Two hours passed very quickly, as if it were just a moment of deep sleep, and then I was awakened by the sharp and piercing sound of gongs.

Na Yaoguo had two deep black bruises under her eyes, and she had slept unsteadily for the past two hours.

There were no beds, all the slaves slept on the ground, not even on the flat ground, and the uneven mines were sprinkled with fine gravel and dirt, and their whole bodies were covered with flesh and skin.

Zhang Zheng had already woken up from her retreat, watching her exhausted clutching the flesh and bones of her body, her bare flesh covered in bruises and red marks.

"Next time you go to bed, remember to get rid of the broken stones, it will be better."

Zhang Zheng kindly reminded.

Na Yaoguo couldn't lift her spirits, and only nodded slowly with her eyelids drooping.

The rising sun shone brightly, the morning light broke through, and the exhaustion of everyone in the entire mine was evident in the bright sunlight.

Zhang Zheng thought that Na Yaoguo would rely on the forces behind him, throw off the mining work, and make up for it again.

Unexpectedly, although Na Yaoguo looked embarrassed, and her upper and lower eyelids were fighting with each other's eyelids open and closed, she always held the stone chisel and slowly knocked on the ore.

Near noon, Zhang Zheng's basket was full of ores, and Na Yaoguo's basket was not yet a quarter.

"Can we go together?"

It wasn't Na Yaoguo's voice, Zhang Zheng turned her head suddenly, it was the thin woman in the mining field beside her, who had stopped her with her dark, thin arms as thin as bamboo poles.

Zhang Zheng smiled and neatly put the basket on his back, "I just feel that I am walking alone, and I am bored on the road." ”

The woman's numb expression added a little other look, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or surprised.

She also crouched down, and a heavy basket of iron ore pressed down on her, and the hemp rope strap that disintegrated into the silk was visibly sunk into the flesh that was already so thin that only a layer of skin remained.

At first, the two walked side by side, but slowly, Zhang Zheng gradually fell one step behind.

She looked at the thick hemp rope that was deep in the woman's shoulder, and it was like a blunt knife cutting through the flesh and skin all the time.

The woman was tall and tall, and she should have been about the same height as her, but at this time, the iron ore on her back was as heavy as Mount Tai, and it was ruthlessly pressed on the body of a thin woman, making the woman a head shorter than her.

"How did you get here?"

Unconsciously, Zhang Zheng actually asked such a presumptuous question.

Reacting, Zhang Zheng hurriedly spoke, intending to remedy, "I'm sorry, I'm tired and dizzy, and I said some bad and ugly things nonsense, don't take it to heart." ”

The woman's footsteps paused, and her voice without waves revealed the truth, "My younger brother in the family has awakened his talent for witchcraft, but the talent is too poor, and no priest is willing to teach him, so my father and mother sold me here, and bought my younger brother a priest's job in exchange for money, and followed the priest to learn something." ”

It was obviously a sad and miserable experience, but in the woman's calm voice, it seemed like a bowl of cold white open, bland and tasteless.

But inexplicably, this bowl of cold water also makes people feel cold and biting, thinking that it has also boiled and noisy before, and has struggled and rolled, but in the end it still can't escape the fate of being cold, useless, and discarded.

Compared with the heart-rending boiling water, this bowl of cold white water is more frightening, because it has already been heart-rending, and I understand from the bottom of my heart that the heart-rending wail is useless.

The woman took another step, and Zhang Zheng followed her step by step, silent.

Her silence is not only for the woman's experience, but also for the message revealed in her words.

Wizarding talent?

At the beginning of the division of heaven and earth, the yang energy rises and the yin energy sinks, and the two phases are turbid, giving birth to spiritual energy, ghost energy, and demonic energy...... Thousands of breaths.

In addition to the cultivation of the true realm, which uses aura, demonic energy, and ghost energy as the cultivation medium, there are also many other mystical systems that tirelessly explore the cultivation methods of the rest of the qi.

When he was a guest at the Nanjia family in the hidden world, Zhang Zheng had the opportunity to read a book "Travels of Scattered People", which mentioned Wu.

It was a thousand worlds known as the "Dumb Beard Realm", and the people in this realm practiced with witchcraft.

There is not much relevant content recorded in the "Travels of the Scattered People", only that the witchcraft is treacherous and unpredictable, and most witchcraft is really harmful to the evil ways of heaven in the eyes of the monks, so the monks and the witches have always been at odds, and meeting is the point of hatred between the blades.

No wonder, Zhang Zheng always felt that the breath of the space here made her feel uncomfortable, it turned out that this was witch energy.

In this way, it is not difficult to understand that Foreman Liu and Foreman Wang gave the monk the title of alien race, and it is not difficult to understand that when they meet, they draw their swords and face each other.

It can only be said that the Tao is not the same.

And after this period of observation, from the bottom of my heart, Zhang Zheng doesn't like witches very much, not only because witchcraft makes her feel uncomfortable, but also because this world of witchcraft can enslave mortals openly.

In their eyes, mortal lives are like ants, and Zhang Zheng wonders how the other workers and slaves in the mine came here? But even if the lives of the slaves in the mine belong to the mine, they should not be so contemptuous of life and have no reverence.

The power of life and death is between the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the superiors, and the slightest disobedience can easily deprive mortals of their lives.

"It's here, you can hand over the mine."

The woman reminded her.

Coming back from thousands of thoughts, Zhang Zheng hurriedly removed the backpack on his back and handed it over to the miner slave.

Putting the empty basket on the ground aside, Zhang Zheng held two cold and hard nest heads in his palms, held a bowl of cold water, and sat with the thin woman in the open space next to the kitchen.

still looks up at the sky, and gnaws a nest from time to time.

Unexpectedly, the thin woman did not gobble up as if she was hungry, but looked at Zhang Zheng suspiciously.

She asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

Zhang Zheng raised his lips and smiled, "It's nothing, it's just a casual look, the sky is quite blue today, and there are more clouds than before." ”

The thin woman knew that the girl next to her who seemed to be thin was neat and strong, and she could carry a basket on her back almost every day to get a meal.

She said "um", took a bite of the nest head, and learned to look up at the sky with Zhang Zheng.

The sky was indeed very blue, and the white clouds were soft, and half of the sky was crowded and crowded, and the sun hid behind the white clouds, and in a short time the white clouds scalded out a hole, and the next moment, the white clouds blew in the wind and obscured the dazzling sunlight.

She suddenly felt her eyes sour, so sour that she sniffled uncontrollably, and the mist obscured her vision like a white cloud.

Today's wowotou is salty, and even the water is salty.

Do you put too much salt in the kitchen......

About a quarter of an hour later, the two of them carried the empty basket on their backs, still walking one after the other, ready to return to their positions.

When she was about to reach the place, the thin woman walking in front suddenly said, "The sky is indeed blue today. ”

With that, she returned to her place, put down her basket and continued mining.

Zhang Zheng stood stunned in place, and only after a while did he bring a smile back to his place.

"Hungry? Do you want to eat a nest head if you don't like it to be unpalatable. ”