Rotten God Kingdom

Director Xiang looked at the monsters around him and felt a strange sense of unease.

Monsters came from all directions, but they all ignored the humans in the Traveler's City.

The photo album is indeed correct.

If you continue forward in the Traveler's City, you will definitely encounter monsters sooner, and damage will be inevitable.

Now, although they have experienced two battles, the losses are barely acceptable.

What exactly is happening now?

It was all destined to happen; they just happened to be here.

Or are their actions the real culprits behind all this?

The director felt that he might never get the answer to the question in his lifetime.

"Director, look! It's Jiang Wang and the others!" Wang Ye stood by the window of the sanctuary, looking in the direction they had come from.

A faint cloud of dust rose up, and three people could be vaguely seen on the car seats.

"That's great!" Director Xiang slapped his thigh, somewhat excited.

His judgment was correct; Jiang Wang was indeed a person capable of creating miracles.

Unfortunately, Jiang Wang refused to stay.

The guide adjusted the speed of the sanctuary, and the entire Traveler's City slowed down in coordination with the sanctuary, all to wait for Jiang Wang and his companions.

Jiangxin's driving skills were quite good; despite the bumpy ride, she successfully brought the group to the city center and where they met their guide.

"Let's go first, get some distance away first." Jiang Wang gazed in the direction of the lake. The light that was gradually spreading dimmed, as if it had exhausted all its power and could no longer catch up with the Traveler's City.

The monsters around the city were scattered, and they seemed to have left the center of the vortex.

Two hours later, it was difficult to see any monsters around the city. You could see their tracks on the ground, and it seemed that all the monsters in the area had been cleared out.

Inside the sanctuary, Jiang Xin was tending to Wang Ye's injuries, Jiang Wang was sitting on the ground recovering his strength, and Wang Jin was looking at the camera over and over again.

"I take primary responsibility for this matter," Director Xiang said, breaking the silence.

"Indeed." Jiang Wang didn't indulge him at all. "You're too superstitious about the guidance of the photo album. This incident serves as a good warning. If the photo album really doesn't work this time, you'll lead the entire city to their deaths."

It's too difficult to mobilize several thousand people.

If it's just a few people, they can leave immediately if they sense something is wrong.

With several thousand people, it's already quite remarkable that there's no chaos when they turn around.

The losses in Traveller's City this time are considerable, with dozens of houses, dozens of cars and motorcycles destroyed, and hundreds of people killed. The exact figures have not yet been tallied.

The parts that are visible to the naked eye are enough to break one's heart.

The director was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, "I will be more careful in the future."

"You can send out a scout team to investigate before deciding whether to rush in, instead of acting impulsively and leading everyone forward."

Jiang Wang believes that criticism is necessary, but after criticism, effective suggestions must be made, otherwise it's all for nothing.

"I know, but the problem now is that travelers can't stray too far from the city. I control the pace of travel within the city not because that's the only way we can go, but because I need to take care of the hikers." The guide also sounded somewhat helpless.

He had considered sending scouts ahead to explore the area.

The conditions in the city of travelers simply do not allow it.

Photo albums limit everyone.

The price for travelers who rashly leave the city is heavy; everyone who leaves the group will be transformed into a monster.

After being abandoned by the city, they will transform into monsters and relentlessly pursue the travelers.

Every so often, the guide would send people to clean up those monsters and those who were once their companions.

"Your 'City of Travelers' is just a name in name only," Jiang Xin couldn't stand it anymore. "As travelers, if you can't even decide where you want to go, can you really be called travelers?"

Director Xiang's expression was very unpleasant. Jiang Xin's words had really hit a nerve, but he really couldn't refute them.

This is the reality of the city of travelers.

A group of travelers, seemingly the freest people in the world, are actually surrounded by shackles.

To survive, one must have suitable superpowers, suitable vehicles, and pray that the album provides a suitable destination so that they can replenish sufficient supplies.

They can travel to any place in the world, but they can't decide where to go first or where to stay.

Everything must follow the instructions in the photo album.

How could they possibly be called travelers?

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about these heavy topics. Let's look at the photos I took."

Wang Jin waved to Jiang Wang and the others while holding up his camera, looking very excited.

Jiang Wang had seen the contents of Wang Jin's photo before, even with his own eyes, so it wasn't something to excite him.

The others showed considerable interest.

"This is a great shot, so realistic. I almost thought it was just a tattered plastic bag," Wang Ye exclaimed, looking at the photo.

"Give me a break, this pile of plastic bags isn't going to kill you."

"That's...that's..."

Wang Yeguang felt that his wounds no longer hurt after looking at the photos.

He speaks with great energy.

Jiang Xin was also very interested, but she acted very reserved. Most of the time, Jiang Xin was still very ladylike.

"You stayed here just to film these?" Director Xiang asked incredulously.

Wang Jin nodded and said, "Yes, I realized that these monsters were ignoring me, so I decided to stay. Anyway, given the situation just now, running away might have meant certain death, so I might as well stay and do something meaningful."

Jiang Wang didn't quite agree with the meaning Wang Jin was talking about. If he died in the monster tide, everything he had done would seem like a joke, and no one would remember it.

Wang Jin argued vehemently: "As long as the camera can be preserved, death is death. A hundred years from now, everyone here will be dead, but my work may be preserved. If humanity is still alive by then, there will be a chance to see everything I have left behind."

Jiang Wang was speechless.

His world is too small to contain such high-class things.

His wish was simple: to find a safe place to watch Jiangxin grow up happily, and if possible, to watch her get married.

