The third thousand five hundred and eighteenth chapter city catastrophe
A new day has come.
The residents of the city are happy and looking forward to it, because today is the day of sacrifice, and carefully prepared sacrifices will be sacrificed to the gods.
Many of these sacrifices to the gods came from the residents' contributions, just to exchange for more divine favors.
The more sacrifices you give, the more rewards you get, and the results are immediate every time.
Residents became more and more convinced of the existence of gods and became more active in offering sacrifices, which they regarded as a supreme honor.
As the time approached, residents began to gather on both sides of the street, waiting for the sacrifice to begin.
Although I have experienced it many times, every sacrifice is as lively as a festival.
It's just that for some unknown reason today, many residents are feeling listless and clutching their stomachs from time to time.
Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that they were enduring pain.
However, the celebration of the sacrifice was about to begin, and people were more concerned about this matter, and did not pay too much attention to this small anomaly.
Soon it was time for the sacrifice, and the prisoners were driven out of the prison and continued to move forward along the wide road.
Residents stood on both sides of the road and cheered constantly. This was their happiest moment.
However, during the cheering process, people fell to the ground from time to time, their faces blue and unable to get up.
The occurrence of such a situation did not affect the progress of the ceremony. At this moment, the fanatical residents only had one thing in mind: sacrifice.
They closely followed the team and gathered in the square, waiting for the prisoners to have their heads chopped off before they could enjoy the gifts of the gods.
Driven by the vicious soldiers, the prisoners with numb expressions climbed onto the high tower altar and were then pressed on the stone bed.
After the ritual chanting was completed, and with the order from the red-robed priest, the prisoners were beheaded one after another.
The residents below cheered loudly. They felt the gifts from the gods, which made them feel happy and powerful.
Especially those who sacrificed objects, they had a clearer feeling, as if their bodies and souls had been sublimated.
They cheered and vented their joy.
But when the sacrifice was over and the crowd was preparing to evacuate, screams and moans suddenly broke out.
I saw a lot of residents lying scattered in the wide square, all with blue faces and weak breathing.
Some of the residents were no longer breathing.
The unexpected turn of events triggered panic, and the residents became confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.
Soon monks and witch doctors arrived. After examining the patients and corpses, they quickly came up with the answer.
poisoning.
All residents who show such symptoms have taken poison, which is why such a situation occurs.
During the testing process, from time to time some residents would suddenly fall to the ground, or hold their stomachs and howl loudly.
The square that had been bustling with cheers before was now filled with screams and howls, and the scene was shocking.
Not only the residents were poisoned, but the soldiers also fell to the ground one after another.
"Check it out quickly, there must be a problem with the food and water source!"
After hearing the news, the city lord roared loudly and immediately issued an order to go to the water source in the city.
It was a large well with a diameter of five meters, the water was clear and crystal clear, and a huge windmill was erected on it.
When the windmill rotates, it will continuously lift the well water and pour it into the uppermost water tank.
There are dozens of water tanks on top of the water tank, leading to different corners of the city. Residents can directly draw water if they want.
This water supply system is exquisitely designed, providing great convenience to residents and becoming one of the city's landscapes.
But today, it has become a source of poison to the entire city's residents.
Following the order, the well was immediately closed and the windmill began to idle.
The witch doctors immediately conducted tests and quickly concluded that the well water had indeed been poisoned.
As for what type of poison it was, it is still unclear, let alone how many residents drank the poisoned well water.
The only thing that can be done now is to close the well and not allow anyone to drink from it.
I believe that as time goes by, the toxicity will slowly weaken until it disappears completely.
Or you can figure out the type of toxins and create the corresponding antidote, which can also dissolve the highly poisonous water.
During the research process, news continued to come in that the number of poisoned residents was increasing.
Many residents among them have lost their lives.
The panicked residents asked the monks for help and prayed to the gods to help dissolve the poison, but to no avail.
The witch doctor's methods are somewhat effective, but the limited medicinal materials cannot save so many patients in the city.
In the process of collecting medicinal materials, more poisoned people appeared, and the casualties reached an uncontrollable level.
Because the water source was poisoned, the whole city was in chaos, and many residents placed their hopes on the gods.
But if you want to pray for the gods' grace to resolve the disaster, you must offer sacrifices. The problem is that there is no prisoner in the city at the moment.
Some residents with red eyes looked at the people around them, with murderous intent flashing in their eyes.
No one stipulates that residents cannot be used as sacrifices.
But in the end, he did not dare to take action because only the city lord could make such a decision. If other residents dared to do so, they would definitely be killed by the angry residents.
Besides, if there is not enough quantity, the sacrifice will have no effect. This is a well-known thing.
In fact, even if you do this, it may not be effective, because the purpose of the existence of the fragmented world is to destroy the souls of the monks.
The residents of these cities are nothing more than props. Even if they all die today, they will all be resurrected tomorrow.
You will never change the original script just because of their prayers and pleas, as that may lead to unexpected changes.
Ancient creatures that fell into dormancy were slow and lazy.
There is also a group of monks who are looking for poisoners all over the city, looking furious.
Only by finding the poisoner can we determine the type of poison and then provide targeted treatment.
The whole city is a mess, and there are many things that would be much easier to do.
No one noticed at all that there was a figure walking through the city. Places that were usually inaccessible could now be easily entered.
Just because the guards were also poisoned, each of them had too much time to take care of themselves, so there was no time to care about the others.
One after another special supplies were quietly obtained by Tang Zhen and then transported to the prison.
Even if there is a huge commotion outside, it has nothing to do with Tang Zhen, and there is no need to pay too much attention to it.
After all, this kind of scene has happened many times in the past, and it will be like this every day in the future.
Accustomed to the sight of prisoners being killed, these cold-blooded and crazy residents should also have a taste of being massacred themselves.
Tang Zhen threw the city into chaos, took the opportunity to get the materials he wanted, and then made various items he wanted.
After the production is successful, it is then carefully packaged and hidden in various secret corners of the prison.
These things are very important. They are the guarantee for Tang Zhen to escape from the fragmented world. There must be no problems.
Previous experiments have determined that as long as items are hidden within the bricks of the prison, they will still be there the next day.
The restoration of the fragmented world obviously does not include prisons.
During these repetitive days, Tang Zhen had created many secret compartments to store the items he secretly made.
It can be said that this prison has become his secret warehouse.
Recently, Tang Zhen no longer needs to poison or blow himself up, but quietly waits for the last moment to come.
Because in the moment of life and death, he can always realize something special.
The occurrence of such a situation is likely to be related to ancient creatures, or it may be the power of rules controlled by the other party.
While silently counting the time, Tang Zhen suddenly grinned, and his consciousness instantly fell into darkness.
Another new day is coming, and maybe there will be a new story...