"This kid has been in a coma for two days, I don't think it will work."

"If you don't wake up tonight."

"Carry him to the back mountain and bury him......

A cold voice faintly came, pulling Han Dou's fluttering consciousness back into his body, his eyes opened a gap slightly, and a vague and unfamiliar scene suddenly came into view.

Where is this? Am I not dead?

Why is it here?

Han Dou's confusion didn't last long, and the memories that welled up in his mind quickly answered his doubts.

Xuanjian Sect, Mining Miscellaneous Labor, Mining Disaster......

"I crossed over?"

Han Dou muttered in his heart, and finally understood.

Now his name is Han Shishi, and he is an ordinary handyman who helped the Xuanjian Sect mine mine for a living after his parents died early.

During an underground mining two days ago, a turbulent aura suddenly erupted in the mine, and he and a group of miscellaneous servants couldn't dodge it, so they were hit one after another, and they were forced to hold on to the bed for two days, but finally failed to save their lives.

Accept all the memories.

Han Dou's vision finally became clear.

"Steward Sun!"

"This kid is awake!" A handyman shouted.

The middle-aged man called Steward Sun glanced at the handyman with a displeased expression, "I have long eyes, I can see it!" ”

Han Dou fought hard and quickly recognized the other party.

Sun Liangde.

They are the stewards of this mine.

Although he has a reputation of "good virtue", he is a bad breed with no conscience and no virtue, and not only has he deducted the wages and food of mining and miscellaneous laborers for many years.

They also regarded miscellaneous servants as slaves, and beat and scolded them at the slightest misconduct.

Han Dou offended the other party because of an accident.

was assigned to a dangerous well, so that he suffered a mining accident and lost his life.

looked at Sun Liangde, who had a gloomy expression, and then recalled the other party's words just now, to throw him to the back mountain and bury him.

Han Dou couldn't help frowning secretly.

"It seems that my current situation is very bad......"

"Anyway."

"Now I have to find a way to deal with this person first, otherwise with the other party's temperament, I'm afraid he won't let me go easily."

Thinking of this, he immediately strengthened his weakness, sat up, bowed to Sun Liangde, and said in a respectful tone:

"Steward Sun."

Sun Liangde narrowed his eyes, and his tone was a little sarcastic:

"You're really lucky, all the other people in the mining disaster are dead this time, but you are so desperate that you have come back to life."

"The blessing of the whole grandson steward!"

Han Dou's pale face was filled with gratitude.

"If it weren't for Steward Sun, you would have come to visit, I'm afraid the little one would really die."

When a few handymen heard this, they immediately snickered, after all, Sun Liangde had just said that he would be carried to the back mountain to be buried.

Of course, Han Dou also heard it.

Therefore, the expression on his face is more sincere, and it will not let the narrow-minded Sun Liangde see a trace of irony.

"Huh?"

Sun Liangde glanced at a few people.

Then he locked his gaze tightly on Han Dou.

Seeing that his face was full of sincerity, not like he was in a yin and yang weirdness, he was a little relieved, but then he smiled coldly.

"Now that you're awake."

"Then hurry up and get ready to go down to the mine!"

"The mine is not a place for charity, the recent task is heavy, if you fail to meet the mining index, the sect will be punished."

Hearing this, Han Dou's heart was cold.

Naturally, he understood.

This Sun Liangde is determined to declare personal vendetta and use himself to establish authority.

After all, he had just woken up, and his body was very weak, and if he was taken to the underground mining now, it would be a matter of time before he died of exhaustion!

"Deacon Ling is here!"

Just when Han Dou was in a hurry, there was a sudden shout outside, and when he looked up, he saw a young woman dressed in an indigo power suit with a white background and several attendants walking into the door.

"I've seen Lord Deacon!"

Seeing the woman, Sun Liangde's face changed, and he hurriedly stood up and bent down to salute, and greeted him respectfully.

