Chapter 3516 City Disaster
A new day is coming.
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 offered to the gods.
Many of these sacrifices to the gods come from the residents' contributions, just in exchange for more divine favors.
The more sacrifices you give, the more rewards you get, and the results are immediate every time.
The 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 approaches, residents begin 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 reason today, many residents are listless and clutching their stomachs from time to time.
Looking at 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 kept moving along the wide avenue.
The 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.
Such a situation occurred, but it 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 be beheaded before enjoying 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 recitation was completed, the prisoners were killed one after another with the order given by the red-robed priest.
The residents below cheered loudly. They felt the gifts from the gods, which made them feel happy and powerful.
Especially those who sacrifice objects, they have a clearer feeling, as if they have been sublimated from body to soul.
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.
On the wide square, I saw many residents lying in various directions, all with blue faces and weak breathing.
Some of the residents were no longer breathing.
The unexpected turn of events caused panic, and residents became overwhelmed and couldn't figure out what was going on.
Soon monks and witch doctors arrived. After examining the sick and corpses, they quickly came up with the answer.
Poisoning.
All the residents who show this symptom have taken poison, which is why this situation occurs.
During the testing process, from time to time, 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. The scene was shocking.
Not only the residents were poisoned, but the soldiers also fell to the ground one after another.
"Hurry and check for me, 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 is a large well with a diameter of five meters. The water is clear and crystal clear, and a huge windmill is erected on it.
When the windmill rotates, it will continuously lift the well water and then inject it into the uppermost water tank.
There are dozens of sinks on 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 the source of poison to the residents of the whole city.
With 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 toxin and create the corresponding antidote, which can also dissolve the poison in the water.
During the research process, news continued to come in that the number of poisoned residents was increasing.
Many of the residents have already 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 slightly 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 have reached an uncontrollable level.
Due to the poisoning of the water source, the whole city is in chaos, and many residents place 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.
We will never change the original script because of their prayers and pleas, as that may lead to unexpected changes.
An ancient creature that fell into dormancy, 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 in chaos, and there are many things that would be much easier to do.
No one noticed at all, there was a figure walking through the city. Places that were usually difficult to access could now be easily entered.
Because the guards were also poisoned, and each of them had too much time to take care of themselves, 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.
Having been accustomed to seeing prisoners being killed, these cold-blooded and crazy residents should also have a taste of being massacred.
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 will be carefully packaged and hidden in every secret corner 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 has 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 feel something special.
Such a situation is likely to be related to ancient creatures, or perhaps 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.
A new day is coming, and maybe a new story will happen...
(End of this chapter)