Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 456 Life Is Worse Than Death

Everyone in the city was friendly, peaceful, and peaceful.

It was as if he was performing a peaceful and prosperous life.

But on the street, there was a scene of eating people.

This strong contrast between the front and the back made people feel creepy, and some of them felt chills on their backs.

"Little brother, do you want a fresh basket of steamed buns? Absolutely alive, authentic and energetic." The owner of the bun shop greeted Fang Zheng warmly as he watched Fang Zheng stop in front of his stall and wink at him.

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

And on the pot, there were large, glistening steamed buns.

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

"Little brother, this is pure wild man's rice porridge, a tonic."

It was a perfect tonic. Fang Zheng resisted the discomfort in his stomach and asked in surprise, "Oh, what's the best tonic?"

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

However, Fang Zheng really disagreed with this term.

The owner of the porridge shop laughed, "Little brother should know that there can't be two identical three in the world. Only one can exist."

"This wild ginseng, because of the chaos of time and space, the outside world overlapped with Blessed Land, overlapping areas, and was accidentally swallowed in."

Therefore, the wild ginseng has the power of world rules. The outside world can't kill him, and neither can the Blessed Land. As long as the two worlds don't completely devour the other world, this three will never die, because the world rule is that there will always be only one zhang san in the world, there can't be one more, there can't be one less."

"The wild ginseng carries the power of the world's rules. As long as we can constantly replenish the medicinal soup cooked by the wild ginseng day after day, it will allow us to gain the power of the world's rules and eventually escape from Blessed Land. Even outside, we can be like these wild ginseng and not be killed."

"Do you think you can make it up?"

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

But looking at the bun shop and the crippled body in the porridge shop, Fang Zheng could not link the smile on the porridge shop owner's face to enthusiasm.

I should say hungry ghost.

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

They were all people who had always been revived. After Blessed Land opened, they entered Blessed Land to search for treasures and eventually fell to the people who died in Blessed Land. Because of the strong spiritual energy in Blessed Land, or the restraint of the power of the rules, these people who died for hundreds of years, thousands of years, were all permanently left in Blessed Land, never to be reincarnated, never to step into reincarnation.

It was a cruel reality.

But since you want to plunder Blessed Land, you have to be aware of Blessed Land's self-defense and counter-kill.

There was no one else to blame.

The main road has always been like this.

Not because you are pitiful, but because you are pitiful, it is unfair to others.

Heaven and earth do not treat everything as a cud dog!

It is impossible for the outside world to know the secret of history through these people. Because these people were no longer the people of the past from the moment they died.

Because these people could only stay in Blessed Land for the rest of their lives, their memories of the past were long blurred. To put it simply, a person who has been locked in a Hei room for seven days can lose his mind and go crazy, let alone those who have been trapped for countless years?

Even if cultivation was stagnant, everything would stay in the moment of death forever.

It's like the game's memory is being saved back to the reader.

In the past few days, Fang Zheng had been more than idle. He had gotten a lot of information from the goats about the Blessed Land area by insinuating.

Fang Zheng: "Look, boss, you're so honest. Did someone in this city ever use this method to escape from Blessed Land?"

The porridge shop owner's expression changed as soon as he heard Fang Zheng's question, "No."

"That means this method has never been proven before. Then boss, how long have you been eating...?" Fang Zheng looked at the owner of the porridge shop.

"How long... Are you going to buy it or not? There are so many questions. If you don't buy it, just walk away. Don't disturb my business."

It could be Fang Zheng's problem. It hurt the owner of the porridge shop who wanted to chase after his dream of freedom. The owner of the porridge shop turned his face on the spot. His originally kind and peaceful face, like the rest of the people on the street, suddenly became ferocious, vicious, resentful, and looked like a reincarnation of a devil, violently driving Fang Zheng away.

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

It was a westerner with curly brown hair and a bare upper body, revealing a powerful upper body, but he had a body with four legs...

Hat?

Isn't this a centaurus?

No!

Fang Zheng was shocked. This was not a born centaurus.

This western burly man did not know how to do it. A crippled body with only the lower half of its body was connected to its own body.

So when he looked at it, he really thought it was a centaurus in western mythology...

This man connected his lower body with his own body, and he must have taken a liking to the fact that the disabled body was a bug in Blessed Land. He couldn't kill it! He couldn't hurt it! So she joined her body and peeped at the world's rules and powers.

Looking at the "Fake centaurus," walking past him, the front of his face revealed something strange. Could the legend of the centaurus in the western world be the story from here?

But that's not the point.

Fang Zheng was thinking about another thing. Why did these people who had fallen in Blessed Land think that their crippled bodies could take them out of Blessed Land?

There was obviously a source spreading the news...

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

There were countless temples and temples in the city. In the west, in the east, there were numerous taoist temple, buddhist temple, and divine temple. Among them, there were taoist priest, monk, and western believers.

Along the way, he saw people in the period of the republic of china's zhongshan suit, and people in the qing, ming, yuan and song dynasties. These people were all the dead souls of the cultivators who fell in Blessed Land and were trapped in Blessed Land for life.

For Fang Zheng, who had gone down to Blessed Land for the first time, he was in a daze, thinking about how to leave the city and go to the broken Great Luoshan behind the city. But just as Fang Zheng passed a taoist temple that was built on the street, someone in the taoist temple called out to him nervously.

"Junior!!"

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I'm sorry, I'm not in a good condition today. I only have one chapter to sit all day. I'm also very anxious about qaq.

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