When the morning light was faint, Chen Heng opened his eyes from his sleep.

First startled, then feeling the condition of his body, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's another level~"

Chen Heng got up from the ground, his strength had recovered, and his spirit was much better, but the only three remaining blood qi pills flashed in his mind, and the haze in his heart could not be dispersed for a long time.

"Today, you must redouble your efforts and save at least enough spiritual rice in exchange for a Blood Qi Pill. ”

"No, it's more, there is no spiritual rice at home. ”

Chen Heng got up to change clothes and wash up, did not forget to tighten the waistband of his trousers, and then picked up the pointed pickaxe resting on the back of the door, picked up the basket and walked out of the door.

Two large baskets swayed behind him, and he was covered with a wide coarse cloth shirt that had faded a little, looking simple and cold.

Chen Heng is a miner who is currently employed by the Meng family in the northern part of the Barbarian Domain.

In the north, the place where the Meng family is entrenched and operated is called "Mengjia Town", a small town with a population of less than 100,000. Chen Heng was born in Si, grew up in Si, and was born in poverty. In order to make a living, he had to go deep into the underground mines every day, digging hard in exchange for three meals.

This job is much worse than that of a farmer who grows spiritual rice, a shepherd who raises spiritual animals, and a gardener who takes care of a spiritual herb garden. Even if they are the same miners, the conditions for mining in other regions are better than those in the Barbarian Domain.

But people have to find a way to live, and no matter how hard and tired they are, they have to live tenaciously.

Chen Heng is an orphan, living a turbulent life, because of lack of nutrition, he looks thin, and the workers in the No. 8 mine are always afraid that he will be flattened by two large baskets of source stones.

Mine No. 8 is where Chen Heng works.

The morning light was faint, and hundreds of people had gathered in front of the mine. Among them, Chen Heng is definitely the most insignificant one, crowded in a bunch of big men, he is like a small grass in the forest, with no head on the top and no feet on the bottom.

Standing in front of the team was the elderly and fat Steward Liu, chubby, like a big water tank.

After counting the number of people, Steward Liu waved his hand, and the miners rushed in, and finally reached the depths of the vein after a long dark aisle.

The environment inside the mine is very simple, and there is a damp damp atmosphere. Although there is a moonstone inlaid every five zhang on the stone walls on both sides, the illumination range is limited, and some corner blind spots are shrouded in darkness, and the shadows are abundant, which always makes people wonder if there is something terrible hidden there.

"Jingle Bell!"

Everyone found a good position, immediately waved the pointed pickaxe in their hands, and dug nervously.

The quality of the source stone produced in the No. 8 mine is very poor, it belongs to the low level, and the aura contained in it is pitiful, and the average ten catties of low-level source stones can produce one unit of spiritual energy.

According to the exchange standard, one unit of aura can be exchanged for one or two spirit rice.

To be full, Chen Heng needs to eat at least two catties of spiritual rice every day, which means that he has to dig up enough two hundred catties of source stones every day to fill his stomach. This is a difficult task for him, who is emaciated.

However, every day, Chen Heng was able to miraculously dig out enough source stones and exchange them for enough food, which made Steward Liu aggressive. When the workers talked about Chen Heng, they also gave a thumbs up and praised "people can't be disfigured".

"It's a pity...... The hidden illness in my body ......"

At that time, Chen Heng could only smile bitterly.

No one knows what is wrong with the hidden disease that he brought out of his mother's womb, why it is so powerful, only that in addition to eating, Chen Heng also has to rely on the Blood Qi Pill to maintain his life, and the value of the Blood Qi Pill, the most inferior one also needs two catties of spiritual rice to get one.

"One a month at the beginning, then twenty days, ten days, and now one a day now. ”

Chen Heng often felt out of breath, as if a mountain was pressing heavily on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to walk.

If he doesn't take the Blood Qi Pill for one day, he is in danger of sudden death.

The little bit of spiritual rice that has been saved for a long time has all been replaced with blood qi pills, and it is still beyond its means, and if it doesn't change, it still won't be able to escape that day......

Thankfully, there was no competition here, and his life as a miner was difficult, but it was a smooth one. But since a young man named "Meng Anhu" became his co-worker last month, his peaceful life has been shattered, and mining has become more difficult.

This Meng Anhu has a great background, he is the younger brother of the Meng family, a cultivator who has stepped into the innate secret realm, and a young master-level figure. It's just that he was demoted to work as a miner in Cave No. 8 for violating family rules, and he had to stay here for three months.

From the son and son of a high-ranking family, to a humble miner, Meng Anhu nested a belly of fire. He vented all this fire on the other miners, became the overlord of the earth in the team, occupied the best and largest mineral vein lots, and scolded and beat those who did not like the eye.

Many miners have been beaten and scolded by Meng Anhu, especially Chen Heng, who is weak and can't help himself, has been bullied the most times, and Meng Anhu even gave him the nickname of "little waste"-

Strength, this is a world where strength is respected, and people are simply divided into two classes, cultivators and commoners. There is a huge difference in the status of the two, one in the sky and the other on the earth, and the proportion of the number of the two is also very different, and it is known as the saying that "one cultivator for 10,000 civilians".

The living conditions of the common people are very low, and they can only be engaged in basic production and construction, such as hard work such as farming or mining, and belong to the grassroots level that is ruled.

Therefore, for Meng Anhu's authority, the miners dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and there was no way at all.

