Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 406: Get Out! (13)

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

The presbyopia is gone, the hands stop shaking, the feeling of congestion in the throat is gone, and my golden elixir has returned.

In fact, his cultivation was still there, but in order to play the role of a hard worker well, Kong Jue selectively forgot his cultivation. This made him a little uncomfortable after he regained 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 den that sucks in the blood of a large number of people and finally turns it into the wealth of Mo City.

Every time, the people are made to suffer first, and then they are completely forgotten about. Then the resources are transferred to other people, and none of the promised benefits are seen.

Latecomers, on the other hand, can enjoy the most benefits. As long as they have higher talents, they can receive the best education in Mo City and then start working for the city lord.

What should people do in the early stage? Will the bitterness they endure become sweetness for others?
In the end, he passed away peacefully, but when I thought about the fact that his descendants would still be hard laborers, and as Mo City developed, these hard laborers would become an unstable factor in Mo City and would be despised by others.

The prosperity belongs to others, and the blame is all yours, right?

The more Kong Jue thought about it, the angrier he became. He even felt a little disgusted when looking back at the city planning he had done before.

Without bothering to ask for other people's opinions, he simply picked up the bamboo slips and started to revise them.

At this time, Zhang Ting had just started her own urban planning experience journey.

Moreover, compared with Kong Jue’s urban planning, his experience was incomparably worse, comparable to the difficulty of the underworld.

As soon as I entered the Mo City in my dream, the supervisor came up with a whip and hit me without saying a word.

"Once you come to Mo City, don't even think about leaving! You are Mo City's people when you are alive and you are Mo City's dead when you die. Even after you die, you must be prepared to sacrifice your bodies to become flesh puppets. You can't slack off at all!"

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

"You said you can't do it? Wouldn't it be possible if you slept one hour less? Do you need me to teach you this?"

"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, never imagining that this guy was the one who had been servile to her before.

There were no tools or protective facilities on the construction site. Strong men were working hard under the whip of their supervisors, sweating in the cold wind.

What’s even more hateful is that there is 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 rest.

If you dare to lie down for a while longer, you will be whipped. Even a strong man cannot stand this.

Within a few days, people began to fall ill one after another, but the city lord didn't care about their lives or deaths. He just threw them out and replaced them with new people.

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

The score of my own planning scheme is quite high, but the price is that every laborer in the early stage is no longer a human being, but a consumable material.

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

Zhang Ting felt relieved when she knew she was abandoned.

Even a dog wouldn't do anything in this miserable day.

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

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

He worked in confusion, constantly recalling in his mind, and then remembered that according to the game settings, the new laborers were full of energy, so he used this method to constantly drive away the laborers who were no longer needed, and then recruit new laborers to continue working. What a bullshit design!
At that time, he was still feeling complacent about discovering a loophole in "Simulated Mo City 2", but he never expected that the boomerang would hit him in the face in the blink of an eye, forcing him to continue working.

In his urban planning, coolies were consumables. Each coolie was only used for no more than seven days and would be driven away immediately after the seven days.

Zhang Ting went through life and death in this process, constantly repeating the process of "entering the game", "being squeezed to death", and "starting over again".

By the time the infrastructure of Mo City was completed, Zhang Ting was already numb.

He couldn't remember how many times he was thrown out, or even how many times he was whipped.

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

Now, he just wanted to find his former self who was making plans, and then pull his neck and tell him: "Be a human being, and stop doing these evil things."

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

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

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

Even when the monks were practicing some magic, he had to be a human target, with all kinds of inexplicable magic hanging on his body, and he couldn't even remember how he returned to his own hut.

There is no entertainment at all. The hard laborers don't need entertainment. They just need to be exhausted of their last bit of value and then driven away.

In the end, when he saw a brand new Mo City appear before his eyes, he felt not emotion but resentment.

Every corner of the seemingly luxurious Mo City 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 laborer.

The wine in the tavern is their sweat, the delicious food is their flesh and blood, and the entire Mo City is a carnivorous plant, taking root in their flesh and watering beautiful flowers with their blood.

After waking up from the dream, Zhang Ting clenched his hands tightly 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'm going to kill him!"

"Do we need to choose a Feng Shui good place for you and let you lie down 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 make some more revisions.

When he looked up, he happened to meet Kong Jue's eyes, and they both looked away awkwardly.

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

"I'm really not a human being." Zhang Ting said.

"I also feel that you are not human, because your plan is really too torturous. Frankly speaking, after I finished my plan, my mind was in turmoil."

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"So, how about we join forces and try to come up with another plan together. This time, how about we work together to come up with a plan that is friendly to everyone?"

Zhang Ting stared at Kong Jue for a while and said, "Master Kong, you are really becoming more and more upright."

"roll!"

(End of this chapter)