The next day, Chen Heng still woke up on time.

He endured the severe pain, struggled to get up, and staggered to the No. 8 mine to find Steward Liu.

He's going to ask for leave.

As a wage miner, if you are unable to work for any reason, you must take time off work or you will be fired. If you can't become a miner and lose your income, the end will be extremely miserable.

This is also the main reason why Chen Heng did not leave after being troubled by Meng Anhu, this job, he ran into a wall for a long time before he got it.

After coming to the outside of the mine with difficulty, the workers had gathered as usual and were ready to go down the mine. Meng Anhu held a piece of grass in his mouth, sat leisurely on a millstone stone, and cocked Erlang's legs. Seeing Chen Heng, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he figured out that Chen Heng was here to take leave.

bullying Chen Heng is just a kind of banter on Meng Anhu's part, just for fun, because he is too boring.

"It's really boring to stay with these wastes, there are still two months, how should I survive these days? Xiao Yuyi, Xiao Yuyi, you little slut, doesn't this young master just want to hug your waist? When Young Master Ben returns, he will definitely conquer you, put you to bed, and let you taste the taste of life and death, hum!"

Recalling the reason for being demoted, Meng Anhu hated it so much that he only felt that he couldn't vent his anger, and when his eyes turned to Chen Heng over there, he suddenly thought of an interesting prank idea, and laughed.

Chen Heng only took one day off, and after a day of rest, even if he vomited blood, even if he died under the mine, he would have to go down to the mine and fight against fate.

He only had two days left to live!

But Chen Heng will never accept his fate, for the sake of his sister who has been separated for ten years, Chen Heng definitely does not want to die here.

Asking for leave from Steward Liu, turning around and meeting Meng Anhu's eyes with a wicked smile, Chen Heng's heart couldn't help but froze. But he didn't think much about it, he didn't go to the mine anymore, could Meng Anhu still be able to bully him? How to fill his stomach these days, saving spiritual rice for blood qi pill is the real headache.

However, there is no way to do it with a headache, no matter how much you think about it, you can't grow Lingmi in your head. Well, there's really no way, so let's borrow some from my co-workers......

Returning home sadly, Chen Heng lay on the bed, staring blankly at the roof. Feeling hungry, he reached out and took out a grain of spiritual rice from his waist pouch and stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with a creaky - this spiritual rice was as big as a soybean, with a full shape and an oval shape.

Lingmi does not need to be cooked, it can be eaten raw. As an extremely important cultivation resource, its position is very important, and when it is developed and planted on a large scale, it will soon replace the square hole money at that time, and become an irreplaceable circulation equivalent, a symbol of strength and wealth.

After eating twenty pills, Chen Heng stopped eating and reluctantly tied his waist bag. For a long time, because of poverty, he developed the habit of silently counting the number in his heart when he ate Lingmi, and he really knew it in his heart and could accurately control the amount of food at each meal.

There is not much food left, so save some if you can. You can save food by storing food, but what about the Blood Qi Pill?

In fact, the Blood Qi Pill was just a very ordinary pill, which was simply quenched from the blood of demon beasts, containing a lot of impurities, violent power, etc., which was used by inferior cultivators to make up for the nutrients consumed by cultivation, but Chen Heng relied on this kind of thing to save his life.

Chen Heng's heart beat ten times that of ordinary people since he was a child, and his consumption was ten times that of ordinary people, which was not obvious when he was a child, and became more and more intense as he got older.

When the energy in his body is insufficient, his heart will be in severe pain, and in severe cases, he will go into shock, and even die, which is one of the reasons why he is emaciated.

He had seen many doctors, but he could never find the source of the disease, if he hadn't met that nobleman, who left him a lot of blood qi pills, Chen Heng would not have survived until now.

Of course, those Blood Qi Pills were not enough to support him for ten years, but whenever Chen Heng was emotional, his heart would beat faster, and his strength would also increase.

He relied on this method to dig pits, change dressings, and save his life.

Despite this, the number of Blood Qi Pills was still decreasing, and by now, it was almost completely empty, and he had to think of another way.

Chen Heng closed his eyes and thought hard about what he could do.

With his strength, he would definitely not be able to hunt demon beasts by himself, so Chen Heng could only find a way to get Lingmi in exchange.

However, if there was a way, he would have carried it out a long time ago, and did he still need to stay in the mine?

Suddenly, Chen Heng opened his eyes. He suddenly remembered the bloodstone, and got up and searched the house.

"I fell here......"

Picking up the bloodstone in the corner, Chen Heng couldn't help but show a hint of a smile.

"Without aura, no matter how long it exists, it's just a waste. That's it, everyone is a waste, and I will take you in. ”

With this in mind, he found a cotton thread, threaded it through the small hole above the bloodstone, put it around his neck, and hung it close to his chest.

