Under the mine, in the narrow green tunnel, there were three to four hundred people coming and going like ghosts.
They are all mortals, skinny and lifeless.
People divide into two ways.
People along the way pushed the empty cart forward, heading deep into the mine tunnel.
Along the way, people pushed carts filled with waste rocks, from the depths of the mine tunnel, back toward the mine shaft that connected the upper and lower mines.
The two groups of people passed by each other without speaking to each other, without even looking at each other, as if they were complete strangers.
Ye Qingfeng was still hiding under the wooden cart, following the empty wooden cart deeper into the uneven mine tunnel.
Deep in the mine tunnel, the sound of "peeping and peeling" could be heard.
One sound after another, monotonous, boring, and completely lifeless.
Ye Qingfeng secretly released his spiritual consciousness, controlled it within a two-meter range, and looked at the gloomy mine tunnel along the way.
The mine tunnel is cold, and there are traces of manual excavation everywhere. On the ground, there are also some scattered gravel skins peeled off by humans.
The deeper you go, the worse the smell in the mine becomes, making you dizzy and nauseated.
Ye Qingfeng held his breath and was not affected by the turbid air.
As for the middle-aged man pushing her, his vision went dark, he stumbled, fell on the rock wall of the mine tunnel, and almost fell to the ground.
"Crack!"
A whip was drawn, but it didn't hit anyone. It only hit the stone wall, but it still hit a few people who collected the resources, making them tremble all over.
The middle-aged man held the empty cart steady with his arms, stood up quickly, resisted dizziness, and hurriedly pushed the empty cart forward.
Ye Qingfeng pursed his lips and looked at the scene in the mine tunnel. It turned out that hell is not necessarily in the rumored underworld. There is also hell in the human world.
"bite!"
"when!"
"Bang!"
The sound of digging became more and more clear, and pieces of stone peeled off from the hard stone wall.
There were two relatively strong men, wielding large shovels, shoveling the peeled stone skin into the middle-aged man's empty car.
"Trash, pretend to be faint and hide for a while, then give him two more shovels!" the man with the whip yelled angrily.
The man wielding the shovel didn't dare to disobey, so he quickly added two more big shovels.
The frail middle-aged man did not dare to say anything. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He struggled to push the wooden cart filled with stone skins, turned a corner, and joined the group of people returning to the mine.
On the stone wall on the other side of the road, there are several dark holes, like extra branches on a main road.
Those cave entrances were mined to pass through the source.
Although the mined sources are very small and not very pure, it is already a considerable harvest for this barren mining area.
Ye Qingfeng first used his spiritual sense to explore the dark entrance of the cave, and after looking at the right moment, he slipped in like a mouse.
Because she slipped in too fast, the middle-aged man's stone cart had not gone far, and the area was dark, so Ye Qingfeng, who was quick and quick, took the opportunity to take away several large stones in the stone cart.
Skin.
As soon as a few large pieces of stone skin were taken away, the middle-aged man pushing the cart suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. A smile quickly appeared in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed and became expressionless.
In the mine tunnel, people were busy pushing carts, and no one noticed it.
Ye Qingfeng hugged his legs, held his breath, and huddled in the small hole.
She was in no hurry to leave.
Because the killing of four Ji family disciples was a big or small matter, she specially chose a mine tunnel to take refuge. Of course, she had to take shelter for as many days as possible to wait for the storm to pass.
So I huddled in the darkness for three days.
Every day, every hour, the sound of "peeping, peeling, peeling" is heard.
On the morning of the fourth day, it should be morning, the sound of "peeping peeling off" suddenly came as a meal.
"Ah!" Someone threw away the pickaxe and screamed, "There is... there is a monster!"
The screams echoed in the cold mine tunnels, making people's scalp numb just listening to them.
With their lives at stake, a group of mining workers abandoned their stone carts and ran desperately to the exit of the mine.
"Monster? Monster! Monster, you bastard!"
A Ji family monk with a whip cursed loudly:
"What an ignorant thing! Isn't it just the head of an ancient creature, buried underground and turned into a fossil? What is it worth shouting about!"
"Go back! Everyone go back!"
In the mine, a monk was waving a whip and lashing out. He also used a huge stone to seal the exit of the mine, and he kept cursing:
"Day by day, it rains when the wind blows, and all the vegetation and trees are covered with weapons and snakes! How can there be so many monsters and monsters! In our small and indifferent mining area, even if there are monsters, they won't appear here!
You are lucky to be assigned to this mining area!
Don't even think about climbing out, don't let me be lazy! If you dig out half a tael today, I'll take care of your skin!"
The group of mining workers at the bottom of the mine who were eager to escape raised their heads and watched helplessly as the only exit was blocked, and gradually became expressionless.
They grew up in the Southern Territory, and the Immortal of the Cultivation World used ten gold coins to recruit them to go mining in a distant place for ten years.
Ten gold coins for ten years!
For most of them, it was a windfall from heaven. They never dreamed that such a good thing could happen in the world!
As expected, he is an immortal in the world of cultivation, and his actions are generous.
However, when they received the gold coins and came to this desolate northern region, working numbly in the mines day after day, they realized that those ten gold coins were actually going to buy their lives!
Every year, there are so many people who come to the Northern Territory to mine, but they either die of exhaustion or die miserably after encountering various evil things.
They have the life to take the money, but not the life to enjoy it. Why bother? It’s just that they were blinded by the gold coins and were too greedy.
"bite!
"when!"
"Bang!"
The sound of digging gradually sounded in the mine tunnel again.
One sound after another, monotonous, boring, and lifeless.
"ah!"
The screams started again.
Only this time the scream was very short, and the scream came out as if it was strangled in the mouth.
"Boom!"
A man in charge of the excavation fell to the ground on his back, his eyes were wide open, his face was gray, he only twitched once, spit out white foam, and then stopped breathing.
A small cloud of gray mist spread silently from the newly dug stone wall.
Many people don't even notice the gray mist at all. They only know that evil spirits are coming out, silently, and killing people.
"Dead people! Dead people!"
There was a scream in the mine tunnel.
Several more, dozens of people, fell to the ground one after another, foaming at the mouth, staring and twitching, and then fell unconscious.
"Ah! Yaoxie! Yaoxie is coming!"
Boundless terror spreads.
Everyone's scalp was numb and they were covered in cold sweat.
Chaotic and hasty footsteps kept passing by Ye Qingfeng's eyes. The source collectors, including the Ji family monks with whips, all ran frantically towards the exit.
The middle-aged man's steps were frivolous and he was hugged by a large group of people. He ran out in fear and was pushed to the ground, becoming a stepping stone for those fleeing.