Chapter 406: Get Lost! (13)

After waking up from the dream, Kong Jue was still a little uncomfortable.

His presbyopia was gone, his hands were no longer shaking, the feeling of congestion in his throat was gone, and his golden elixir was back.

In fact, his cultivation was still there, but in order to play the role of a hard worker, Kong Jue selectively forgot his cultivation, which made him a little uncomfortable after regaining his strength, and it took him a while to recover.

After calming down, he began to recall his previous feelings, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

What's so good about Mo City!

The entire Mo City is a huge vampire cave, sucking the blood of a large number of people into it, and finally turning it into a wealth of Mo City.

Every time, the people are first made to suffer, and then these people are forgotten completely after the suffering, and then the resources are tilted to other people, and none of the promised benefits are seen.

Latecomers can enjoy the most benefits. As long as they are more talented, they can get the best education in Mo City, and then start working for the city lord.

What should the people do in the early stage? Has the suffering become sweetness for others?

In the end, he died peacefully, but when he thought about his descendants still being hard laborers, and with the development of Mo City, these hard laborers would become unstable factors in Mo City and be despised by others.

The prosperity is for others, and the blame is for himself, right?

Kong Jue became more and more angry, and even felt a little disgusted when he looked at the city planning he had done before.

Without bothering to ask other people for their opinions, he directly picked up the bamboo slips and revised it again.

At this time, Zhang Ting had just started his own city planning experience journey.

And compared with Kong Jue's city planning, his experience was incomparably worse, comparable to the difficulty of the underworld.

As soon as he entered the Mo City in his dream, the supervisor came up with a whip and whipped him without saying a word.

"Don't think about leaving once you come to Mocheng! You are Mocheng people when you are alive and Mocheng dead when you die. After you die, you must be aware of contributing your flesh to become a flesh puppet. You can't slack off at all!"

"Work, start working now, and work until you have twelve hours a day!"

"You say you can't do it? Wouldn't it be enough if you sleep one hour less? Do you still need me to teach you this truth!"

"Mocheng has given you a job opportunity. You must remember to be grateful and don't be ungrateful. Do you understand!"

Zhang Ting stared blankly at the ferocious supervisor. He never thought that this guy was the one who had been servile to him before.

There were no labor tools or protective facilities on the construction site. One by one, the strong men worked hard under the whip of the supervisor, sweating in the cold wind.

What's more hateful is that there was no place to sleep at night.

The supervisor didn't want them to sleep at all. Being able to lie down in one place for a while was considered a rest.

If they dared to lie down for a while, they would be whipped. Even a strong man couldn't stand this kind of thing.

In less than a few days, some people fell ill one after another, but the city lord didn't care about their lives at all, just threw them out and replaced them with new people.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ting's already confused Tao heart became even more confused.

His planning scheme scored very high, but the price was that every coolie in the early stage was no longer a person, but a consumable.

Not long after, Zhang Ting also exhausted all his energy and was thrown out of Mo City.

Knowing that he was abandoned, Zhang Ting was relieved.

This broken life is not worth a dog.

He thought this was the end, but what happened next told him that he was still too naive.

He just closed his eyes, and appeared in Mo City again in the next second.

Working in confusion, he kept recalling in his mind, and then remembered that according to the game settings, the new coolies were full of energy, so he used this method to constantly drive away the unusable coolies, and then recruited new coolies to continue working.

What a shitty design!

At that time, he was still complacent because he found a loophole in "Simulated Mo City 2", but he never thought that the boomerang would hit him in the face in a blink of an eye, forcing him to continue working.

In his city planning, coolies are consumables. Each coolie's use time does not exceed seven days, and he will be driven away immediately after seven days.

And Zhang Ting was dying and living in this process, constantly repeating the process of "entering the game", "squeezing to death", and "starting over".

When the infrastructure of Mo City was completed, Zhang Ting was numb.

He could not remember how many times he was thrown out, or even how many whips he had received.

He could only remember that he was hungry and had not eaten since he entered here. His only task every day was to work.

Now, he just wanted to find the self who was doing the planning before, and then pull his neck and tell him: "Be a human being, don't do these evil ways."

And when the infrastructure of Mo City was completed and entered the era of cultivation, his work did not stop.

When planning the city, in order to allow the monks to devote themselves to their practice, he did not need to do all the ordinary work, and all was done by the laborers.

Therefore, his daily tasks became cooking for the monks, helping the monks clean the toilets, preparing clothes and teaching materials for the monks, etc.

Even when the monks practiced some magic, he had to be a meat target, with all kinds of inexplicable magic hanging on his body, and he didn't even remember how to return to his hut.

There was no entertainment, and the laborers didn't need entertainment. They just needed to be used up to the last bit of value and then driven away.

In the end, when he saw a brand new Mo City appear in front of him, he was not moved, but resentful.

The seemingly luxurious Mo City, every corner is filled with the sweat and blood of himself and his kind.

The loud bell is not a signal to get up, but the cry of every coolie.

The wine in the wine shop is their sweat, the exquisite food is their flesh and blood, and the whole Mo City is a carnivorous flower, taking root in their flesh and watering beautiful flowers with their blood.

When he woke up from the dream, Zhang Ting tightly grasped his hand and shouted angrily: "Who made this plan? Come out!"

"It's you, what's wrong?" Lin Yuan, who came after hearing the news, asked curiously.

"I want to kill him!"

"Do I need to choose a Feng Shui treasure land for you and let you lie in it?" Lin Yuan continued to ask.

"... It's okay, I'm just talking."

Sighing, Zhang Ting picked up the bamboo slips and prepared to modify it again.

When he looked up, he happened to look at Kong Jue, and they both looked away a little embarrassedly.

After a stalemate, Kong Jue came over and said to Zhang Ting: "You should have experienced your own plan. What do you think?"

"I am really not a human being." Zhang Ting said.

"I also feel that you are not a human being, because your plan is really too torturous. To be honest, after I finished playing with my plan, my Tao heart was in chaos."

"What a coincidence, me too."

"So, how about joining forces and let's try another plan together. This time, how about we work together to study a plan that is friendly to everyone?"

Zhang Ting stared at Kong Jue, and after a while, he said: "Master Kong, you are really becoming more and more like a decent person."

"Get lost!"