"Tomorrow, it's the deadline!I'm sorry, sister, the eldest brother really has no choice! This time, maybe it's really ......."

Probably because of his injury, coupled with his heavy heart, Chen Heng lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

He had a sweet dream, and in the dream he had a large pile of spiritual rice, piled up like a hill. He lay on the rice mountain wantonly, grabbed a handful on the left, grabbed a handful on the right, and stuffed another handful in his mouth, that kind of full feeling, can be so happy that people can dream of laughing.

"Hee-hee-hee......"

Chen Heng opened his eyes with a smile, and first wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth with his fingers. The sun shone in through the skylight, and it seemed to be noon, and this sleep was almost two hours.

Patting his face that was a little stiff with a smile, Chen Heng sighed slightly.

If the dream can really come true, it would be great, if there really is so much spiritual rice, he will no longer have to worry about his livelihood. Not only is the food available, but the Blood Qi Pill also needs to be as much as it is, and you can also use these spiritual rice to exchange for better exercises to increase your cultivation progress.

Just as he was thinking about it, his nose suddenly smelled a strong strange aroma, and he jumped up, and his eyes were fixed on a clay bowl on the wooden table.

It was a very ordinary clay bowl, and there was even a corner missing from the edge, and it was also the only piece of tableware in Chen Heng's house. Chen Heng rarely used the mud bowl, all his spiritual rice was carried in his waist bag, and he took it out and ate it directly when he was hungry, and the mud bowl was useless at all.

So usually the clay bowls are empty, and they are placed on the table purely for show.

The problem is that now there is something in the mud bowl, a golden ball, the size of a dragon's eye, and a rich aroma, which is emitted by it.

Chen Heng swallowed his saliva with a grunt, first rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then pinched his thighs vigorously, grinning in pain, but the mysterious pill was still lying quietly in the mud bowl and did not disappear.

It's not an illusion, it's not a dream!

Chen Heng looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no second person in the house, he tiptoed over carefully, and even held his breath, for fear that he would blow the pills out if he panted too much.

The pill is motionless, the whole body is round, and the surface of the body exudes a layer of misty golden light, automatically swirling and dancing, wrapping the whole body, lingering, like a real illusion, like a living thing, people look at it, and they can't see the actual appearance inside it at all.

Pill, is it pill?

Although the Blood Qi Pill is also called Dan, it should actually be called the Blood Qi Pill because its surface is rough and looks more like a mud pill.

And the real elixir has a completely different luster, not only smooth and bright, but even has a special texture, and almost all of them have the taste of herbs. Different recipe ratios give off different flavors.

Thinking of this, Chen Heng's eyes couldn't help but widen.

Regarding the elixir, he had never personally touched it, and had only heard many rumors and descriptions of the gods, and knew that the elixir was psychic and was by no means an ordinary dead thing. When he looked at it closely, he immediately became suspicious, and intuitively felt that the pill in the bowl was probably a pill.

This is a gathering of spiritual energy essence, a thing against the heavens and the earth, with the magical effects of flesh and bones, increasing longevity, and intensive cultivation. To some extent, people's desire for elixir is much greater than that of magic weapons. Even the lowest-level Gathering Elixir is a hot and sought-after item for moxibustion.

It's just that how could this rumored thing appear in the broken bowl of his house for no reason?

What the hell is going on?

Who put it in the bowl? Could it be that the elixir was psychic, went to the wrong door, ran to the wrong place, or did it fall from the sky?

Chen Heng was puzzled, and faintly felt that this matter was extremely strange, as the saying goes, "If something is abnormal, there must be a demon", could it be that this pill is not a pill, and it may even be harmful?

He suddenly remembered Meng Anhu's meaningful smile in the morning, and he trembled all over, almost grabbing the pill and throwing it away, but he hesitated the moment he started it, after all, this thing is extraordinary, and it doesn't seem to be fake.

"Well, it's better to wrap it up and take it to Fang City to find someone to identify it. If it's really an elixir, ask how to take it, after all, the elixir can't be eaten indiscriminately......"

Thinking of this, Chen Heng reached out and pinched it between his fingers, and because it was closer, the strange fragrance was even more fascinating.

Involuntarily, Chen Heng brought it to his nose and sniffed it deeply, his expression looking extremely intoxicated.

At this moment, the previous suspicion of Meng Anhu was directly thrown out of the clouds. He didn't know why, but the aroma of this pill seemed to be able to induce a heartbeat rate that resonated.

I didn't have time to think about it, and a strange change suddenly happened.

The pill suddenly seemed to have spirituality, leaped up, swished, the target was Chen Heng's mouth, and rushed into it with lightning speed.

Chen Hengda was stunned, and before he could react, he felt that the pill was like a hot stream, flowing into his throat and burrowing into his stomach.