Some people lament the dangers of mining, while others are eager to try it.
"If a group of people die from time to time, maybe it won't be our turn for such a good thing."
A young man who had just grown up, full of vigor and vitality, rolled up his sleeves, raised his hands first, and said actively: "Immortal, I will go, I will go, I am strong, choose me! I will do it three times in a row.
Year, I want to get five gold coins!”
"Three years?!" A group of older people shook their heads, pointed, laughed and cursed, "You kid, you are really desperate."
Ye Qingfeng completely integrated with those people, as if he was born and raised here. He followed those people and pointed, laughing and cursing: "This is really life-threatening."
Ye Qingfeng had seen with his own eyes the suffering and misfortunes in the mines, the numbness, and the helplessness of mortals when encountering evil spirits.
In an environment that is even worse than a prison, it would be difficult for an ordinary mortal to last for three days, let alone three years.
Even a monk whose spiritual power is sealed cannot last three years without a strong will to support him.
The young man is really ignorant and fearless, very impulsive, very naive, quite naive.
He also said that the longer the mining time is, the more dangerous it is.
If you work continuously in the mines, you will always encounter an evil spirit.
The longer you mine, the more likely you are to encounter evil spirits and die tragically. This is why when the Ji family recruits people, they only give half a gold coin a year, but five gold coins every three years.
This is completely exchanging money for lives.
But there are still many people who are willing to accept this deal. Living in this barren land, there seems to be no big difference between dying miserably and living a miserable life.
"I go!"
"I am coming too!"
The people present responded one after another and were very positive.
A gray-haired old man with most of his teeth missing raised his arms tremblingly and said tremblingly: "I...I'll sign up too!"
Everyone around him laughed out loud, fearing that the old guy was powerless.
A disciple from the Ji family came up, laughed and cursed, and drove the old man out of the crowd.
"Say it again! Say it again!"
Another disciple of the Ji family stood under the banner of the Ji family, looked around with sharp eyes, and said solemnly: "No one who is under thirteen years old! No one who is over sixty years old! No monks even more! Especially monks, who are trespassing.
Whoever, die!"
The word "death" was emphasized very strongly, and it was full of murderous intent.
Ye Qingfeng, an ordinary man, walked forward calmly with his hands in his arms.
"Name?" The young disciple in charge of registration didn't even bother to look at Ye Qingfeng.
Ye Qingfeng's voice was also ordinary, and he quickly replied: "Er Gouzi, Hei Ergouzi."
The Black Emperor bared his teeth in the white jade bottle and covered his face with his paws.
"How old?" the young disciple asked again.
"Seventeen."
"Monk or mortal?"
"Mortals." Ye Qingfeng answered firmly without blinking.
"If it's a lie, let the Ji family handle it. Can you admit it?"
"recognize."
"Okay, let's put a fingerprint here." The young disciple of the Ji family pushed the red ink pad.
Ye Qingfeng put his thumb on the ink pad, pressed it on the words "黑二狗子", and then went to the bottom of the flag.
A group of elderly men who had already had their fingerprints pressed stood there with joy or sadness. Some were still waving goodbye to their families, crying, or barely holding on to smiles on their faces.
Ye Qingfeng moved his steps again and stood together with those old men who had no family members.
Suddenly, a big fat head squeezed into the crowd from behind.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, let Taoist Master see what's going on." The big fat head opened and closed his mouth, twisted his big fat buttocks, and squeezed in as hard as he could.
The disciple of the Ji family glanced over with his spiritual consciousness, his face darkened, and he waved his hand to drive him away: "You are a monk, why are you here to join in the fun? Go away, go away."
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, it turns out that he is a coolie working in the mining industry! He is really unscrupulous! He really is unscrupulous!"
The fat Taoist priest was wearing a yellow robe, a mustache, and a fat belly. He stood in the center of the crowd and sniffed his nose, saying, "Why do I smell the smell of black dogs here?"
Black dog?
Black Emperor?
Ye Qingfeng's expression did not change at all, he looked like he was watching the fun, but secretly he was sighing at the fat Taoist priest's dog-like nose.
However, the aura of this fat Taoist priest was also very obvious, the kind of aura that comes from working in the dark underground all year round with corpses and burial objects.
The Black Emperor in the white jade bottle opened his mouth and shouted angrily, and the scolding was even more filthy than the time he scolded Ji Cong.
It was this damn fat man who not only stripped it of its fancy pants, but also robbed it of all the treasures it had.
"Woo~ woof! Woof woof!" The black dog tightened his tail and barked lowly, wanting to rush out immediately and fight to the death with that damn fat man.
That damn fat man wears a serious Taoist robe, but he specializes in digging ancestral graves and does nothing for human affairs!
Worse than a dog, damn fat Taoist priest!
Of course, Ye Qingfeng could understand everything going on in the white jade bottle. When he heard the black dog barking like that, he knew that one person and one dog formed a big bond.
However, Ye Qingfeng still didn't show any flaws, and still had an expectant expression on his face.
The fat Taoist priest Duan De sniffed his nose, then sniffed his nose again, then turned around and walked towards the group of people where Ye Qingfeng was.
They were all mortals. Being stared at by a fat Taoist priest like this would inevitably give rise to some fear.
"Hey, you old boy, what are you causing trouble?" The disciple of the Ji family sullenly patted the big flag with the word "Ji" embroidered on it, and said dissatisfied, "You don't even know whose territory this is, so you just run wild here.
.There are no black dogs here, let’s sniff somewhere else.”
"No, no, no." The fat Taoist priest waved his fat hands, smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, and said in a good-tempered manner, "I smell a bit of black dog smell. Please let me smell it again."
A large group of mortals cowered and retreated together.
When we were leaving, I didn't know who stepped on whose toes, and the place was full of curses and quarrels.
People in the Northern Territory tend to have hot tempers.
Liu Jing began to get nervous, fearing that the fat Taoist priest would smell his master.
I don’t know what grudge there is between Brother Dog and this Taoist priest.
"Hey, it seems to be right here." Duan De put his fat hands loosely on his belly, and happily walked towards Ye Qingfeng and his group as if taking a walk after dinner.
But his two small eyes were shining brightly, focusing on everyone in the group, paying close attention to everyone's facial expressions.
"Woo~woof!"
The black dog was angry and frightened. This fat man must have a good background. He looked low in cultivation, but he was fat and stubborn. His sharp teeth had also suffered a big loss on the fat man's arm.
Who dares to believe it?
This fat man is covered in fat. When blessed with spiritual power, he is comparable to Ye Qingfeng's withered arm emerging from the sea of suffering!
Black Dog had reason to suspect that this fat man was born hundreds of thousands of years ago just like him.