I Have a City in a Different World

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

It is similar to the power of rules, but different. This is obviously a special method of the Yuan clan.

Although Tang Zhen could sense it, he did not study it in depth. Now is not the right time.

Then there are options to select the sobriety of the character and load some special abilities.

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

Of course, all of these abilities require money to purchase, and the more advanced the options, the more so.

I have to say here that at least when it comes to playing games, the Yuan clan is fair and impartial and does not grant special privileges to themselves.

After all, that would greatly reduce the gameplay.

However, the high consumption is enough to deter many consumers, but the wealthy Yuan people can choose as they please.

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

Even the people of the Yuan tribe will try every means to rob and gain from it, and the rights should be regarded as benefits provided by the lord.

Tang Zhen was penniless and naturally had no right to choose. He could only turn off various talent plug-ins.

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

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

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

With such an operation, you can perfectly enter the game world and then be transported to the corresponding location.

Tang Zhen is a god who has special means to shield himself from the invasion of this unknown force.

During the process of memory infusion, he can always remain awake and aware of everything happening.

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 probably a kingdom of gods, with strange powers similar to rules, and you can arrange your identity as you like.

Although this can be achieved with technological means, there are definitely loopholes.

Because of the existence of dark energy, even if practitioners enter, they won't be able to take advantage at all.

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

It's really sad to think that a dignified spiritual monk has been reduced to a tool for entertainment.

Things like this are not uncommon within the Yuan Clan.

For example, processing the heads of gods to create special divine brains is one of the despicable operations of the Yuan tribe.

Using the bodies of gods to make various weapons and equipment was also very popular among the Yuan clan.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhen couldn't help but shake his head secretly, always feeling that the arrogant Yuan clan was seeking death.

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

At that time, everything you have done in the past will be paid back thousands of times.

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

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

Tang Zhen looked at himself and found that he was wearing rags and his hands and feet were stained with mud.

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

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

Their clothes were in tatters and their faces looked haggard. They were men, women, old and young.

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

Others picked up stones and soil, spit in the smelly saliva, and then threw them forward viciously.

The person surrounded was a woman, tall and slender, with long golden hair, fair and refined appearance.

Although she was wearing a shabby skirt, she was incompatible with the similarly dressed villagers, like a golden lotus emerging from the mud but unstained.

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

They were piled around the woman, obviously intending to burn her to death.

There were several men and women standing nearby, neatly dressed. They kept their distance from the angry villagers to show their different identities.

Occasionally, he looks at the woman, with greed and jealousy in his eyes, but also a trace of regret.

It is indeed a very wasteful behavior for such a beautiful woman to be burned to cokes immediately.

Next to him was a sloppy woman with a black mole on her nose, who was cursing loudly with her teeth and claws open.

In the process of cursing, he would also grab the cow dung on the ground and hit the blonde woman's head and face.

"This damn witch killed my husband, killed my son, and brought misfortune to the village.

This witch must be burned to death in order to eliminate the scourge, otherwise misfortune will befall everyone! "

The sloppy woman spoke loudly, looking bitter and resentful, but everyone around her kept nodding.

They may not believe this statement, but they are very willing to see the blond woman burned to death, which can give rise to a strange kind of happiness.

It's not themselves who get hurt. They feel inexplicably happy when they see others being unlucky.

The man with a beard, who should be a village chief or a priest, stood up amidst the curses of the crowd.

He did not ask the blond woman if she had been wronged, but simply repeated the sloppy woman's words.

Finally, it was pronounced that the blonde woman had been possessed by the devil and must be burned to death in order to be purified.

The blonde woman tied to the tree was covered in filth and feces. She was struggling and twisting desperately, as if she had something to say.

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

"Burn her, burn this witch!"

As the village chief announced the verdict, the villagers cheered again and looked at the man holding a torch expectantly.

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

It is really exciting to completely destroy the woman you can't get.

When the burning torch falls, the bundles of branches will be set alight.

The desperate blonde woman, with tears in her eyes, was completely desperate and gave up.

When the smoke slowly rose and the blazing flames were about to erupt, suddenly a gunshot was heard.

The strong man holding the torch had half of his face beaten to pieces and fell limply to the ground.

The body was twitching continuously, blood and brains were splattering everywhere.

The cruel and excited villagers were so frightened that they looked around in horror.

The strong man who had his head shot frightened them out of their wits.

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

Before the situation could be understood, several more gunshots were heard, and several villagers who were loudly called the most happy were also knocked down, with blood pouring out of their bodies.

"Run!"

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

But soon they discovered that the village was surrounded by people, and there were figures holding muskets everywhere.

These people looked cold, raised their weapons, and kept spraying thick smoke from their guns.

Lead projectiles flew out of the smooth barrel, gliding at subsonic speeds, tearing apart rags and shooting into the body.

The horrified villagers stared wide-eyed and kept wailing and begging for mercy, wondering why they were being massacred.

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

Wielding a slender sword, he chopped off a villager's head, and then 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 from his waist.

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

"Bang!"

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

He clearly saw the young villager reaching out and catching the bullet that was shot in the heart.