Here Lies The Wicked

Everyone in the city is friendly, calm and peaceful.

As if it were a celebration of peace.

But in the streets, there was a scene of cannibalism.

This strong front and rear contrast can't help but make people hairy, some have cold backs, and feel the thrills and weirdness of the formation.

“Little brother, would you like a fresh bun? Absolutely alive, authentic, powerful.” Bakery owner, watching as Fang stood in front of his stall, frowned and greeted him warmly.

Meanwhile, pick up a lady and scoop a ladle of boiling water from a cooking pan and add water to the pan under the steamer to prevent the water from burning dry.

And on the pan, a cage of crystalline buns is being boiled.

At this point, the porridge shop owner next to the bakery also pulled up the business.

“Little brother, this is pure wild ginseng cooked rice porridge, a big complement. ”

This is a perfect complement to the pill. Fang Zheng tolerated stomach discomfort and asked in silent surprise: “Oh, how can you make up for it? ”

Fang needless to think and knows, the wild ginseng in the mouth of the porridge shop owner refers to these crippled bodies that were devoured by the chaos of time and space.

However, Fang is quite contradictory to the term from the porridge shop owner.

Porridge shop owner hey hey smile: “Little brother should know that there can't be two exactly the same Zhang San in the world, there can only be one Zhang San. ”

“This wild ginseng, because of the chaos of time and space, the world outside and the bliss, overlapping areas, was accidentally devoured. ”

“So the wildlings have the power of the rules of the world. The outside world cannot kill him, nor can Fudi kill him. As long as the two worlds do not completely devour the other, this third will never die, because the rule of the world is that there can always be only one Zhang San, there can never be one more, and there can never be one less. ”

“With the power of the rules of the world in this wildlings, we can gain the power of the rules of the world and eventually escape the blessings as long as we can replenish the soup potion cooked with wildlings day after day. Even out there, we can't be killed like these wild ginseng. ”

“Do you want to make it up to me? ”

The owner of the porridge shop rubbed his hands and laughed, passionately introducing the magical effects of his thorough porridge supplementation.

Looking at the bakery, the porridge shop cooks the body, the square can't really link the smile on the face of the porridge shop owner to the overflowing enthusiasm.

You should say hungry ghosts.

All the people in this city, they're not alive, they're all ghosts.

They, all of them, have historically recovered their spiritual energy. When the blessing opened, they entered the blessed treasure hunt and eventually fell into the blessed ground. Because of the richness of the spirit in the blessing, or the constraints of the power of the rules, those who have been dead for centuries, even thousands of years, cannot dissipate after death, they are all permanently trapped in the blessing, and the eternal life must never exceed life, and they must not step back into the circle.

Very cruel reality.

But if you want to plunder a blessed land, you must be prepared to be rebelled by the blessed land.

There is no one else to blame for this.

This has always been the case on the Avenue.

Have mercy on you, not because of your pity, and thus bring injustice to others.

The heavens and the earth take everything for a dog!

And it's impossible for the outside world to know the secrets and secrets of history through these people. Because, from the moment they died, they were no longer people of the past.

Memories of the past have long been blurred because these people can only live and live forever and remain in bliss. As a general rule, a man who has been locked up in a small black house for seven days is insane, not to mention those who have been trapped for years? Those who have fallen into the blessing can't even remember their names or anyone else's.

Even mending stays in the dead moment forever.

It's like the logic of the game memory being saved for reading.

In recent days, he has been more than idle, scouting from the goats through side strikes to a great deal of information about the grounds.

Fang Zheng: "Look, boss, do you swear so much, Tantan? Has anyone ever used this method to escape the confinement of Fortune? ”

The face of the porridge shop owner changed. After hearing Fang Zheng's question, he became gloomy: “No. ”

“That means this method has never been proven. How do you know it works, boss? Boss, how long have you been eating...?” Fang is looking at the porridge shop owner.

“How long... do you buy it or not? Where do you get so many questions? Walk away if you don't buy it, don't bother me with my business. ”

It could be Fang Zheng's problem, stabbed the heart of the porridge shop owner who wanted to try to free the dream of chasing freedom, the porridge shop owner turned his face on the spot, his face was as good and peaceful as the rest of the street, suddenly became fierce, insidious, resentful, live off like a demon reincarnation, the action brutally chased Fang Zheng away.

And just after Fang left the porridge shop, he walked up to a very strange person.

This is a Westerner with brown curly hair and a bare upper body, revealing a powerful upper body, but he has only one body with four legs...

What?

Isn't that the legendary half-man?

No, it's not!

Fang was surprised that it was not a natural half-man.

The big western man, he didn't know how to connect a crippled body with his body with only his lower body.

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

This man linked the lower body of the disability to his own body. He must also have noticed that the disability body is the BUG in Fuji, it can't be killed! Can't hurt! So join your body and try to pry into the power of the world's rules.

Looking at the “fake half-man”, walking past him, the front is weird. Is it true that the legend of the Western world's half-man is from here?

But that's not the point.

Fang is wondering another thing, why do all these people who used to crash into the blessing think that these crippled bodies can take them out of the blessing?

This is clearly a source of information dissemination…

Thereafter, the more extraordinary things are seen, the more they are walking in the city pool.

There are countless temples in the city pool, Western, Eastern, Taoist, Buddhist, Divine Ulu, and countless others, including Taoists, monks, and Western believers.

Along the way, he met the people of the Zhongshan Clothing Period of the Republic, the people of the Qing Ming Yuan Song Period and other times, all of whom in the past crashed in the blessed land, and were trapped in the death of practitioners who could not get out of the blessed land for life.

For the first time, he was blind, thinking about how to get out of the city pool and go to the fracture behind the city pool Mount Dalo, but just as the side passed a street view, suddenly someone called him nervously.

“Brother!! ”

Sorry, I'm in bad shape today, I only have one chapter a day, and I'm in a hurry for QAQ too.