It's that simple.

Director Xiang suddenly approached Wang Jin with a photo album in hand, looked him over carefully, and said, "I think you might have the ability to master this photo album now."

Wang Jin didn't believe it at all.

"I haven't been in the city for long, so why didn't I have any at first, but now I do? Don't lie to me."

Jiang Xin chuckled and said, "I think something as magical as a photo album wouldn't approve of someone who goes straight to dating a rich woman as soon as they come to the city."

Wang Jin was a little embarrassed, his face flushed, and he stammered, "Can that be called dating a rich woman? That's called mutual benefit, don't you understand? I'm just trying to survive."

"Brother, do you remember what you said the day we met?" Jiang Wang said seriously, "You said you were prepared to die in the wilderness. Maybe when you entered the city and heard that middle-aged man talk about the realities of the city, you didn't waver and stuck to your principles. Perhaps then, during the welcoming ceremony, you wouldn't have only awakened such an ordinary ability."

Jiang Wang remembered that the place where they lit the campfire that night was not on the route of the Traveler's City. After picking up Jiang Wang and his group, the city slightly adjusted its direction of travel.

A person who can inspire a city to actively seek out and meet them should not be so mediocre.

When did Wang Jin become ordinary?

Wang Jin actually had the answer in his heart.

He was deeply impressed when he saw this magical city.

He succumbed to a silent city, casting aside his own free will.

It wasn't until just now, when he risked his life to chase the scenery he wanted, that Wang Jin regained his sense of being a traveler.

"How about it, want to give it a try?" the guide urged.

"How do we try?" Wang Jin took a deep breath. He felt that Jiang Wang was right. He should follow his heart and not be afraid or bothered by the trouble.

Jiang Wang felt he had some experience with this.

His medical records were taken away by the bureau chief, and now the photo album is ownerless, so Jiang Wang's method definitely won't work.

You could try Ye Xun's method.

"Why don't you try eating the photo album?"

Wang Jin glanced at Jiang Wang expressionlessly, his gaze as if he were looking at an idiot.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm serious." Jiang Wang was getting anxious. Why didn't this person believe him? He saw it with his own eyes, how could it be fake?

Director Xiang interrupted their conversation, looking at Wang Jin and saying, "Put your hand up here and try to resonate with the photo album."

Wang Jin did as instructed, closing his eyes and feeling it for a while.

"How is it?" the director asked expectantly.

"Halfway there," Wang Jin said, clicking his tongue after a moment of reflection.

"Success is success, failure is failure. What does 'half-success' even mean?" Jiang Xin rolled her eyes. She thought this person was really unreliable.

Since I met him, nothing he's done has been reliable.

"It's like this: I can use its power to change some things, but the most fundamental thing about the photo album is resisting me." Wang Jin felt that his description was very accurate.

"Try changing some of the city's rules, like allowing travelers to leave freely." The guide's eyes grew increasingly expectant.

"Yes," Wang Jin nodded. "I can sense that besides the photos, there are also some tadpole-like characters inside the album. I can understand those characters and can erase or modify some of them. What you mentioned is exactly within my modification permissions."

Director Xiang couldn't help but clench his fist tightly.

It worked! Hard work pays off.

It was worth all those years he waited.

"Alright." Wang Jinchao nodded to the guide.

The guide stammered, "That's it? No need for anything else? Like a bath or incense?"

Wang Jin looked at Director Xiang as if he were looking at an idiot.

Someone who has always been so composed now acts like an immature child.

It's fine now, why ask any more questions?

Director Xiang shoved the photo album into Wang Jin's arms and urged, "Open it."

Wang Jin did as instructed.

The photo album pages are turned one by one, from the first page to the last, flashing by in an instant.

Wang Jin didn't bleed, and his complexion didn't change at all; he seemed completely unharmed.

If Director Xiang tries to open this book, bleeding from all seven orifices will be the least of his worries.

He suddenly burst into laughter: "Good, good, good, listen to me, I'm going to test whether you've successfully modified the city's laws. If I die and turn into a monster, remember to send someone to eliminate me, and then lead this city on its way."

"Lend me your motorcycle."

"Hey, you son of a bitch, I didn't agree to that!" Wang Jin shouted anxiously.

Director Xiang didn't care whether Wang Jin agreed or not. He borrowed a motorcycle from Jiang Xin, parked it at the church, and sped off towards the side of the city.

The cessation of the sanctuary left all the travelers slightly puzzled, as they assumed the guide had found a new direction for them.

then.

They watched their guide ride his motorcycle away into the distance, gradually becoming a black dot in their sight.

They were surprised, puzzled, and confused.

I don't know why the guide suddenly went crazy and committed suicide. Everyone knows that you can't leave the Traveler's City, or you'll turn into a monster.

Immediately afterwards, they panicked.

The director is dead; who will lead them on this journey?

Jiang Wang sighed softly in the sanctuary, using his awakened mobile house ability for the first time.

The church continued forward.

The panic among the crowd did not last long.

As long as the sanctuary stands, the direction of the Traveler's City remains.

The guide, feeling the free wind blowing across the wilderness, was moved to tears.

He had gone far enough away from the city; he was not dead.

This means that all travelers who want to leave the Traveler's City will not die.

Tears blurred his vision, and the director couldn't see the road ahead. The front wheel of the motorcycle hit a rock, and the motorcycle crashed heavily to the ground with the director in it. The director's arms and torso were smashed and bloodied.

But he was smiling.

From this day forward, travelers in the City of Travelers truly possess freedom.