On the mountain wall, there are densely packed various mine holes, leading directly to the Yujin ore veins inside the mountain, and I don't know how many mine slaves gather, looking at the entrance of each mine with horror and curiosity.

The originally peaceful entrance of the mine cave has been covered by black smoke, and the black smoke pokes out from the hole, and it can't help but evaporate and disappear under the sunlight, as if water and fire are incompatible.

The management kept driving the miners with whips and told them to go back to the lodgings and wait for the arrangements from above.

"I heard that there is a big man to deal with, it seems to be a leader of the Qiantian Society. ”

"This black smoke will eat people, I saw with my own eyes that the fifth child was caught in the black smoke, the skin and flesh disappeared quickly, and in the end only white bones remained. ”

"Do you think it has something to do with the Mine Temple?"

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Piles of people were discussing in a low voice as they returned to the lodging quarters, all of them wearing forbidden chains on their feet, unable to use their internal strength, and their faces were tired.

"It's time for lunch!" Suddenly, there was a loud roar.

I saw that in the center of the accommodation area, piles of black-skinned steamed buns were piled on the ground, dozens of buckets of gruel were scattered for hundreds of meters, and people from the mine canteen were standing behind the buckets with spoons ready to serve rice.

As soon as they heard that the meal was open, all the miners stopped discussing it, and their tired faces became a little more angry, and they ran towards the pie with their anklets.

There, many mining slaves have gathered, and Gu Xiaowei is among them.

Gu Xiaowei was naked, covered in black mud, his face was covered with mud and sweat, and he crowded with the others, squeezing towards a pile of steamed buns and a large bucket.

Although there is a forbidden chain on his feet, it is all aimed at the acquired martial artist, and it is a matter of thought to break it with his strength.

The innate martial artist is infinitely powerful, Gu Xiaowei is already strong, and there is an oblique scar on his forehead, so that others dare not squeeze hard, and he squeezed to the front without too much effort, snatching a black-skinned steamed bun and a bowl of gruel.

The black skin of the steamed bun is rough, and there are a lot of substances that are difficult to swallow but have high energy in it, and the gruel is relatively ordinary, almost a bowl of water, and there are not a few grains of rice in it.

"Damn, get out of the way, be careful of the porridge. Gu Xiaowei scolded while squeezing out of the crazy crowd and walking quickly to the door of a house not far away.

There was a woman squatting on the threshold, her hair was tied together, tied with straw rope at will, although her face was dirty, it was difficult to hide her delicate spirit, she was a relatively delicate woman.

Among the tens of thousands of mine slaves, there is a woman who is still a little delicate, which is extremely rare.

"Yayu, the steamed buns are here. Gu Xiaowei smiled and handed over the steamed buns and gruel he had grabbed.

"Thank you. He Yayu smiled and took the steamed bun and porridge, lowered his head and drank it.

Gu Xiaowei went back to grab it, as for why he didn't grab more at a time, there were regulations, he could only grab one steamed bun at a time, and it was completely up to him how many times he could grab it.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and some small teams join forces to grab food, so that they can eat and have strength, and if they have the strength, they can dig more mines, and then survive as much as possible, which is a virtuous circle.

As for those who are not in good health, they will die early if they can't grab food, and they will be eliminated and then bought again, which will be inexhaustible.

Gu Xiaowei grabbed two more copies, returned to the door of the house, sat cross-legged in the open space opposite He Yayu, ready to swallow it, he just took a bite, and when he saw He Yayu staring at him pitifully, he couldn't help but feel soft, and handed He Yayu another one.

He Yayu hurriedly took it and swallowed it in a big gulp.

Gu Xiaowei hesitated, and finally gave the rest to He Yayu, and He Yayu was full.

When Gu Xiaowei got up and was about to grab it again, he found that the food had been robbed, so he had no choice but to sit down and endure his hunger.

It's okay if you don't eat it, but you're hungry anyway, but after eating a bite and then putting up with it, it's too hard.

"Brother Gu, you're really good. After He Yayu finished eating, he grabbed Gu Xiaowei's arm and said, his eyes squinting together with a smile.

Being held by his arm, Gu Xiaowei's old face turned red, and he scratched his head and didn't know what to say.

"Hey brother, were you in the mine when the accident happened today?" Suddenly, Gu Xiaowei's shoulder was tapped again, and a man in his early thirties grabbed Gu Xiaowei's shoulder and sat down next to him.

"Brother. Seeing this man, He Yayu greeted.

"Nope. Gu Xiaowei shook his head, his eyes flickered, but in fact, he was inside, and after the mutation, he hurriedly escaped to send a message to Shi Yan.

The man in front of him is called He Weichen, and He Yayu is brother and sister.

"That guy, it's terrifying, there are hundreds of people dead, and the last time a mine collapsed, he didn't die so much, they were all swallowed by the black smoke that suddenly appeared. He Weichen patted his chest, licked his tongue, and licked the rice grains from the corners of his mouth.

Gu Xiaowei didn't care about this, he stared at He Weichen licking the rice grains into his belly, a little puzzled, he didn't see He Weichen when he grabbed the food just now, where did he get the rice porridge?

"He Weichen, what's the price today? Two steamed buns, solve it?" A mining slave walked towards He Yayu with two steamed buns in his hand, twisting his trouser pockets tied together as he went.

"What solution?" Gu Xiaowei turned his head in confusion.

Seeing this mining slave, He Weichen looked crazy, and seeing that the other party didn't understand what he meant, he hurriedly got up and hugged the other party, and took the other party away to smile.

In the end, the mine slave seemed to grin and curse a few words, fastened his trouser pockets, stared at He Yayu a few times reluctantly, and left with steamed buns.

After the mine slave left, He Weichen walked back with an unhappy face, saw the puzzlement on Gu Xiaowei's face, sat down next to each other and scolded: "Damn, the two steamed buns want me to help settle the matter, Lao Tzu He Weichen's name is not used in vain." ”

Gu Xiaowei understood, and without waiting for him to think deeply, He Weichen diverted the topic and chatted with Gu Xiaowei in the east and west, He Yayu interjected from time to time, holding Gu Xiaowei's arm and never parting.

Da Da ......

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves began to rise, from far to near, getting higher and higher.

The three of them laughed for a while, and they all turned their heads to look, only to see the smoke and dust rolling on the mountain road, swinging up three or four meters high, and under the smoke and dust, the horses that were crowded with the mountain road were rushing mightily, and the number of people could not be seen clearly.

All the mine slaves were stiff, and they didn't know who came, and they hadn't seen such a big battle since they came to Qingxia Mountain.

The mine management went up early, but they were squeezed by the stunned miners, they couldn't pull away with the whip, and they couldn't stop scolding in a hurry, and the miners began to give way, but they were all huddled together and couldn't move fast.

When the horse finally arrived, it stopped in front of the miners who were huddled together, and the people on the horse were all dressed in the strong clothes of the Dry Heaven Society, and carried a unified standard long knife at their waists.

After the front man swept around, he drew his knife and cut it out, cutting off the head of a miner beside him, and lifting it on the tip of the knife.

"Let's!"

The sound is like thunder, and the sound waves are rolling.

Zhen Yan in the distance suddenly changed color, and he was in the congenital Gang Realm martial arts cultivation.

When the word 'let' came out, all the gangs drew their knives one by one, and looked coldly at the miners huddled together, as if they would rush in and kill when they were ordered.

Seeing the heads raised by the sword of the foreman, all the miners changed color, some knelt on the ground, and some ran towards other areas to make way for the road.