Everyone in the city is friendly, calm and peaceful,
It seems to be interpreting the peaceful and prosperous age,
But on the street, there is a scene of cannibalism,
This strong front-to-back contrast makes people's hearts shudder, and some backs get chills, feeling bursts of horror and weirdness.
"Little brother, would you like a basket of fresh steamed buns? It's definitely alive and well, authentic and strong." The steamed stuffed bun shop owner watched Fangzheng stop in front of his stall, winked at Fangzheng, and greeted Fangzheng warmly.
At the same time, he also picked up a ladle, scooped up a ladle of boiling water from the cooker's pot, and added water to the pot under the steamer to prevent the water from drying up.
And on the pot, a cage of big, crystal-clear steamed buns was cooking.
At this time, the owner of the porridge shop next to the bun shop also stepped forward to win business.
"Little brother, this is rice porridge made from pure wild ginseng, it is a great tonic."
This has become a Shiquan Dabu Pill, Fangzheng resisted the discomfort in his stomach, and asked in calm surprise, "Oh, how about a Dabu pill?"
Fangzheng knew without thinking that the wild ginseng mentioned by the porridge shop owner refers to these mutilated bodies swallowed by the chaos of time and space.
It's just that Fangzheng really resists the term coming from the mouth of the porridge shop owner.
The owner of the porridge shop smiled: "Little brother should know that there can't be two identical Zhang Sans in the world, there can only be one Zhang San."
"This wild ginseng, because of the chaos of time and space, the outside world and the blessed land overlapped, and the overlapping area was swallowed by accident."
"So, this wild ginseng has the power of the world's rules. The outside world can't kill him, and neither can he be killed in the blessed land. As long as the two worlds don't completely swallow the other world, this three will never die. Because the rules of the world are that there can only be one Zhang San in the world forever, there can be no more or less of one."
"This wild ginseng carries the power of the world's rules. As long as we can supplement the decoction brewed with wild ginseng day after day, we can gain the power of the world's rules in a subtle way, and finally escape Blessed place. Even outside, we can be like these wild ginseng, which cannot be killed."
"Do you want to make up or not?"
The owner of the porridge shop rubbed his hands and laughed, and enthusiastically introduced the miraculous effect of his Shiquan Dabu porridge.
But looking at the steamed stuffed bun shop and the porridge shop's cooking bodies, Fangzheng really couldn't connect the smile on the porridge shop owner's face with the enthusiasm.
It should be a hungry ghost.
All the people in this city are not alive, they are all ghosts.
All of them were people who had revived their spirit energy, entered the blessed land to hunt for treasure after the blessed land was opened, and finally fell and died in the blessed land. Because of the rich aura in the blessed land, or the shackles of the power of rules, these people who have been dead for hundreds or even thousands of years cannot dissipate after death, and they are all permanently trapped in the blessed land. into reincarnation.
Very cruel reality.
But since you want to plunder the blessed land, you must have the awareness of being killed by the blessed land in self-defense.
This is nothing to blame.
The Avenue has always been that way.
Don't pity you just because you are pitiful, so as to bring injustice to others.
The world is not benevolent and treats everything as a straw dog!
And the outside world should not even think about knowing some historical secrets and secrets through these people. This is absolutely impossible. Because these people are no longer the people they used to be from the moment they die.
Because these people can only live forever in the blessed land, their memories of the past have long been blurred. In layman's terms, if a person is locked in a small dark room for seven days, he can still lose his mind and go crazy, let alone these people who have been trapped for an unknown number of years? These people who fell into the blessed land can't even remember their own names.
Even the cultivation base will always stay at the moment of death.
It's like the reason why the game memory is saved and read.
In the past few days, Fangzheng has not only been idle, he has inquired a lot of information about the blessed land from the goat through side-stepping.
Fangzheng: "Look at the boss, you are so swearing and frank. Could it be that someone in this city used this method to escape from the bondage of the blessed land?"
The expression on the face of the owner of the porridge shop changed as soon as he heard it. After hearing Fang Zheng's question, he became gloomy: "No."
"That is to say, this method has never been proven. How do you know, boss, that this method is feasible? Boss, how long have you been eating it?" Fangzheng looked at the porridge shop owner.
"How long... Do you buy it or not? Why are there so many questions? If you don't buy it, just walk around. Don't disturb my business."
It may be Fangzheng's problem, which hurt the porridge shop owner's heart of wanting to let go of his dream and chase freedom. Vicious, stern, resentful, like the reincarnation of an evil spirit, he drove Fang Zheng away violently.
And just as Fang Zheng left the porridge shop, a very strange person walked up to him.
This is a Westerner with brown curly hair, bare upper body, exposing Kong Wu's powerful upper body, but he happens to be a body with four legs...
What?
Isn't this the legendary centaur brother
wrong!
Fangzheng was surprised, this is not a natural centaur.
This burly man from the west actually used some method to join a mutilated body with only the lower body together with his own body.
So if you take a closer look, you really think it is a centaur in Western mythology...
This person joined the incomplete lower body with his own body, and he must have taken a fancy to the fact that the incomplete body is a bug in the blessed land. He can't be killed! Can't hurt! So unite with your own body, trying to see the power of the world rules in it.
Looking at the "fake centaur" walking in front of him, Fang showed a strange face. Could it be that the legend of the centaur in the western world came from this allusion
But that's not the point.
Fang was thinking about another thing, why do these people who fell into the blessed land in the past think that these mutilated bodies can take them out of the blessed land
It's clear there's a source spreading the message...
Afterwards, the further Fang Zheng walked in the city, the more extraordinary things he saw.
There are countless shrines and temples in the city, including western and eastern ones, Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and gods, among which there are Taoists, monks, and Western believers.
Along the way, he met people from the Mao suit period of the Republic of China, and people from the Qing, Ming, Yuan and Song periods. These people were all the souls of practitioners who fell into the blessed land in the past and were trapped in the blessed land for life.
As for Fangzheng, who was going to the blessed land for the first time, he was blind at this moment and was thinking about how to leave the city and go to the broken Daluo Mountain behind the city, but just as Fangzheng passed a Taoist temple built on the side of the street, Suddenly someone called him nervously.
"Brother!!"
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I'm sorry, I'm not in a good state today, and I only have one chapter in a day of sitting, and I am also very anxious to QAQ. .
(end of this chapter)