I have a city in another world

Chapter 4315 Arrival, Witch

The moment he entered the gate, Tang Zhen felt a force coming, surrounding his body.

Similar to the power of rules, but different, this is obviously a special method of the Yuan Clan.

Although Tang Zhen could perceive it, he didn't study it in depth. Now is not the right time.

Immediately afterwards, there are options to choose the level of sobriety of the character and load some special abilities.

Similar to talent plug-ins, you can do whatever you want while playing games.

Of course, all of these abilities need to be purchased with money, and the more advanced the options, the more so.

Here I have to say, at least in terms of playing games, Yuanzu has been fair and just, and has not specially granted privileges to itself.

After all, in that case, the gameplay will be greatly reduced.

However, the high consumption is enough to discourage many consumers, but the wealthy Yuan people can choose whatever they want.

In the game world, different rewards will be set randomly, and many prizes are exciting.

Even the people of the Yuan clan will try their best to snatch it, and the right is the welfare issued by the lord.

Tang Zhen is penniless, so naturally he has no right to choose, so he can only turn off various talent cheats.

There is no way to choose an identity occupation, and you can only choose it randomly. Basically, they are not very good low-level characters.

Although the game world is free to enter, it is obviously not friendly to prostitutes, and it is really difficult to move without spending money.

Choosing random birth, the mysterious power came again, trying to block Tang Zhen's memory, and then input false information.

After such an operation, it can be perfectly substituted into the game world, and then sent to the corresponding location.

Tang Zhen is a god with special means, able to block the invasion of this unknown force.

During the process of memory instillation, he was always able to stay awake and aware of everything that happened.

Looking at the rapidly changing scenery and the items generated in a short period of time, Tang Zhen thought of a possibility.

The game world is likely to be a kingdom of God, so there will be strange powers similar to rules, and you can arrange your identities as you like.

Although this can be achieved by means of technology, there must be loopholes.

Because of the existence of dark energy, even if a practitioner enters, it will not take advantage of it at all.

If the Kingdom of God exists, it must be bound to the gods, which means that there is a god who is always responsible for the operation of the game world.

It's really sad to think about how a majestic monk of the gods has been reduced to an entertainment tool.

Things like this are not uncommon within the Yuan Clan.

For example, processing the heads of gods and making them into special god brains is one of the despicable tricks of the Yuan Clan.

Using the body of the gods to manufacture various weapons and equipment is also all the rage within the Yuan Clan.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhen couldn't help shaking his head secretly, always feeling that the arrogant Yuan clan was trying to kill them.

It can be rampant for a while, but it can never last forever. Sooner or later, retribution will come.

At that time, everything done in the past will be recovered thousands of times.

In just a few seconds, Tang Zhen left the exit and was born in a dilapidated village.

In the deepest part of the sky, the entrance to the outside world is hidden, but the natives of the game world will never see it.

Tang Zhen looked at himself, and found that he was wearing a rag, and his hands and feet were stained with cracked mud.

The strong sour smell emanated from his body, probably because he hadn't bathed for a long time.

A loud noise came from the entrance of the village, and many villagers gathered together.

They were dressed in rags, with haggard faces, men, women, young and old.

The villagers gathered together, yelling and cursing loudly, with cruelty and excitement shining in their hazy yellow eyes.

Some people picked up rocks and clods, spat out foul-smelling saliva, and then threw them viciously forward.

Surrounded by a woman, tall and slender, with long golden hair, fair and refined.

Although she was wearing a shabby skirt, she was out of tune with those villagers who were dressed in the same way, like a golden lotus flower that emerged from the mud without being stained.

Perhaps it was this kind of temperament and appearance that brought disaster to the woman, causing her to be tied to a big tree, and people kept bringing firewood.

Heaped around the woman, apparently to burn her to death.

There are several men and women standing next to them, and their clothes are relatively neat. They keep a distance from the angry villagers to show their different identities.

Occasionally looking at women, there is greed and jealousy in his eyes, and at the same time there is a trace of regret.

Such a beautiful woman is about to be burned to ashes, which is indeed a very wasteful act.

Beside her was a slovenly woman with a mole on her nose, baring her teeth and swearing loudly.

In the process of cursing, he would also grab the cow dung on the ground and smash it on the head and face of the blond woman.

"It was this damned witch who killed my husband, killed my son, and brought misfortune to the village.

This witch must be burned to death, so that the scourge can be eliminated, otherwise bad luck will come to everyone! "

The sloppy woman spoke loudly, with a look of bitterness and hatred, but everyone around kept nodding.

They may not believe this kind of statement, but they are very willing to see the blonde woman burned to death, so that it can give birth to strange happiness.

It is not themselves who are hurt, and they will feel inexplicably happy when they see others being unlucky.

A man with a beard, probably a village head or a priest, stood up amidst the curses of the crowd.

He didn't ask the blond woman if she was wronged, but just repeated what the sloppy woman said.

Finally, it was pronounced that the blond woman had been possessed by a demon and had to be burned to death in order to be purified.

The blond woman tied to the tree was covered in filth and excrement. She struggled and twisted desperately, as if she wanted to say something.

But her small, red mouth was wrapped in a rag, and she couldn't argue at all.

"Burn her, burn this witch!"

As the village chief pronounced the sentence, the villagers cheered again and looked expectantly at the man holding the torch.

The man smiled ferociously, and when he looked at the blonde woman, he was full of greed and revenge.

It's really exciting to destroy a woman that I can't get.

The flaming torches fall to set the bundles of branches on fire.

The desperate blond woman, with tears in her eyes, was completely desperate.

When the smoke rose slowly and the raging flames were about to erupt, there was a sudden gunshot.

The strong man holding the torch had half of his face beaten to pieces, and he collapsed limply on the ground.

The body twitched continuously, blood and brains splashed everywhere.

The cruel and excited villagers were overwhelmed by fright and looked around in horror.

The brawny man who was headshot scared their guts out.

This is a group of despicable and cruel untouchables, they will only punch the weaker, and they will be extremely humble and cowardly when facing the strong.

Before the situation could be clarified, several gunshots rang out, and several villagers who were known as the most happy were also knocked down, with blood gushing out from their bodies.

"Run!"

The villagers screamed and fled in panic, trying to avoid the bullets.

But soon they discovered that the village had been surrounded by people, and figures with muskets were everywhere.

These people's faces were cold, and they raised the weapons in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns continuously sprayed thick smoke.

Lead bullets flew out of the smooth barrel, and after gliding at subsonic speed, they tore up the rags and shot into the body.

The terrified villagers stared wide-eyed and kept wailing and begging for mercy, unable to understand why they were massacred.

At the same time, a muscular man came out from behind the room next to Tang Zhen.

Wielding a slender sword, he chopped off the head of a villager, and looked at Tang Zhen who was standing in the middle of the road.

A cruel smile appeared on his cold and numb face, and he took out a musket directly from his waist.

The thick trumpet-shaped muzzle was aimed at Tang Zhen in front of him, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Oh!"

As the musket smoke rose, the strong man's expression changed from cruelty to horror.

He clearly saw that the young villager stretched out his hand and grabbed the bullet that had been shot in the heart.

(End of this chapter)