(7) Out of pity, Zhao Xiaoming pulled the old beggar up from the deep well. The old beggar was too old, his beard was gray, and his ragged and rotten coarse cloth exuded a disgusting stench. He sat on Zhao Xiaoming's schoolbag and asked him for food and drink. Zhao Xiaoming is also a child of a poor family, and he has never brought money with him, and the old beggar's request makes him in a dilemma.

He looked up at the sky, and the sun was almost setting. If you come home too late, you may be reprimanded by your father again. But he couldn't help the old beggar, because he looked really hungry, even dying of hunger!

He suddenly thought of a place where he could get money, so he told the old beggar to wait in place and not to move, and he flew straight to the nearest orthopedic hospital!

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An hour later, Zhao Xiaoming staggered out of the blood collection room. He felt very nauseous, his whole body was weak, and his whole brain felt dizzy as if it had been emptied. He clutched a few Radical Coins tightly in his hand, this was the first time he had ever owned so much money! From his eyes, it was obvious that he was excited and excited!

He bought a roast goose in a nearby bazaar and wanted to buy jar wine. He often reads online articles and knows that all beggars like to drink wine and eat meat. But then I think about it, this old man is already in his last years, if he drinks too much and turns his back on his anger, wouldn't he do bad things with good intentions and bring lifelong hatred to himself! So he just sold half a catty of Jilu small pot, served it in an empty wine bottle, and found a corn cob and stuffed the bottle mouth. Seeing that he still had a few yuan left, he went to the grocery store and bought a pack of cigarettes for his father. Since my mother's death, my father has been accompanied by dry tobacco every day, which is a large-leaf tobacco grown in his yard, which has a strong taste, is vigorous, savage and spicy, and has a strong earthy smell, but he is never willing to buy himself a pack of refined cigarettes.

He put the cigarette in the pocket of his underwear, picked up the wine and meat, and hurried back. This old man seems to have not eaten for a long time, and if he can't support it now and suddenly starves to death, won't he regret it for the rest of his life!

Fortunately, when he returned to his place out of breath, he saw the old man still sitting on his school bag.

The old man was indeed hungry, he was already in a state of half-dead, and when he saw the roast goose wine, his eyes immediately became bright. He grinned and snatched the bottle, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and when it felt good, he took a big sip. Then he tore off a goose leg and devoured it as if no one was around.

Soon, the old beggar was running out of meat. He sat cross-legged on his schoolbag and looked at Zhao Xiaoming with a smile.

"Not bad, the meat is delicious, the wine is delicious, the heaven-given opportunity, this beggar has to talk to your little baby! Come and don't be rude, the old beggar is full of interest today, and I will tell you a story about the death mine! The beggar said.

"Grandpa, it's getting late, I still have to go home. Otherwise, you can tell me about it tomorrow, okay? Zhao Xiaoming reached out to pull the schoolbag, but the old beggar grabbed his hair and pulled it over.

"You little doll just don't know what to do, I'm Ouyang Banjin but I'm a master in the world, there are hundreds of people who want to listen to my story, and I don't care about them. Do you know why I'm telling you? Because I think that the two of us have a fate, hehe, it's not an ordinary fate! The old beggar said mysteriously.

"Grandpa, then you can talk about it, but quickly, don't you see, the sun is setting, and when I come home late, my father will whip my ass!" Zhao Xiaoming said bitterly.

"It's okay, I can guarantee that your living father won't do anything to you today, just sit down and listen carefully to my old beggar."

So the old beggar told Zhao Xiaoming the story of the death mine!

The Mine of Death is actually a dark river deep underground! This dark river is so empty that no one knows where it comes from or where it ends. On both sides of the river, there are cliffs, and the jagged rocks are like a long corridor made of steel, completely isolating this dark river from the outside world.

The amazing thing is that those rocks that look very ordinary contain a large number of heavy metals, which are rare species in the world, and more than half of them are natural gold with high purity! Therefore, this place is also called the Golden River.

This matter is a divine natural code, and no one in the mortal world knows about it. But if the road is one foot high, it will inevitably be one foot high! An ancient astrologer deciphered this secret from the signs of the stars! He fed back this ancient anecdote to the contemporary emperor, and expressed his willingness to cooperate with the emperor to develop this mine for the benefit of the people!

As a result, a large number of laborers, under the supervision of officers and soldiers, began to dig tunnels for many years. Many years later, a long and narrow passage descended vertically from the top of the Jilu Mountains to the top of the Dark River, and the emperor's family was expected to make a fortune, while thousands of migrant workers fell. At that time, the white bones on both sides of the dark river almost covered the infinite treasures.

Seeing this tragic happening, the astrologer knelt on the banks of the dark river and wept. He originally wanted to use what he had learned in his life to develop mineral deposits for the benefit of the people, but he never thought that it would backfire, and his sophisticated strategy not only could not benefit the people, but pushed the people to the brink of death!

In order to obtain more and faster wealth, the emperor intensified his efforts to recruit people from all over the country and go to the gold mines.

At that time, the laborers who were tired and starved to death were as dense as ants, all over the mountains!

The warlock cried for seven days and seven nights, and finally someone found out that he had turned into a zombie!

Since then, it has been a death mine. All the miners who came here to make a profit, all of them were killed by zombies, and none of them could get out alive.

Over time, it became a territory for zombies and a paradise for monsters. Nature has become a forbidden place for human beings.

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When the old beggar said this, he noticed that Zhao Xiaoming was listless, and he was a little dissatisfied. He suddenly thought of a bad idea, so he laughed, took out a silver needle from the fold of his clothes, and stabbed it hard at the top of Xiao Ming's head.

"Ouch, it hurts to death...... Zhao Xiaoming was excited, and his eyes widened. The old beggar couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly rummaged in his arms.

"God-given opportunity, wonderful!"

He flipped left and right, and there was a small porcelain vase in his hand. He opened the lid of the porcelain bottle and poured a red seed into the palm of his hand.

He squinted his eyes, pinched the seeds with two fingers, and gently blew the turbid breath with his mouth, and the seeds followed the pinhole just now and drilled into Zhao Xiaoming's head. Zhao Xiaoming didn't know what trick the old beggar was playing, he just felt dizzy and swollen, and occasionally had some cold pain, but it was not very serious, so he didn't care.