Chapter 3518: Urban 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 the carefully prepared sacrifices will be sacrificed to the gods.
Among these sacrifices to the gods, many came from the contributions of the residents, just in exchange for more divine grace.
The more sacrifices you give, the more rewards you get, and every time you get an immediate effect.
Residents have become more aware of the existence of the gods, and become more active in offering sacrifices, and they regard it as the supreme glory.
As time approached, residents began to gather on both sides of the street, waiting for the beginning of the sacrifice.
Although I have experienced it many times, every sacrifice is as lively as a festival.
It's just that today, for some reason, many residents are depressed, and they will hold their stomachs from time to time.
Looking at their expressions, it was obvious that they were enduring pain.
However, the celebration of sacrifice is about to begin. People are more concerned about this matter and don't care too much about this small anomaly.
Soon it was time for sacrifice, and the prisoners were driven out of the prison and marched along the wide road.
Residents guarded both sides of the road and kept cheering. This was their happiest moment.
However, in the process of cheering, someone fell to the ground from time to time, his complexion blue and unable to get up.
The emergence of such a situation did not affect the progress of the ceremony. At this moment, there is only one thing in the hearts of the enthusiastic residents.
They followed the team closely, gathered on the square, waiting for the prisoners to be chopped off their heads, and then enjoying the gifts of the gods.
Driven by the fierce soldiers, the prisoners with numb expressions climbed to the altar of the tower and were then pressed onto the stone bed.
After the chanting of the sacrificial text, the prisoners were beheaded one after another after the red robe priest gave an order.
The residents below cheered loudly. They felt the gift of the gods, which made them feel happy and powerful.
Especially those who sacrifice items have a clearer feeling, as if they have been sublimated from body to soul.
They cheered and vented their joy.
But when the crowd was about to evacuate after the sacrifice, screams and groans suddenly erupted.
Above the wide square, there were a lot of residents standing upside down, all complexions and breathing weak.
Some of the residents are no longer breathing.
The unexpected change caused panic, and the residents became at a loss and did not understand what had happened.
The monks and witch doctors arrived soon, and after examining the sick and the corpses, they quickly came up with the answer.
Poisoning.
All the residents with 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 scream while clutching their stomachs.
The square that was bustling and cheering before, is now full of screams and howling, and the scene is shocking.
It was not only the residents who were poisoned, but also the soldiers, but they also continued to fall to the ground.
"Quickly check for me, there must be a problem with the food and water source!"
The city lord who heard the news 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 crystal clear, and a huge windmill was erected on it.
When the windmill rotates, it will continuously lift the well water and then pour it into the top tank.
There are dozens of water tanks above the water tank, leading to different corners of the city, and residents can directly extract water if they use water.
This water supply system is exquisitely designed, which provides great convenience to residents, and at the same time becomes one of the urban landscapes.
But today, it has become the source of poisoning the entire city.
With an order, the well was immediately sealed, and the windmill began to spin.
The witch doctors immediately tested it and quickly concluded that someone had indeed poisoned the well water.
As for the type of poison, it is still uncertain, let alone how many residents drank poisonous well water.
The only thing that can be done now is to close the well and not allow anyone to drink.
I believe that as time goes by, the toxicity will slowly diminish until it disappears completely.
Or figure out the type of toxin, and create a corresponding antidote, which can also resolve the severe poison in the water.
In the process of research, news kept coming, and the number of poisoned residents was increasing.
Many of the residents have lost their lives.
The panicked residents asked the monks for help, praying to the gods to help dissolve the antidote, but it was of no use at all.
The witch doctor's methods are somewhat effective, but the limited medicinal materials can't save so many patients in the city.
In the process of collecting medicinal materials, more poisoned people appeared, and casualties had reached an uncontrollable degree.
Because of water poisoning, the entire city is in a mess, and many residents place their hopes on the gods.
But if you want to pray for the gifts of the gods to resolve the disaster, you must offer sacrifices. The problem is that there is no prisoner in the city at this moment.
Some residents with red eyes turned their gazes to the people around them, and the killing intent flashed in their eyes.
No one stipulates that residents cannot be sacrifices.
But in the end, he didn't dare to do it, because only the city lord could make such a decision. If other residents dared to do so, they would definitely be killed by angry residents.
Besides, if there is not enough quantity, the sacrifice will have no effect. This is something everyone knows.
In fact, even if it is really done, it may not be effective, because the purpose of the Fragmented World is to obliterate the spirits of the monks.
The residents of these cities are nothing more than props. Even if they are all dead today, they will all be resurrected tomorrow.
They will never change the original script because of their prayers and plea, which may cause unexpected changes.
Ancient creatures that are dormant, slow and lazy.
There is also a group of monks looking for poisoners all over the city, looking furious.
Only when the poisoner is found can the type of poison be judged, and then targeted treatment can be carried out.
The whole city is chaotic, there are many things, and it will be much easier to do it again.
No one noticed at all, there was a figure shuttled through the city, and it was now easy to enter the places that were usually and difficult to approach.
Just because the guards were also poisoned, each one was overwhelmed, and there was no time to pay attention to others.
One by one, Tang Zhen quietly obtained special materials one after another, and then transported them to the prison.
Even if the turmoil outside has nothing to do with Tang Zhen, there is no need to pay too much attention.
After all, such a scene has happened many times in the past, and it will be the same every day in the future.
Seeing the scene of prisoners being killed, these cold-blooded and crazy residents should also taste the taste of themselves being massacred.
Tang Zhen messed up the city, took the opportunity to get the materials he wanted, and then made all kinds of things he wanted.
After the production is successful, it will be carefully packaged and hidden in every hidden corner of the prison.
These things are very important, they are the guarantee for Tang Zhen to escape from the fragmented world, and there must be no problems.
Previous experiments have determined that as long as the objects are hidden in the brick body of the prison, they will still exist the next day.
The restoration of the fragmented world obviously does not include prisons.
During this period of repeated days, Tang Zhen had already created a lot of hidden compartments to store the secretly crafted items.
It can be said that this prison has become his secret warehouse.
In the recent period, Tang Zhen no longer needs to poison or blow himself to death, but quietly waited for the last moment to come.
Because in the moment of life and death, he can always feel something special.
The occurrence of such a situation is likely to be related to ancient creatures, perhaps the power of the rules controlled by the other party.
While silently calculating the time, Tang Zhen suddenly grinned, his consciousness plunged into darkness instantly.
Another day is coming, and maybe there will be a new story...