I have a city in another world

Chapter 3001 Gluttony, rescue

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

It looks familiar, the green mud on the deck should be this kind of thing.

This slime-turned monster can devour its victims and make them part of its own body.

Although the monster was eliminated, these unlucky monks who were devoured had no possibility of resurrection.

Tang Zhen could see that the threads of fate on these monks had all been cut off.

In this case, they don't even have the qualifications to play monsters, they are already dead and can't die anymore.

Tang Zhen continued walking past the monster's corpse.

A locked iron door appeared in front of his eyes, and countless threads of fate floated out from it.

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

It's just that there is a lock on their iron door, and there is no rust on the surface.

This was a new lock, which Tang Zhen had seen before, and it was carried by a boy begging for food.

Seeing this lock, Tang Zhen knew the cause and effect. It was obvious that a group of stingy guys were locked up in the room.

It cannot be said that what they did was wrong, but rules are rules, and the price of violation is to accept punishment.

When Tang Zhen appeared, there were several pairs of eyes behind the iron gate, watching his every move with great vigilance.

The monks were frightened too much, for fear that Tang Zhen who appeared in front of them would be a terrifying monster.

Observing silently, without contact with each other, may be the most correct choice.

Tang Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to these guys who were still suspicious when they were about to die, but instead focused on the lock.

Compared with the monks and monsters controlled by the thread of fate, this lock is indeed special, because it is not affected by any rules at all.

When you use violence to destroy it, you can't affect it at all, and you can only open it with a key.

This shows one thing, if no one is willing to help and open the lock with a key, the guys in the house will undoubtedly die.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhen looked up at the iron gate again, meeting those vigilant and cautious eyes.

He suspects that until now, these self-righteous guys have not realized how dangerous their situation is.

Otherwise, what they have to do is to try their best to ask for help as soon as they see Tang Zhen.

It's a pity that they didn't do it, which means they missed the last chance.

"Good luck, you bunch of idiots."

Tang Zhen said in a light tone, then turned around and continued to move forward.

Not long after walking, I heard calls coming from the iron gate behind me.

After Tang Zhen left, these guys suddenly had regrets, and then tried to get his help.

It's a pity that this approach is doomed to be a waste of effort. There are too many dead monks in the purple light world, and they are not bad at all.

Besides their life and death, what does it have to do with Tang Zhen?

But in the blink of an eye, Tang Zhen met a group of acquaintances.

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

The surroundings were in a mess, no one knew what had happened, and there was a smell of blood in the air.

A few bronze oars were randomly thrown on the ground, even damaged and broken.

On this giant ship, similar smells are everywhere, but the smell here is fresher.

After seeing Tang Zhen, the old man and his disciple turned their heads at the same time, their eyes were cold and strange.

But in an instant, smiles filled their faces.

"Your Excellency, you are out!"

The old man said to Tang Zhen, stood up at the same time, and approached him actively.

As for his disciples, they also had smiles on their faces, as if they had seen the kindest companions.

They completely forgot how they were cursing before, wishing they could swallow Tang Zhen and other monks alive.

As the old master and apprentice approached, the bronze oar in Tang Zhen's hand suddenly swung out.

The monk closest to him was beheaded by the bronze oar, and his head fell to the ground.

The headless corpse was not affected in any way, and it still walked towards Tang Zhen. The head that fell on the ground still had a sinister smile.

"Your Excellency, what are you doing here?"

Seeing his disciple being beheaded, the old man remained indifferent and looked at Tang Zhen with a smile on his face.

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

As a result, at this moment, he saw Tang Zhen smiling, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

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

The smiling old man still kept his original smile, but in that rigid state.

The eyes that concealed cruelty and sarcasm gradually turned into panic, staring at Tang Zhen in front of him.

"When did you see it?"

He asked Tang Zhen in a stiff tone.

"From the beginning."

Tang Zhen replied, and then continued to move forward.

The old man standing behind him struggled desperately a few times before bursting into pieces in an instant.

This time Tang Zhen's direction has changed, because he is going to save people.

Strangers may not be saved, but acquaintances are not included.

Guided by the thread of fate, Tang Zhen walked all the way and saw another hall.

Inside this hall, there is a huge dining table with twelve chairs on both sides.

Twelve huge balls of meat were sitting on these chairs, and the flowing fat had already wrapped 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 monks were dying of starvation, but the twelve monks in front of them had already suffered severe deformation from eating.

But from their faces, there is no enjoyment at all, but full of pain and despair.

When Tang Zhen appeared, those monks who were eating frantically cast their eyes for help at the same time, hoping to help them get rid of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Now it seems that your life is very good, at least you don't have to worry about going hungry."

Tang Zhen walked to the table, looked at the meatball that kept swallowing food, and said with a smile.

"Your Excellency...help us...please..."

From the meat ball's mouth, intermittent voices came, not because he didn't want to complete the speech, but because he was blocked by the food that was constantly stuffed into his mouth.

The important thing is that the voice is exactly the same as that of the old man.

Tang Zhen naturally knew that the identities of the twelve meatballs in front of him were obviously the old man and his apprentice.

Although these unlucky guys were not hungry, they were stuffed to death.

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

Then the remains of these monks became the food of the old man and their apprentices, and after being rapidly digested, they became the terrifying appearance they are today.

"Okay, as you wish."

As soon as Tang Zhen finished speaking, the old man, who was eating like a machine, immediately stopped his mechanical movements.

The table in front of them collapsed suddenly and disappeared into a pile of fly ash.

Twelve meatballs fell from the chairs, collapsed on the ground, and then vomited crazily.

(End of this chapter)