Chapter 23
What Qi Gen had engraved on his body was the route map that led him out of Paradise City as a corpse. As long as he found the exit he was sent out from, he would be able to find Paradise City.
As he carved wounds on his body with his nails bitten by teeth, he didn't know if his actions had any meaning, but he still did it. After faking his death and escaping, he even risked being killed and stayed in the corner near the original exit.
The exit is in the black market, so Paradise City is naturally in the central city.
There are many high-rise buildings in the central city that are hundreds of meters high. Such buildings generally require a very high bearing capacity of the foundation. On some planets with relatively soft soil, there may even be as many floors of high-rise buildings as there are floors underground, just like looking in a mirror. On the Prison Planet, due to its special geology and building environment, it does not need to dig too deep a foundation. But if there happens to be a mine tunnel or something under the building, it is not surprising to build a few more floors underground.
Paradise City is in such a place.
There are four buildings connected together. The underground floors are very deep, with at least 20 to 30 floors and at most 50 floors. There are man-made secret passages connecting the four floors, which became the so-called Paradise City.
Rong Yuan stood in front of a stone door. The door was bare, without any decorations or handles, and even the surface was not polished smooth. A careless person might think that a large rock was encountered during the mining process, and therefore give up and regard this as a dead end.
The stone door is thick and heavy. The mechanism to open it should be inside, and it can only be opened from the inside.
——But what does it matter?
Rong Yuan reached out and pressed on the door.
After a few seconds, the stone door began to make a "cracking" sound as if someone had tickled it, and it began to tremble uncontrollably. Stone powder fell down like tears of laughter.
A few seconds later, accompanied by a crisp "click" sound, a crack as thick as a hair appeared on the door. Then, the crack spread like a spider web, and the stone door cracked into countless small pieces. The pieces fell like raindrops, and gray stone powder flew up. The cold and warm air inside and outside met, and a small breeze blew. The stone powder seemed to bypass Rong Yuan who was standing outside the door consciously, and spread a thin layer on the ground.
Two men were standing in the corridor behind the door, holding a package woven with soft rattan. They looked at Rong Yuan, then at the stone door that had disappeared, then at Rong Yuan again, then at the pile of rubble on the ground, and suddenly understood what was going on. They shouted, dropped the package in their hands, and ran away.
“Puff! Puff!”
After two soft sounds, knuckle-sized stones pierced through the foreheads of the two men like bullets. Hot blood spurted out, and the bodies fell to the ground due to inertia, making a dull sound.
“Boom.”
There was another soft sound, and the package they were carrying fell to the ground and rolled half a circle. A pale little hand fell out and hung limply on the ground.
Rong Yuan's eyes fell on it, he paused for a moment, walked over and opened the package, revealing a... no, it should be said that there was half a little girl inside.
Silently, he looked into those eyes filled with despair and fear for a moment, then Rong Yuan reached out and closed her eyes. At the same time, he took out a few finger-long bamboo nails from her body and stood up.
There was still bright red blood dripping from the bamboo nails, Rong Yuan's palms were all red. The color of the nails gradually changed, from black and red to gray-green, and then to metallic iron gray. After a few seconds, the gray faded and turned into bright silver with a cold glow.
At this time, the volume of the bamboo nails also shrunk to about one third, and then several nails melted and deformed like ice cubes. When Rong Yuan stepped out of the corridor, the bamboo nails in his hand had turned into seven small knives about an inch long, without handles, and very sharp at both ends. As soon as he let go of his hands, the seven knives all floated around him and rotated silently, the speed became faster and faster, and even the air seemed to be cut by them. At first glance, it seemed as if there were several more round light spots around Rong Yuan.
This is Rong Yuan’s power—the power of strings.
What is a string? It is the most basic unit that makes up everything in the universe - the energy string. From the universe and the stars to the electrons and quarks, they are all made up of numerous strings. They are both matter and energy, and are in a state of chaotic and orderly vibration at all times. One-dimensional strings are essentially the same, but their different vibrations and movements constitute different basic particles, constitute various energies, and realize the mutual conversion between energy and matter. It can be said that strings are the origin of the universe and time and space.
As for Rong Yuan, he can sense the vibration of the string and then change its vibration.
For example, if he has a stone in his hand, he can easily turn it into gold, or turn it into a flame or a lightning bolt. Of course, the closer the type and composition of the substances are, the easier it is to transform, and the greater the difference, the more difficult it is to transform. For example, a piece of coal can be easily transformed into a diamond with the same carbon structure, but it is much more difficult to transform it into iron, and the difficulty of transforming it into energy such as flame or lightning is geometrically increased.
