I have a city in another world

The residents of this street were still shaken and filled with fear and unease.

The way they looked at Tang Zhen had changed drastically. They no longer regarded him as a kind and easy-going new neighbor, but as a dangerous person with strange and mysterious abilities.

After all, what they had just experienced was truly painful and distressing, as if they had become humble ants, easily trampled into dust by a child on the roadside.

Little did they know that the terrifying phantom in mid-air was actually an ancient god that they would never have been able to come into contact with or witness under normal circumstances.

Fortunately, it was only a fleeting moment. If the force of the intervention had been stronger, the nearby people would not have simply vomited and been terrified, but would have been transformed into twisted monsters.

The power of the gods is so terrifying that it can easily influence the rules, and ordinary people who do not possess extraordinary power are simply unable to resist it.

Under normal circumstances, one should definitely stay away from these dangerous deities to avoid causing irreversible harm to oneself.

This is true not only for mortals, but especially for cultivators, because their senses are more acute and they are more easily influenced and anchored by divine power.

However, the power of the gods is dangerous and powerful, possessing immense allure, leading many cultivators to choose to take the risk.

Thus, all sorts of secret techniques related to gods circulated throughout the myriad realms. Some were merely fabrications with false and untrue content, while others were genuine and effective, but required paying a huge price.

Tang Zhen knew a great deal about this kind of secret technique, but he would never use it lightly.

After all, he understood the underlying logic of this exchange and knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

Nuchuan City is now facing a death crisis. If nothing unexpected happens, all the people in the city are destined to die.

Compared to the collective death, the price paid for communicating with the ancient gods seems insignificant.

I believe many people will make their own choices in order to survive.

However, Tang Zhen would not explicitly reveal the secrets behind this. For ordinary mortals, some explanations are unnecessary, as they would only bring greater confusion and trouble.

At this moment, everyone's attention was drawn to the rapidly growing plant, which had grown to a height of four or five meters in a short period of time.

The vines that originally needed to cling to objects to climb upwards have now transformed into a tree-like form.

The most frightening thing is that this plant underwent some terrifying changes during its growth.

The bark became like rough skin, with sparse, hair-like growths. The branches that grew resembled thin, bony arms, with crisscrossing veins and blood vessels underneath.

The leaves are dark red, matching the color of the internal organs, and emit a faint fishy odor.

Amidst the astonished and terrified gazes of the crowd, the plant unexpectedly sprouted flowers, also blood-red, emitting a sweet, fishy odor.

As the plant continues to grow, many aerial roots droop down from the outstretched branches and embed themselves deeply into the soil below.

When it grew to about ten meters, this strange fleshy plant finally stopped growing, but it had already occupied an area of ​​enough space to fill a room, like a small, dense forest.

Then, some sharp-eyed people noticed that among the blood-red branches and leaves, there were fist-sized fruits with fine hairs at the top and the outline of human faces at the bottom, like miniature human heads.

As the branches trembled, the fruits seemed to come alive, sending chills down one's spine.

"What...what the hell is this?"

In a nearby house, a man secretly watching trembled as he stared at the strange plant before him, his expression turning extremely grave.

"You continue to observe, I'm going out for a bit."

After a brief hesitation, the man gave an order to his companion, immediately turned around and walked out the back door, rushing towards the city lord's mansion at top speed.

The Lord of Nuchuan City couldn't possibly ignore a dangerous figure like Tang Zhen. He had already dispatched his men to secretly monitor him, and any suspicious activity was to be reported immediately. Today's matter was clearly not simple, and the Lord of Nuchuan needed to be informed.

After rushing all the way, they finally arrived at the city lord's mansion, and the man immediately reported the news to the intelligence chief.

The intelligence chief was equally shocked upon hearing this and immediately turned to find Zhao Heng.

However, they were told that the city lord was busy and it was inconvenient for them to meet.

When asked when he could see the city lord, he was told that it was unclear and he should just wait patiently.

The intelligence chief was puzzled. At such a critical moment, the city lord had gone missing. Such behavior was very unusual.

As a confidant of the city lord, it was indeed unsettling that he couldn't even see the other party.

Suppressing his doubts, the intelligence chief decided to send more people to further intensify surveillance of Tang Zhen.

He had a feeling that this unknown powerful figure hiding in the city had probably done something extraordinary.

The situation is dire; Nuchuan City is in grave danger, and we absolutely cannot allow any further unforeseen events to occur.

If Tang Zhen's actions pose a threat to Nuchuan City, even if the other party is a powerful cultivator, we must find a way to confront him.

At the same time, the wealthy and powerful families in the city, including the enemy cultivators hiding in the shadows, all received this message one after another.

They all dispatched people to that previously neglected street, trying to find out what had happened.

Not long after, more news came.

The residents of that street actually went out to search for the body, brought it back, and threw it under the roots of the strange plant.

They did this because of the promise Tang Zhen made, who said they could exchange it for food.

To prove he wasn't lying, Tang Zhen publicly displayed a large quantity of grain, all of which he had specially stockpiled before the siege crisis.

The people, who were so hungry that their vision was blurred, immediately became enthusiastic when they heard that there was food. They suppressed their fear and took the initiative to go out into the streets to search for the remains of the victims.

In Nuchuan City today, many people are dead, but the situation cannot be dealt with in a timely and effective manner.

In the roadside ditches and in the silent courtyards, there were a large number of corpses, emanating a nauseating stench.

This is a vicious cycle; the situation will only get worse, and more and more people will die in the city until everyone dies.

The besiegers' vicious plan has already begun to show results. If things continue like this, it won't be long before Nuchuan City becomes a dead city filled with the stench of corpses.

In the following days, the remains were transported to the base of that strange tree, where they quickly piled up.

At this moment, everyone saw that the tree roots buried in the soil were rapidly wriggling, dragging the corpses into the mud.

Before long, the ground was clean, except for the fresh soil.

Such a bizarre sight is enough to send chills down your spine, but in order to survive, you have no choice but to suppress the fear in your heart.

Meanwhile, some people noticed that the human-head fruits on the branches were getting bigger and bigger, and their faces were becoming clearer. They were indeed male and female, and almost indistinguishable from human faces.

They even have expressions, each with its own unique joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, as if they were alive.

The tree, laden with fruit shaped like human heads, looked down upon the terrified people, a sinister smile playing on its lips. (End of Chapter)