle, he has obtained a lot of information about the blessed land from the goats through side knocking.

Fang Zheng: "Look boss, you swear so frankly, could it be that someone in this city has used this method to escape the restraints of the blessed land?"

The expression on the face of the porridge shop owner changed as soon as he said that he would change, and after hearing Fang Zheng's question, he became gloomy: "No." ”

"That is to say, no one has ever confirmed this method, so boss, you eat... How long has it been?" Fang Zheng looked at the porridge shop owner.

"How long... Do you buy it or not, where are there so many problems, if you don't buy it, just go around, don't come to disturb me doing business. ”

It may be Fangzheng's problem, it stung the porridge shop owner's heart that wanted to work hard to fly his dream and chase freedom, the porridge shop owner turned his face on the spot, his face that was originally as kind and peaceful as everyone else on the street, suddenly became fierce, gloomy, resentful, and like the reincarnation of a demon, and his actions were rude to drive Fang Zheng away.

And just as Fang Zheng left the porridge shop, he was confronted by a very strange person.

This is a Westerner with curly brown hair and a bare upper body, revealing the powerful upper body of Kong Wu, but he is a body with four legs......

hat？？

Isn't this a centaur?

Wrong!

Fang Zheng was shocked, this was not a natural centaur.

This burly man in the West actually used some method to connect a crippled body with only the lower half of his body with his own body.

So if you don't pay attention to it, you really think it's a centaur in Western mythology......

This person connects the lower half of his body with his own body, and he must also take a fancy to the fact that the mutilated body is a bug in the blessed land, and he can't kill it! He can't hurt it! So he joined it with his own body and coveted the power of the world's rules in it.

Looking at the "fake centaur", walking in front of him, the square face was strange, could it be that the legend of centaurs in the Western world is an allusion from here?

But that's not the point.

Fang was thinking about another thing, why did these people who had fallen in the blessed land in the past think that these mutilated bodies could take them out of the blessed land?

This is clearly a source spreading the word......

Then, the more Fang Zheng walked through the city, the more extraordinary he saw.

There are countless temples and temples in the city, Western, Eastern, Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and gods, and there are countless Taoist priests, monks, and Western believers.

Along the way, he saw people from the tunic period of the Republic of China, and people from the Qingming, Yuan, and Song dynasties, all of whom were the souls of cultivators who fell in the blessed land in the past and were trapped in the blessed land for life and couldn't get out.

For Fang Zheng, who went to the blessed land for the first time, he was blind at this time, and he was thinking about how to leave the city and go to the broken Daluo Mountain behind the city, but when Fang Zheng had just passed a Taoist temple built on the side of the street, someone in the Taoist temple nervously stopped him.

"Senior brother!!"

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Sorry.,It's not in good shape today.,There's only one chapter a day of dry sitting.,I'm also in a hurry to QAQ.。。