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 mud-turned-monster can devour its victims and make them become part of its own body.
Although the monster was eliminated, there was no possibility of resurrection for these unlucky monks who were devoured.
Tang Zhen could see that all the threads of fate on these monks had been severed.
In this case, they are not even qualified to play monsters, they are already dead and cannot die again.
After passing the monster's body, Tang Zhen continued to move forward.
A locked iron door appeared in front of him, and countless threads of fate floated out from inside.
So even though it was extremely quiet, Tang Zhen was still sure that there was a group of monks hidden inside.
It's just that there is a lock hanging on their iron door, and there is no rust on the surface.
This was a new lock. Tang Zhen had seen it before, when it was carried on the back of a boy begging for food.
Seeing this lock, Tang Zhen knew the cause and effect. It was obvious that there were a group of stingy guys locked up in the house.
It cannot be said that what they did was wrong, but the rules are the rules, and the price for violating them is to accept punishment.
When Tang Zhen appeared, there were immediately several pairs of eyes behind the iron gate, watching his every move with great vigilance.
The monks were too frightened, fearing that Tang Zhen who appeared in front of them would be a terrifying monster.
Observing quietly and not touching each other may be the most correct choice.
Tang Zhen was too lazy to pay attention to these guys who were still suspicious even though they were about to die. Instead, he focused on the lock.
Compared to 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 have any impact on it at all. You can only open it with a key.
This means one thing, if no one is willing to help and use the key to open the lock, the guys in the house will definitely die.
Thinking of this, Tang Zhen looked up at the iron gate again, facing the alert and cautious eyes.
He suspected that until now, these self-righteous guys had not realized how dangerous their situation was.
Otherwise, what they have to do is to try their best to request rescue as soon as they see Tang Zhen.
It's a pity that they didn't do it, which means they missed the last opportunity.
"Good luck to you, you idiots."
Tang Zhen said in a light tone, then turned around and continued to move forward.
Not far away, I heard calls coming from the iron gate behind me.
After Tang Zhen left, these guys suddenly had regretful thoughts, and then tried to get his help.
It's a pity that this approach is destined to be a waste of effort. There are too many dead monks in the Purple Light World, and there are only a few of them.
Besides, what does their life and death 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 hall, sitting silently on the chairs.
The surroundings were in a mess, no one knew what had happened, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Several bronze oars were randomly thrown on the ground, and they were even damaged and broken.
On this giant ship, similar smells can be found everywhere, but the smell here is fresher.
When they saw Tang Zhen, the old man and his disciple turned their heads at the same time, their eyes cold and strange.
But in an instant, their faces were filled with smiles.
"Your Excellency, you are out!"
The old man said to Tang Zhen, stood up at the same time, and took the initiative to approach him.
As for his disciples, they also had smiles on their faces, as if they had met their kindest friends.
Completely forgetting that before, they were cursing and wishing to eat 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 a bronze oar, and his head fell to the ground.
The headless corpse was not affected in any way and was still walking towards Tang Zhen. The head that fell to the ground still had a sinister smile on it.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
Seeing his disciple being killed, the old man was unmoved and still looked at Tang Zhen with a smile on his face.
The distance between the two sides was less than five meters.
As a result, at this moment, he saw Tang Zhen smile, reach out and lightly snap his fingers.
The old man's ten remaining disciples exploded instantly, like a bunch of broken human-shaped balloons.
The smiling old man still maintained his original smile, but in that rigid state.
The eyes with hidden cruelty and sarcasm gradually turned into fear, staring at Tang Zhen in front of him.
"When did you notice 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 for a few times, and then exploded into pieces in an instant.
This time Tang Zhen's direction has changed, because he is preparing to save people.
Strangers don't have to be saved, but acquaintances are not included.
Following the guidance of the thread of fate, Tang Zhen walked forward and saw another hall.
In 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 in front of them, and then poured it into their mouths.
The other monks were starving to death, but the twelve monks in front of them had eaten to the point where their bodies were severely deformed.
However, there was no sign of enjoyment at all on their faces, instead they were full of pain and despair.
When Tang Zhen appeared, the monks who were eating frantically looked at him for help, hoping to help them get out of their misery.
"It seems like your life is pretty good now. At least you don't have to worry about going hungry."
Tang Zhen walked to the table, looked at the meatballs that kept swallowing food, and said with a smile.
"Your Excellency...help us...please..."
Intermittent sounds came from the meat ball's mouth, not because he didn't want to speak completely, but because he was blocked by the food that was constantly stuffed into his mouth.
What's important is that this voice is exactly the same as the old man's.
Tang Zhen naturally knew that the identities of the twelve meat balls in front of him were obviously the old man and his apprentice.
Although these unlucky guys were not starved, they were starved to death.
The food they devoured was clearly the remains of some unlucky monks. After being torn into pieces by a group of monsters pretending to be old men, they appeared inexplicably on the table.
Then the remains of these monks became food for the old man and their disciples, and after being quickly 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 suddenly collapsed and disappeared into a pile of ash.
Twelve meatballs fell from the chairs, collapsed directly to the ground, and then vomited crazily.