Seeing this, Han Dou also hurriedly got up to salute.

Ling Yujiao, an official disciple of the Xuanjian Sect stationed in the mines here.

The real principal of the mine.

According to Han Dou's memory, Ling Yujiao only came here to serve as a deacon half a year ago, and this was the first time he saw the other party's true face.

The eyes are like stars, and the eyebrows are like the moon.

The ponytail is high, the waist and legs are straight, and the appearance is also extremely standard.

There are not only three points of heroism, but also seven points of softness.

Han Dou only glanced at it and didn't dare to look at it again, lowering his eyes slightly.

"You don't have to salute."

Ling Yujiao responded lightly, and then set her eyes on Han Dou, "He is the miner who survived?" ”

"Exactly!"

Sun Liangde nodded, "Thanks to the deacon's Hongfu, this kid has picked up a cheap life." ”

When Ling Yujiao heard this, she bowed slightly, "Very good." ”

During the period under her jurisdiction, a mining disaster occurred in the mine, the No. 9 mine collapsed and closed, and all the miners died, even if she was a true disciple of the sect, the sect would inevitably hold her accountable.

But there is a difference between total death and most of the dead and wounded.

With one who survives, there will always be much less trouble.

Not to mention......

Thinking of this, Ling Yujiao touched the ring, took out a stack of spirit tickets and put them on the table, and said to Han Dou: "Since you have just woken up from a serious illness, you will take these spirit gold to buy some supplements, be sure to take care of your body." ”

"In a few days, the sect will send someone down to inspect the mining disaster, and you will have to be invited to inquire at that time."

"Thank you, Deacon Ling!"

Han Dou was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly thanked him.

Ling Yujiao's words solved his urgent need.

"Well, so be it."

Ling Yujiao looked at Han Dou and Sun Liangde as if she was observant, but she didn't say anything, turned around and led people out of the room.

"Humph!"

When Ling Yujiao was sent away, Sun Liangde immediately snorted coldly.

"You're lucky!"

……

When everyone left, the smile on Han Dou's face slowly disappeared, and he turned cold.

He glanced at the dozens of taels of spiritual gold on the table, and thought to himself: "Sun Liangde is ruthless, and the method of hypocrisy and wrongdoing does not work for him, licking his face and stammering, he will only bring humiliation on himself." ”

"It's better to keep this money for my cultivation."

That's right.

This is a world of cultivation with aura.

In the memory of the predecessor, a person who can absorb Reiki is called a spiritual practitioner. Spiritual cultivators, with infinite strength, light as a swallow, with the increase of cultivation, can even open mountains and divide water, flying in the sky.

His great-ancestor was a Body Realm cultivator of the Xuanjian Sect.

Unfortunately, his descendants are not well qualified.

After the death of his great-ancestor, the family gradually declined, and by his father's generation, he had been reduced to the miscellaneous servants of the Xuanjian Sect.

When he came to him, he couldn't even get started with how to induce air.

Let the breathing method passed down by the great-ancestors, the pearl be covered with dust.

"Pathetic!"

Han Dou shook his head, sighed, and then reached out to the teapot, ready to pour some water to drink.

"Huh?"

But when he just stretched out his hand.

But he suddenly found that there was a pale gold ring gear on the back of his right hand, which was slowly turning.

"It's ......"

Han Dou's eyes couldn't help but widen, and his heart was full of suspicion.

There is absolutely no such thing on the back of the hand of the predecessor!

"Is it the system?"

A slightly bold thought suddenly appeared in Han Dou's heart.

It seems to reflect Han Dou's conjecture.

There was a sudden glimmer of light on the pale gold gear, and an illusory numerical panel slowly formed in front of his eyes.

——System——

[Enlightenment]: 0

[Repair]: None

[Technique]: Thunder Breathing Method (Not Started)

[Martial Arts]: None

[Psychic]: None

[Divine Power]: None

[Practice]: Mining with a pickaxe (1/1000)