Thousands of slave miners were crowded into the small square in the middle of the camp.
Boom, boom, boom.
At this time, a heavy voice sounded. The slaves shrank their eyes and saw two pairs of armored monks coming out. These monks were all overseers and were no strangers to them. But at this time, they all put on black treasure armor with spiritual light flowing on it, holding hands in their hands.
He was fully armed with the long sword, a standard magic weapon, and a wave of evil aura rushed towards his face.
The leader, wearing bronze treasured armor with streaks of blood on it, was none other than Cao Zhao, the supervisory captain of this mine camp.
At this time, Cao Zhao was dragging a broadsword like a door panel.
The tip of the knife rubbed against the ground, making a sizzling sound.
For some reason, the hearts of all the miners tightened, and the originally noisy voices suddenly became quiet, and there was an uneasy and depressing atmosphere flowing in the air.
Slave miners are not fools. Usually these supervisors are dressed in ordinary clothes and are rarely so fully armed.
What's more, they were all forced to dig underground day and night, but suddenly they were all summoned to the surface. It was obvious that something big had happened.
Bang!
Cao Zhao walked up to all the slave miners and held the big knife in front of him. His dark eyes scanned the thousands of slaves in front of him, with a hint of blood.
He suddenly sneered: "Are any of you dissatisfied with me?"
All the slave miners looked at each other, no one dared to say a word.
Cao Zhao suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the miner closest to him: "Are you dissatisfied with me?"
"No, no." The miner shook his head hurriedly, not daring to look directly into Cao Zhao's eyes.
"No?" Cao Zhao smiled slightly: "In the past two months, have you paid enough ore?"
"Master Cao, not yet..."
Just as the miner was about to explain, a jet-black blade struck down, and the miner was split into two pieces from head to toe. Cao Zhao flicked the big knife in his hand, and blood droplets flew: "The first one."
He looked at the second person and said with a smile: "What about you, have you paid enough ore this month?"
"Master Cao, I'll do it right away, right away..." the slave miner shouted hurriedly.
Poof!
The sword flashed, and the slave miner died on the spot. Cao Zhao licked the blood drops that sprayed on his face, and laughed ferociously: "Then it's gone...the second one."
Then, the third, the fourth...
Cao Zhao walked up to each of the slave miners. No matter how they begged for mercy, resisted, or ran away, as long as they replied that they had not handed over the ore, Cao Zhao would cut them into pieces without saying a word.
In just one stick of incense, more than a hundred miners were killed by Cao Zhao.
There were bloody corpses all over the ground, and the pungent smell of blood filled the sky.
The remaining slave miners went crazy. Is this Cao Zhao crazy?
Although I have killed people before.
But at most, we can kill a few thornheads. As long as everyone obeys the rules, there is no risk to their lives. But now, Cao Zhao is killing without rules. As long as he says that he has not handed over the ore, he will kill them directly.
Both of them understand how difficult mining is and almost never complete the task.
Isn’t this inevitable death?
Some people want to run away, but they are surrounded by supervisors and monks. Their cultivation is imprisoned. In the eyes of these supervisors, they are like ants. Anyone who dares to run will be killed on the spot.
After killing hundreds of slaves, the evil fire in Cao Zhao's heart finally vented some.
When he walked to another miner, the miner yelled as fast as possible, "Master Cao, you can kill me, but I don't want to die in an unknown way. I have paid every month before. Master Li Hong can
Bear witness for me."
"Li Hong?" Cao Zhao looked at a supervisor on the side.
The supervisor looked at the slave, came to Cao Zhao's side, and whispered: "This person is Anza from Mine No. 8. He is a veteran. He has stayed in the mine for two years and is among the top three in the ore delivered every month.
name."
Being able to survive in a mine for two years is extremely rare, and there must be some extraordinary means.
Even among miners, there are classes.
Some strong veterans will stand out.
Cao Zhao squinted his eyes and looked at the thin, dark miner. He said coldly: "What about this month? Have you paid enough ore?"
"Master Cao." Anza cupped his hands and said, "In the past few months, there has been a strange wind in the mine. Once it blows, the ore disappears, so we can hardly dig any ore."
"Yao Feng," Cao Zhao laughed loudly, raised the knife fiercely, and was about to chop it down: "You dare to bluff me?"
"If you don't believe me, you can ask all the miners present." Anza raised his head and faced Cao Zhao's knife, without evading it, and said quickly and calmly.
call!
The blade of the blade almost touched Anza's scalp before it suddenly stopped. A trace of the edge still cut into it, and blood dripped from Anza's head, but he said loudly without even realizing it: "Please be careful, sir."
Cao Zhao frowned, looked away and looked at the others: "Say."
Following Cao Zhao's inquiry.
The remaining miners finally had time to explain, and each one talked about what he had seen in the mine.
One can also make it up.
But ten, a hundred, or even almost all the slaves in the mine all said in unison that they had seen Yaofeng, and some of the details were described very realistically, which finally made Cao Zhao feel that something was wrong.
Before, he always thought that these miners were on strike collectively, but after careful inspection, it was not the case. Is the mine really haunted?
What kind of evil spirit?
Cao Zhao didn't believe it at all, there must be a reason behind it.
"You guys go down and check."
Cao Zhao immediately sent supervisors down to the mine. He would not know if he did not check. Once he checked, Cao Zhao was so angry that the three corpse gods jumped. Almost every mine had countless signs of cracks, and all the ore was missing.
Naturally, the Mo family has a magic weapon for detecting black crystals, which is like a mirror and can reveal black crystal mines thousands of meters deep.
But now, there is a huge vein of black crystal.
Almost empty.
While Cao Zhao was shocked and angry, a strong fear surged in his heart. He finally determined that there was a huge black hand behind this. Someone actually stole the black crystal mine. Although the mineral vein he supervised was a branch, the black crystal inside was missing.
As for Fei, he will definitely take the blame.
With so many Mo Jing disappearing, I'm afraid even ten of his heads wouldn't be enough for the Mo family to chop off.
These black crystals are the lifeblood of the Mo family.
In order to compete for this resource star.
It is said that even the gods participated in the war.
Whoever touches Mo Jing, let alone a small supervisor, or even a direct descendant of the Mo family, will not get good results.
"It's over, it's over."
Cao Zhao's face was as pale as an ant on a hot pot, and he was walking back and forth in the mine. His voice was like a mad dog: "Who, who did this?"
"Master Cao, someone said that he saw a strange man in the mine who possessed magical powers."
Fang Ping, the supervisor of Mine No. 7, reported. Cao Zhaomeng paused and shouted: "Bring him here quickly."
After a while, a bald man with six ring scars on his head was brought in. As soon as he saw Cao Zhao, he knelt down and said, "Little Gu Fang, I have met Mr. Cao."
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what you know immediately. If you lie to me, what will be the consequences?" Cao Zhao's eyes were crazy and bloodshot. He was obviously overwhelmed by the pressure in his heart.
