Every female cultivator covers the sky with one hand

Chapter 57
Under the mine, in the narrow green tunnel, three to four hundred people come and go like ghosts.

They were all mortal, bony and lifeless.

People divide into two ways.

A group of people pushed the empty car forward and went to the depths of the mine.

A group of people pushed a cart full of waste rocks, from the depths of the mine, back to the mine connecting the upper and lower mines.

The two groups of people passed by without saying a word 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, going deep into the uneven mine tunnel.

In the depths of the mine, there was a digging sound of "bibi peeling".

One after another, monotonous, tedious, utterly lifeless.

Ye Qingfeng secretly released his consciousness, controlled his consciousness within two meters, and looked at the gloomy mine all the way.

The mine tunnel is cold, and there are traces of man-made excavation everywhere. On the ground, there are some scattered broken stone skins that have been peeled off by manpower.

The deeper you go, the more unpleasant the smell in this mine is, making you dizzy and nauseated.

Ye Qingfeng held his breath and was not affected by the turbid air.

But the middle-aged man who was pushing her was blinded, staggered, and fell on the rock wall of the mine, almost falling to the ground.

"Snapped!"

A whip came over, but it didn't hit anyone, it only hit the stone wall, but it still hit a few harvesters, their whole bodies trembled.

The middle-aged man stabilized the empty car with both arms, stood up quickly, resisted the dizziness, and hurriedly pushed the empty car forward.

Ye Qingfeng pursed his lips, and looked at the scene in the mine. It turns out that hell is not necessarily in the rumored underworld. There is also hell in the human world.

"Ding!"

"when!"

"Bang!"

The sound of excavation became clearer and clearer, pieces of stone skin were constantly peeling off from the hard stone wall.

There were two relatively strong men, wielding large shovels, and shoveled the peeled stone skins into the middle-aged man's empty car.

"Trash, pretend to be dizzy and hide for leisure, and give him two more shovels!" the person with the whip scolded angrily.

The one who swung the shovel didn't dare to disobey, so he quickly added two more shovels.

The weak middle-aged man didn't dare to say much, he lowered his head and clenched his teeth, pushed the wooden cart full of stone skins hard, turned a corner on the spot, and joined the pedestrians who turned back to the mine with a dull head.

On the stone wall on the back side, there are a few dark holes, like an extra branch of a main road.

Those holes were mined out.

Although the mined sources are few and not very pure, it is already a considerable gain for this barren mining area.

Ye Qingfeng first probed into the dark hole with his spiritual sense, saw the timing, and slipped in like a mouse.

Because she slipped in too fast, the middle-aged man's stone cart hadn't gone far, and the place was dark, so Ye Qingfeng, who was quick-sighted, took the opportunity to touch a few large stones inside the stone cart Skin.

The middle-aged man who was pushing the cart felt a lot more relaxed as soon as the few large stone skins were carried away. A smile quickly rose in his eyes, but it soon dimmed, and his face became expressionless.

In the mine tunnel, people coming and going are all people pushing their carts, and no one pays attention to this place.

Ye Qingfeng hugged his legs, held his breath, and shrank into the small hole.

She was in no hurry to leave.

Because the matter of killing the four disciples of the Ji family could be big or small, she deliberately chose a mine tunnel to take refuge. Of course, she had to avoid it for a few days as much as possible to wait for the storm to pass.

In this way, I curled up in the dark for three days.

Every day, every hour, the sound of "bibi peeling" is heard.

On the morning of the fourth day, it should be the morning, the sound of "Bibipapao" was suddenly a meal.

"Ah!" Someone threw away the pickaxe and exclaimed in shock, "There are... there are evildoers!"

The scream echoed in the cold mine tunnel, and it made one's scalp tingle.

As a matter of life, a group of miners left the stone carts in their hands and rushed towards the exit of the mine desperately.

"Monster? Monster! Monster, you ass!"

A Ji family monk with a whip yelled:
"I don't know anything! Isn't it just a head of an ancient creature, buried in the ground and turned into a fossil, what's worth shouting for!"

"Go back! Go back!"

In the mine, a monk brandished a whip and blocked the exit of the mine with a huge stone, swearing non-stop:
"Every day, listen to the wind and rain, the grass and trees are soldiers, and the shadows of snakes! How can there be so many evil spirits and evil spirits! In our small mining area where birds don't shit, even evil spirits will not appear here!
You are lucky to be assigned to this mining area!

Don't try to climb out, don't let me be lazy!If you dig out half of the two sources today, watch your skins carefully! "

The group of miners at the bottom of the mine, who were eager to escape, raised their heads, watching helplessly as the only exit was blocked, and gradually became expressionless.

They grew up in the southern region, and the immortals in the cultivation world used ten gold coins to invite them to go to the distant place to mine for ten years.

Ten gold coins for ten years!

For most of them, it was simply a windfall, and they never dreamed that such a good thing would happen in the world!
Sure enough, he is an immortal in the realm of comprehension, and his actions are generous.

However, when they took the gold coins and came to this desolate northern region and worked numbly in the well day after day, they realized that those ten gold coins were actually going to buy their lives!
There are so many people who come to the Northern Territory to mine every year, but they are either exhausted to death, or they die tragically after encountering various evil things.

If you have the life to take the money, but you don't have the life to take it, why bother? It's just that they are blindfolded by gold coins and are too greedy.

"Ding!

"when!"

"Bang!"

The sound of digging gradually sounded in the mine again.

One after another, monotonous, dull, lifeless.

"what!"

The screaming sounded again.

It's just that the scream was very short this time, and the scream came out, as if it had been cut off in the mouth.

"Boom!"

A person in charge of digging fell on his back, his eyes widened and his face was ashen. He only twitched a bit, spit out white foam, and stopped breathing.

A small cloud of gray mist spread silently from the newly excavated stone wall.

Many people didn't even notice the gray mist at all, they only knew that there was a ghost haunting it, silently, killing people.

"Dead! Dead!"

There was a roar in the mine tunnel.

Several or dozens of people fell to the ground one after another, foaming at the mouth, staring and twitching before they fell unconscious.

"Ah! Yaoxie! Yaoxie is coming!"

Boundless horror spread.

Everyone's scalp was numb and covered in cold sweat.

Messy and hasty footsteps kept passing by Ye Qingfeng's eyes, and the Caiyuan people, including those Ji family monks with whips, ran frantically towards the exit.

The middle-aged man's footsteps were flimsy, surrounded by a large group of people, he ran out in terror, and was pushed to the ground, becoming a stepping stone for those fugitives.

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(End of this chapter)