Theoretically, he could turn a stone into a seed, an embryo, or even a person, but in fact, Rong Yuan could quickly catalyze a seed to mature, bloom and bear fruit, but he couldn't transform inorganic matter into organic compounds, even a multiflagellate. When it comes to life, it contains more than just a simple material structure.
The round silver light flickered, like a miniature full moon, like big stars, and like flying fireflies.
They danced irregularly around the man in the middle, and occasionally crisscrossed smoothly when they were about to collide, as if there was an invisible hand in the air controlling their flight trajectory.
Rong Yuan walked with his eyes closed, his mental power spread out like a tide, covering the entire Paradise City.
Although it is called a city, this place is actually not that big, but the crimes hidden within it are extremely cruel.
Except for the tortured children and young men and women, the souls of the rest of the people, whether they were in control of the place, working here, or coming here for pleasure, were all red to black, black to purple, and even through the thick rocks and more than a dozen layers of walls, he could still seem to smell the rotten, smelly smell of blood.
Death is not a pity!
Seven silver lights flew out, making clear sounds of breaking through the air, just like birds released from a cage, gliding happily in the underground passage.
call out--
The two guards patrolling the corridor suddenly had a bloody hole on their foreheads. They fell down without a sound, and blood splattered everywhere.
Whoosh— —
A small black hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the stone door with a carving of an enchanting woman. A silver light flashed across the neck of a fat man in the house who was having fun with various props. It was extremely light and fleeting, leaving behind an obese corpse and a young girl who was sobbing and screaming.
call out--
In a room full of torture instruments, a dozen men and women with cruel smiles saw the people around them suddenly spurting out large amounts of blood. Before they could react, they themselves lost consciousness in the severe pain.
call out--
After scolding and threatening several subordinates, and watching them all obey orders obediently, the beautiful woman let out a long breath, picked up the wine glass, and then saw a silver light passing through the middle of the wine glass . She blinked, looked down at the bloody hole in her chest, and fell down with a dazed look.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
In the auction room, except for the girl who was hung up with a dog chain around her neck, everyone else turned into corpses in the blink of an eye, and blood flowed all over the floor. The binding of the girl suddenly broke, and she fell to the ground, looking around at a loss, feeling as if in a dream.
In the arena, the audience was screaming and cheering crazily. Two boys who looked exactly the same were facing the approaching stegosaurus. They were about to stab each other with their weapons with tears in their eyes. Suddenly, there were two dings and the weapons broke at the same time. Just when they were feeling infinite despair, they suddenly realized that the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. The shouts and curses of the audience, as well as the gurgling breathing of the stegosaurus, all disappeared.
They looked up and saw the most unforgettable scene in their lives——
All people fell down one after another like cut wheat, and red seemed to be the only color in the world.
In the rooms that were exquisitely designed and could arouse people's evil desires, and in the dark and deep corridors, corpses fell in rows. No matter what their identity, status, or appearance, as long as they "enjoyed" this paradise, the result was only death. The black and red soul light was extinguished in large areas, but until they died, they didn't know who killed them.
Perhaps considering what they had done, this result seemed too merciful, but Rong Yuan had no intention of using the same cruel means on these people. Otherwise, what was the difference between him and them?
He also didn't care who was the leader and who was the subordinate, who was the newcomer and who was the veteran, who did more evil and who did less evil - some things should not be done, even if it was only done once, it is not worth forgiving.
From the moment the silver light flew out to the moment the entire Paradise City fell into terrible silence, the entire process took only ten minutes.
Those who were being tortured, abused and insulted when Rong Yuan walked in were either struggling and crying or enduring it numbly. But a few minutes later, they saw the "distinguished guests" and the "big shots" who manipulated their lives and deaths all lying in a pool of blood. Some were panic-stricken, some were mixed with sadness and joy, some were madly biting the corpses to vent their anger, and some were kneeling on the ground crying and howling like wild beasts.
After a long time, the rooms and cages were opened one by one, and the wounded people inside walked out, looked at each other, and did not say a word for a long time.
On their faces, there is joy of surviving a calamity, satisfaction of revenge, fear of retaliation, hope of rescue, bewilderment about the unknown future, and confusion... Even the most brilliant brush in the world cannot depict the complexity of that moment.
As the crowd gradually gathered together, although they remained silent, there seemed to be an invisible force emerging from those thin, bloodstained bodies. Although this force was still weak, it seemed to have a breathtaking energy.
