The night is not over, the dark clouds cover the moon, and the cool breeze rises suddenly.

In the west mountain range of the Scarlet Rock Mountains, in a spiritual ore mining field, a burly man in armor and holding a spear dragged a dying boy into the dungeon, the blood stains extended to the end of the dungeon, and in the last cage, the burly man opened the iron door and threw the boy in.

There were a hundred or so men in the cage, both men and women, these people were in tattered clothes, revealing rough and dark skin, and they were sleeping soundly, and the slightest noise could not wake them.

The boy slowly moved his body and sat up against the wall, he glanced at his left hand, the bone of the hand was broken, and if it was not dealt with in time, his hand would be scrapped.

The boy tried to move his broken arm, but immediately the pain was unbearable and he stopped.

"Whew, whew!"

The boy gasped, cold sweat oozing uncontrollably, then took off the rag-like shirt, tore a piece from it, folded it twice, stuffed it into his mouth, and breathed heavily a few more times, he raised his right hand again, grabbed the broken part of his left arm, and slowly corrected the little deviation.

Although it was only a few short breaths, the sharp pain hit his whole body, making the young man, who was already seriously injured, almost faint, and the two rows of teeth seemed to bite through the rag.

He adjusted his breathing until the pain was completely gone, and then he planned to lean against the wall and sleep.

Just as he was about to squint, a staggering figure walked up to him and sat down.

The boy was no stranger to the old man, and the two talked.

"Old man, aren't you sleeping at such a late hour?" The boy asked.

He had known the old man in front of him for a while, and there were very few people in this mine who could live to such an age, and the old man relied on his eyes that could distinguish between the real and the fake.

"I can't sleep, this dungeon is so cold, how can I stand it as an old man." The old man tugged at his tattered clothes and covered his skin from the cold.

"Old man, I don't have any warm clothes left."

"You little baby, the old man didn't come to you to ask for clothes." The old man glanced at the young man's left arm and said, "Your hand bone is broken, and such a simple treatment will not allow you to cope with tomorrow's mining work." ”

The old man took out a pill from his bosom, broke it in half, and handed it to the young man: "Eat it." ”

It was not the first time the boy had taken this pill, and he knew very well that it would help his arm recover, so the old man handed it over, and he accepted it without hesitation and swallowed it immediately.

When he swallowed half a pill, the old man had already fallen asleep against the corner, and the young man looked at the old man's face, which was covered by fluffy, messy, gray hair, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

The boy soon felt tired too, and lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The work in the mines was carried out in an orderly manner, and each of the miner slaves was assigned a task, and these miner slaves worked very hard in order to be able to have enough to eat.

The boy was part of a transport team and had to haul at least thirty truckloads of ore every day to get enough food to fill his stomach.

The weight of a cart of ore was within the boy's reach, but the distance between the mining area and the warehouse made the task very difficult, and the boy rarely had enough to eat, and sometimes had to rely on the old man's help to keep it up.

In this mine, it is extremely difficult to survive every day.

On this day, the boy went back and forth between the mining area and the warehouse as always, pulling a cart of spirit ore, along the familiar mine road, and walking through the road that was crushed by the wheels.

There were more than ten people with him, each of whom was full of ore and marched in an orderly manner on the mine.

The injury on the boy's left arm had not yet healed, and it was not suitable for heavy work, and it would cause pain over time, so he would occasionally stop suddenly, and this pause would make the people behind him complain and be dissatisfied, so the boy had to endure the pain.

Whenever the pain was unbearable, he would grit his teeth and persevere, and after the pain was relieved, he would think of the other half of the pill in the old man's hand, if he had eaten the whole pill, maybe his arm would have healed by this moment.

After transporting a cart of ore back to the warehouse, the boy was covered in sweat, but he did not have time to rest, and after unloading all the ore, he immediately returned to the mining area along the same route.

Due to the arm, the boy was the last to arrive at the mining area, and the fastest people were already loaded with ore, pulling the mine cart along the mine road to the warehouse, and when it was his turn, there seemed to be a little problem at the mining point, the spirit ore was only enough for half a car, and there was no spirit ore in the mine for a long time.

The overseer was also surprised, and walked down the mine impatiently, and the boy could not resist his curiosity, and secretly followed.

Reaching the bottom of the mine, the overseer viciously reprimanded the miners, who wiped their sweat and explained with trepidation that the speed of mining had slowed down because the spirit ore had become hotter and harder for them to get closer.

The overseer listened to their explanation, and although he could feel the unusual temperature around him, he cursed angrily: "A bunch of garbage! ”

The overseer snatched the iron manuscript from the hand of a miner, walked in front of the scorching ore in a few steps, and slammed it down, and suddenly the spirit ore shattered, and a dazzling light burst out of the crack.

Then the light diminished, and a hot wind blew out of the rift, blowing through everyone's bodies, and the overseer and all the miners were reduced to ashes in that instant.

The boy hid behind and felt a hot wind blowing on his cheeks, but he was unharmed, but at the moment his heart was so flustered that he didn't notice it at all.

