Chapter 4323: come, witch

The moment he entered the gate, Tang Zhen felt a force coming, surrounding his body.
Similar to the power of rules, but different, this is obviously a special method of the Yuan clan.
Although Tang Zhen could perceive it, he did not study it in depth. Now is not the right time.
Then there are options to choose the sobriety of the character, and to load some special abilities.
Similar to the talent plug-in, you can do whatever you want when you play the game.
Of course, all of these abilities need to be purchased, and the more advanced the options are, the more so.
It has to be said here that at least in terms of playing games, the Yuan clan has achieved fairness and justice, and has not given themselves special privileges.
After all, then the gameplay will be greatly reduced.
However, the high consumption is enough to discourage many consumers, but the rich Yuan people can choose whatever they want.
In the game world, different rewards will be randomly set, and many prizes are exciting.
Even the people of the Yuan clan will try their best to and make money, and the right should be the welfare issued by the lord.
Tang Zhen was penniless and naturally had no right to choose, so he could only close all kinds of talent plug-ins.
There is no way to choose an identity occupation, only random selection, basically not a very good low-level role.
Although the game world is free to enter, it is obviously not very friendly to the prostitution party, and it is really difficult to do without spending money.
Choosing a random birth, the mysterious power came again, trying to block Tang Zhen's memory, and then entering false information.
In this way, it can be perfectly substituted into the game world and then sent to the corresponding location.
Tang Zhen is a with special means to shield from the invasion of this unknown force.
In the process of memory instillation, you can always stay awake and know what happened.
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 likely to be a kingdom of gods, so there will be strange powers with similar rules, and you can arrange your identities as you like.
Although this can be done with technological means, there must be loopholes.
Because of the existence of dark energy, even if a cultivator enters, it will not take the slightest advantage.
If the kingdom of God exists, it must be bound to the gods, which means that there is a who is always responsible for the operation of the game world.
It's really sad to think about a dignified spiritual monk who has become an entertainment tool.
Things like this are not uncommon within the Yuan clan.
For example, processing the heads of gods and making them into special gods is one of the despicable actions of the Yuan clan.
Using the body of the gods to manufacture various weapons and equipment is also all the rage within the Yuan clan.
Thinking of these, Tang Zhen couldn't help shaking his head secretly, always feeling that the arrogant Yuan clan was dying.
It can be rampant for a while, but it can never last forever, and sooner or later there will be retribution.
At that time, everything that was done in the past will be recovered 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 a tattered suit with mud on his hands and feet.
The strong sour smell emanated from his body, probably because he hadn't bathed for a long time.
A loud noise came from the entrance of the village, and many villagers gathered together.
Their clothes were tattered, their faces were haggard, men and women, young and old.
The villagers gathered together, shouting and cursing loudly, cruelty and excitement flashing in their cloudy yellow eyes.
Others picked up stones and clods, spit out fishy saliva, and smashed them forward viciously.
Surrounded by a woman, tall and slender, with long blond hair, her face is fair and refined.
Although wearing a shabby skirt, it is out of tune with the villagers who are dressed in the same way, like a golden lotus flower that is unstained from the mud.
Perhaps it was this kind of temperament and appearance that brought disaster to the woman, causing her to be tied to a big tree, and people kept bringing in firewood.
Pile around the woman, obviously to burn her to death.
There were several men and women standing next to them, neatly dressed, and they kept a distance from the angry villagers to show their different identities.
Occasionally looking at women, there is greed and jealousy in his eyes, and there is also a trace of regret.
Such a beautiful woman will soon be burned into coke, which is indeed a very wasteful behavior.
There was also a sloppy woman next to her, with a mole on her nose, cursing loudly.
In the process of cursing, he would also grab the cow dung on the ground and smash it on the head and face of the blond woman.
"It was this witch who killed my husband, killed my son, and brought misfortune to the village.
This witch must be burnt to death so that the calamity can be eliminated, otherwise bad luck will befall everyone! "
The sloppy woman said loudly, looking like she was bitter and hated, but everyone around her kept nodding her head.
They wouldn't necessarily believe it, but they'd love to see a blond woman burned to death, and that would give birth to a strange joy.
It is not themselves who are hurt, and they will feel inexplicably happy when they see others unlucky.
The bearded man, who should be a village chief or a priest, stood up amidst the swearing of the crowd.
He didn't ask the blonde woman if she was wronged, but just repeated what the sloppy woman said.
In the end, it was sentenced that the blonde woman had been possessed by a demon and had to be burned to death in order to be purified.
The blond woman tied to a tree, covered in filth and feces, struggled and twisted desperately, as if she had something to say.
But her small, ruddy mouth was entangled in a rag, and she couldn't argue at all.
"Burn her, burn this witch!"
As the village head pronounced the sentence, the villagers cheered again and looked at the man holding the torch with anticipation.
The man smiled grimly, and when he looked at the blonde woman, he was full of greed and revenge mockery.
If you can't get a woman, you will completely destroy her. This is really a very exciting thing.
When the burning torch falls, it will set the bundles of branches on fire.
The desperate blond woman, with tears in her eyes, has completely given up her despair.
When the smoke slowly rose and the roaring flames were about to erupt, suddenly there was a gunshot.
The strong man holding the torch, half of his face was beaten to a pulp, and he fell softly to the ground.
The body twitched continuously, blood and brains spattered.
The cruel and excited villagers were overwhelmed by fright and looked around in horror.
The brawny men who were headshot scared their guts out.
This is a group of despicable and cruel pariahs, who will only throw their fists at the weaker, and will be extremely humble and cowardly when facing the strong.
Before he could figure out the situation, several shots were fired again, and several villagers named Xiao Zuihuan were also knocked down, and blood kept pouring out of their bodies.
"Run!"
The villagers screamed and ran around in panic, trying to avoid the bullets.
But they soon discovered that the village was surrounded by people, and there were figures with muskets everywhere.
These people looked cold, raised their weapons, and the muzzles of the guns continued to spray thick smoke.
Lead projectiles flew out of the smooth barrel, gliding at subsonic speeds, shredding rags and shooting into the body.
The terrified villagers widened their eyes, and kept wailing and begging for mercy, not understanding why they were massacred.
At the same time, behind the room next to Tang Zhen, a burly man came out.
Waving a slender sword, he chopped off the head of a villager, and then looked at Tang Zhen who was standing in the middle of the road.
With a cruel smile on his cold and numb face, he took out a musket directly from his waist.
The thick horn-shaped muzzle aimed at Tang Zhen in front of him and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
As the smoke of the musket rose, the expression of the strong man changed, from cruel to terrified.
He clearly saw that the young villager stretched out his hand and grabbed the bullet that was shot to the heart.