As for the kind-hearted Steward Liu, although he has compassion, to put it bluntly, he is just a subordinate of the Meng family, and he doesn't dare to intervene in what Meng Anhu did, so he can only turn a blind eye and think: "Anyway, Young Master Anhu only stayed in the mine for three months, and when the time comes, he will go back to the family, let him mess around for a while." ”

Speaking of which, I also wondered, the family has a collection of thousands of pampering for Young Master Meng of Dumiao'er, from childhood to adulthood, he regards it as a treasure, what did he do this time, and he was actually degraded to the mine?

Wondering and stuffing, Steward Liu categorically didn't dare to inquire about the reason, otherwise he would touch the moldy head and not know how to die.

......

"Little waste, you roll to the corner in front, this section of the vein is taken by Young Master Ben. ”

The voice was rough and direct, the fierce Meng Anhu clasped his hands to his chest and stared at Chen Heng coldly, it seemed that as long as Chen Heng showed some reluctance, he would immediately start to "teach" people.

This guy is two heads taller than Chen Heng, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his arms, chest, and other places are all muscles as strong as iron, and his clothes are torn, full of explosive power, which is obviously the result of years of cultivation.

In front of him, Chen Heng looked weak and straw-like.

A wave of anger surged in Chen Heng's heart: Sure enough, the other party is still habitually and deliberately looking for his own stubble today-in fact, Meng Anhu doesn't need to dig source stones in exchange for spiritual rice at all, he is not short of food, and he also looks down on these low-level source stones. Occupying the veins and not letting others dig them is purely a personal pastime to pass the time of boredom and have fun, in his words:

"Lao Tzu is happy!"

As long as he is happy, what does it matter if others live or die?

Chen Heng suppressed the anger in his heart and silently packed up his tools-he is not a person who is obedient, but he will not be reckless. In many years of wandering life, Chen Heng has already developed a tenacious and resolute character, and he deeply understands in his heart: under the oppression of absolute power, fragile confrontation is meaningless, and it only increases the pain.

Meng Anhu didn't start mining either, and a miner next to him immediately came over, with a flattering smile on his face, and wiped a flat rock clean with his sleeve, looking servile: "Young Master Meng, please take a seat!"

"Well, Niu Er, you are good, this young master will be rewarded in a while!"

Meng Anhu sat down with a golden sword, in his mind, although these miners were hired by the family, they were similar to lowly slaves, they were beaten and scolded, and they would never dare to resist.

It's all because they have to rely on the Meng family to survive, otherwise they won't be able to find a job, they won't be able to earn food, and what will happen in the end can be imagined. As for leaving his homeland and begging for food elsewhere, he was afraid that if he was not a hundred miles away, he would be eaten by fierce brute beasts and there would be no bones left.

Chen Heng walked forward for a long time before he barely found a vein, where it was almost home, everywhere he saw were ordinary stones with white flowers, and it took dozens of pickaxes to dig up a little fist-sized inferior source stone, which seemed to be less than half a catty. No wonder no one comes here to mine.

Chen Heng frowned, wanting to change places, but looking around, there were people in other places, so he had to grit his teeth and fight hard to pick up.

"Jingle Bell!"

The sound of pickaxes colliding with stones echoed in the cavern, monotonous and boring. In order to dispel this boring atmosphere, the miners who had known each other in the past would talk nonsense and joke without a match. But after Meng Anhu arrived, the atmosphere of the team became depressing, and no one was willing to talk more

An hour passed, Chen Heng was sweating profusely, but the source stone that could be dug was not enough for half a basket, and the harvest was at least half less than usual.

"Tomorrow, are you going to starve?"

"Is another day to be wasted? I only have three days left, three days ......."

A deep sense of anxiety weighed on his heart: even if he didn't consider the blood qi pill, starvation meant that he didn't have enough physical strength, and lack of physical strength meant that the mining efficiency was reduced, and if the mining efficiency was gone, the output would be reduced even more, and eventually he would fall into a vicious circle of extreme passivity.

"No, we can't let this happen......"

Chen Heng's eyes flashed with a touch of ruthlessness, his delicate face looked a little distorted, he spat into the palm of his hand, and picked up the pickaxe like crazy.

Bang bang!

If you get closer, you can see that Chen Heng's eyes have completely turned bloody, his heart is beating at nearly ten times the usual speed, and his ** strength and speed are also ten times higher than usual.

This is Chen Heng's secret, the benefits brought to him by his hidden disease.

A drink and a peck, it is not a matter of heaven.

Between gains and losses, it is never easy to say!

Bang bang bang!

A large piece of stone was smashed and peeled off, and a trace of different color suddenly appeared between the white flowers.

"Hey, what's that?"

Chen Heng stopped digging, his blood faded, leaned over and picked up a red thing mixed in the stone, wiped it clean, and looked at it with interest:

On the surface, this is a strange stone, like a stone like jade, like a stone and warm, like a jade and moist.

It is about the size of a thumb, heart-shaped, and has a small hole in the top, which is supposed to resemble a pendant, and is used for threading. The whole body is blood-red, and it is engraved with unknown lines.

The various features show that this is not an ordinary stone, but more like a-

"Antiques?"

Chen Heng was excited, this is a good thing that can be exchanged for spiritual rice. Seeing that no one around him was noticing, he quickly put something in his pocket and continued digging as if nothing had happened.