In the crack, there was a faint demonic flame flickering, and the boy saw it clearly, and immediately turned around and ran away.

After leaving the mine in a hurry, the young man wandered left and right, at a loss for a moment, and it took him a long time to calm down, ready to truthfully report the matter to the Ghost Yan Clan, that is, the people who enslaved them.

After hearing what the boy said, the people of the Ghost Yan clan were all suspicious, so they followed the boy to the mining area.

When they arrived at the mine, many transporters gathered around, and when they saw the arrival of the Ghost Yan people, they retreated to both sides of the road.

At this moment, the wellhead was already filled with heat, and there was a Ghost Yan Clansman who turned into ashes because he was too close, but for a short moment, he didn't make a sound at all.

The rest of the people were taken aback and quickly retreated, the leader was a master at the level of a great grandmaster, the keeper of this mine, he could feel the horror of this mysterious energy, which was no longer something he could deal with.

"Now, get out of the mine!" The Townsman shouted.

Everyone saw the danger of this mining area, and naturally they refused to stay for a moment, and all ran out.

"I'll go back now and inform the clan elders about this, you leave two people to guard this mining area, no one is allowed to enter or leave, and the others continue to maintain order in the mine."

The town keeper gave the order and immediately mounted his mount and left the mine, while the others obeyed his orders and remained in the mine.

The boy had nothing to do, so he found a place to sit down and rest and wait for dinner.

The old man saw the boy alone from a distance, so he walked over and sat down beside him.

"This mine will soon be unstable, baby, what are your plans?" The old man's voice was different from before, this time it looked very old, revealing a thick vicissitudes of time.

He could sense the energy in the mine, like a torrent that had been accumulated for a long time, once it broke out, the terrifying aura spread, and it was bound to cause chaos!

"If it's chaotic, I'll take the opportunity to escape." The boy replied decisively.

"How many times have you failed, and you still won't give up?"

"Of course, I will never let my life be wasted in this small mine!" The young man's eyes were firm, and his gaze was directed into the distant sky.

The old man stared at the boy, a subtle smile on his messy face.

"You come with me." The old man said to the boy.

Immediately, the old man got up, staggered, and walked towards an abandoned mine, and the young man looked puzzled, but he followed.

The two walked to a dark and damp corner, and the old man stretched out his dry wood-like fingers, pointed to a large stone on the ground, and motioned for the young man to move it away, and the young man removed the stone and found a wooden box.

The old man opened the wooden box, took out a black cloth bag from it, spread it out, and there were only three items.

"You can't go out into the world empty-handed."

The old man pointed to the three small crystal clear stones and said, "There are three small spirit crystals here, and they need to be used in many places when they go outside. ”

Next to the spirit crystal were two pills, the old man took out half of the pill from his arms, put it in it, and said, "This is a healing medicine, and wounds that are not caused by spiritual power can be healed." ”

Finally, the old man looked at the red suit, which was a very old one, and the color of the suit seemed to have been worn away, dull and dull.

The old man's eyes slowly dimmed as he gently stroked the suit, and countless images emerged, flickered, and finally shattered in his mind.

"Try on this dress and see if it fits." The old man gently picked up the suit and put it in the young man's hand.

The old man looked at this familiar figure, his eyes were slightly red, and the fresh clothes and angry horses, the young heroes, loomed in the eyes of the old man.

The clothes were a little bigger, but it didn't make a difference.

"It's suitable, but you can't wear it right now, until you get out."

The young man took off his suit, the old man folded the suit and returned it to its place, and then the old man rolled up the cloth bag and put it in the wooden box.

"Don't forget to pack your bags when you go." The old man admonished.

The boy nodded, "Thank you, old man." ”

……

To the west of the mine, beyond the mountains, is the wasteland.

The town keeper drove the flame beast mount all the way to Yanling, and when the Great Elder of Juyan returned to Yanling's car, the town guard had to stop and salute the Great Elder first.

"What's the matter with such a hurry?" The Great Elder asked.

The town keeper replied truthfully.

"A hot wind can instantly annihilate people, this is no ordinary flame." Ju Yan thought in his heart.

"How can there be no master in the huge mine, in case something goes wrong, you go back to the mine, I will bring this news back to the patriarch, and your reward will be indispensable at that time." The Great Elder said.

"Yes." The townskeepers did not dare to disobey, so they could only mount their mounts and return the way they came.

Before he had gone far, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind him, shattering his heart and spiritual source with one palm, and the flame beast under his crotch was also killed in an instant!

The subordinates brought by Ju Yan are all henchmen, and even if they see him murdering their kindred, they will not betray him.

"The eldest brother occupies the innate spiritual fire of Yanling, and he can't subdue it himself and won't let me get close, this time it's really a godsend! When the time comes, Yanling's innate spiritual fire will also be mine! ”

"You all keep up."

Ju Yan led his henchmen and rushed to the west mountain range of the Crimson Mountain Range.

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