I have a city in another world

4149--Andrew Tang Zhen's Descendant

Billows of thick smoke rose and hung over the city like a thick dark cloud.

When you smell the pungent smell, you know that it is the smoke produced by combustion, and the source is the chimneys on the ground.

This is a city full of factories.

Busy and numb people, guarding the fast-moving machine, dare not be negligent for a moment.

Otherwise, a little carelessness may cause accidental casualties.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the noisy production workshop, followed by smoke and dust soaring into the sky.

Dozens of workers were buried due to an accidental explosion in the boiler of a factory.

The factory owner was furious and kept yelling. What he cared about was not the casualties, but the impact of the accident on his money.

The organized workers were constantly cleaning up the collapsed houses, and would carry out a corpse from time to time.

Some unlucky guys have already been smashed into meatloaf.

The bystanders all looked indifferent. They had seen many production accidents, and more serious incidents often occurred.

The police are in charge of commanding, the officials of the city hall are chattering, and the boss of the factory keeps laughing and secretly stuffing money into his pocket.

The reporter wearing a civilized hat is writing and drawing with a notebook, and will take a photo of the corpse from time to time.

This production accident will be recorded in the daily newspaper published tomorrow.

The workers in charge of the rescue found another worker lying under the machine table.

"Another one was found, it doesn't seem to be dead yet."

"This lucky kid, if he evades a little slower, he can only find his head in his chest."

"I do think his family might be disappointed not to get that pension."

"Exchanging two hundred yuan for a life is not a good deal."

"Don't think the money is small, it's pretty good if you can get it. Many dead workers will be secretly thrown into the Norton River, and their families can't even see their bodies..."

The workers in charge of the rescue, chatting in a casual tone, lifted the unconscious young man out of the ruins.

The injured were carried to the next room, received simple treatment and diagnosis, and then sent to the hospital for treatment.

The carriage responsible for collecting the corpses has already pulled away a load of corpses, and will continue to return soon.

The injured young man was also loaded into a carriage and taken to the community hospital without haste.

There are no medical staff to accompany them, only the driver who is responsible for driving the car, and he doesn't care whether the wounded are dead or alive.

In fact, on the way, the young man had already died.

But when he was about to arrive at the hospital, the young man who was already dead suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no confusion in his eyes, on the contrary, he was extremely fierce, and he looked around coldly.

"There are heaven and earth energies, but they are relatively thin, but more of them are divine powers. There are thousands of them..."

The young man who came back from the dead was the descendant chosen by Tang Zhen.

He originally wanted to find a normal aborigine to use as his descendant, but he found that his soul was weak and he couldn't complete the seizure at all.

He could only settle for the next best thing, choose this kind of target who had just died, and as expected, he successfully completed the divine soul descending.

It's just that in this way, he first needs to repair his own trauma, and also prevent the injury from deteriorating and dying.

Not only will it take time, but you may also encounter unknown dangers.

Tang Zhen immediately tried to heal his injuries through practice, but found that the energy in this world was quite chaotic.

The energy of heaven and earth is the basic composition, but it is in a state of indistinctness, and the divine power wandering around has become extremely active.

In an instant, he realized that these chaotic divine powers should come from the fallen gods in the headspace.

After their fall, the uncontrollable release of divine power spread throughout the entire world.

As long as you have a talent for cultivation and feel carefully, you will be able to discover the existence of divine power.

This kind of divine power can be absorbed, allowing people to obtain extraordinary power, but they will also pay a huge price for it.

Similar to the divine power infusion, the backlash is not so serious, because the two are not at the same level at all.

But even so, it is still a very cruel thing to absorb this kind of divine power to practice.

Only by enduring enough injuries and perverted pain can one become stronger.

But when the limit is exceeded, the practitioner will die and become a terrible monster after death.

Using this kind of divine power to practice requires not only talent, but also strong endurance.

Knowing the danger of this kind of divine power, Tang Zhen naturally wouldn't borrow it easily, but was like panning for gold in the sand, constantly absorbing the free energy of heaven and earth.

An existence like him doesn't need any exercises at all, but directly absorbs the energy of the world.

In a short period of time, the extremely weak viscera regained their vitality.

At the same time, the wounds on the body also healed at an extremely fast speed.

Tang Zhen twisted like a snake, and there was a crisp sound inside his body, and the broken bones were forcibly returning to their original positions.

This process was very painful, his body twitched and sweated involuntarily, but Tang Zhen remained expressionless throughout.

He can feel the pain, but he doesn't feel uncomfortable, instead he has a long-lost sense of excitement.

The more it hurts, the more excited it is, and the more certain hormones are secreted in the body, which makes Tang Zhen's body surface appear like blue veins like earthworms, and they wriggle and undulate constantly.

It even crawled over the neck and spread to the whole face.

The coachman knew nothing of the scene, he was only waving a whip, and had a wooden pipe in his mouth.

It didn't take long to reach the gate of the hospital.

"Come to help, there is another unlucky guy, I hope he can come out alive."

The coachman said loudly, and turned to look at Tang Zhen in the car, but he didn't make any movement.

"Isn't he dead?"

Even though he said this, the coachman did not move, but waited for the hospital staff.

With the sound of footsteps, a car pushed out and stopped behind the carriage.

With the help of the coachman, Tang Zhen was dragged onto the trolley, and then pushed into the hospital.

The hospital was busy, Tang Zhen was not the only one who was injured, all the doctors had already stepped in to save people.

In an operating room, the doctor was amputating a limb with a hacksaw, and the patient screamed in pain.

There are also some wounded, covered in blood, lying weakly on the hospital bed.

In such a backward era, once a person is seriously injured, his survival depends entirely on luck.

Tang Zhen was pushed into the house, but he didn't receive immediate medical treatment because the doctor didn't have time at all.

Just being put on the bed, waiting to be examined by the doctor.

Tang Zhen, who was recovering secretly, naturally didn't need a doctor's treatment, otherwise it would probably make things worse.

These bad doctors are simply using people as livestock. Of course, this is not their intention, but the medical level is too low.

At this moment, Tang Zhen couldn't walk on the ground, otherwise he would definitely get up and leave immediately.

In another half an hour, the broken leg bones will heal, and the damaged muscles and tendons will also repair, and then you can walk on the ground.

As a result, at this moment, a slight sound of footsteps came, which caught Tang Zhen's attention.

If the judgment is not wrong, the other party is walking towards him.

If it was a medical staff, there would be no problem, but Tang Zhen clearly felt a trace of malice.

The guy who gets close to himself and wants to be bad for himself.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhen opened his eyes slightly, and saw a woman in a nurse's uniform quietly approaching him.

The woman took out her hand from her pocket, held a black syringe, and stabbed it at Tang Zhen's chest.

(End of this chapter)