Murphy asked in a different way, "Sister, what we want to know is, where is the exit from the Valley of the Gods?"

"Also, how did your ancestors survive?"

The man looked at us in confusion, and only after a while did he hesitate and say, "We who serve the Valley of the Gods have lived by mining for generations."

"The ore we dig can be exchanged for food, and if there is a surplus, we can also exchange it for daily necessities and medicine."

"As for running out, it's impossible. There is a divine barrier in the Valley of the Gods, and no one can escape."

I asked, "How many escapes have you tried?"

The man was surprised, "What a glorious thing it is to dig ore for the gods, why run away?"

The words of men and women blinded me.

Looking at their appearance, they are somewhat different from beggars, but not much......

Under such conditions, a twelve-year-old child is hungry like an eight-year-old, and can it still have anything to do with glory?

A family of three entered the house, scooped water from a crockpot water tank, and the muddy muddy water entered the mouth, choking and coughing while drinking.

I looked down and saw that three-quarters of the mud in the yellow mud jar was dirt, and only a layer of water floated on it.

Whew, fortunately we brought water and food, otherwise we would have to drink this yellow muddy water like them.

When I was about to open the storage bag, I was shocked to find that the spiritual power in my body seemed to be sealed, and it couldn't flow at all.

Without spiritual power, the storage bag is difficult to open.

I held it for a long time, and I didn't take anything out.

Murphy saw what was going on, and immediately panicked, "Big brother, don't tell me, what we ate and drink, and those materials are all gone!"

I smiled wryly and said, "The storage bag can't be opened, and the backpack we carried with us is probably lost during the teleportation."

Murphy swallowed, "I knew I would have drunk two more sips of water just now."

Looking at the yellow mud in the water tank, we really don't have much appetite.

The family saw our problem and promised to take us to the mines the next day, so that when we had mined the ore, we could go to the priest in exchange for clean food and water.

In the evening, the family lit half of the candle and sat in the living room chatting.

The man took out a greasy yellow tobacco leaf from under the pillow, chopped it with a knife, tore off a piece of broken pasted window paper, put it on the candle head, and took a few puffs.

A pungent smell wafted through the room, and a soothing expression appeared on the man's face.

The women squinted, ripped threads from the scrap fabrics, wrapped them together, and began to mend the family's clothes.

Murphy and I sat in it, looking out of place.

Murphy's stomach growled, and I was a little embarrassed to ask the man, "Big brother, can you give us something to eat?"

The man shook his head, "Looks like you're from far away and don't know our rules."

I hastened to add, "We will not eat in vain, but we will give it back later."

The woman said, "No, we are not reluctant, but we have no food at home."

"Everyone's food is taken from the priest and eaten on the spot."

"If you're hungry, you can bear with it and wait for Ming'er to take you to the mine."

It can't be helped, that's the only way.

I clenched my fists and said, "What do you two call me?"

The two men were even more surprised.

After a while, the man spoke, "In the Valley of the Feeding Gods, everyone except the Feeding Priests is called a miner."

"I'm a male miner, my wife is a female miner, and our children are little miners."

The man's words made me very incomprehensible.

Just as I was about to ask something more, they had already finished sewing their clothes, smoked a cigarette, and yawned back to their room without any lingering.

Murphy and I also went back to them to prepare for us

of the room.

The bedding in the house was so dirty that we couldn't sleep, so we just sat on our chairs and prepared to stay up all night.

As an immortal Taoist, my spirit is extraordinarily full, and I don't sleep for three or two days.

But at about eleven o'clock in the evening, I couldn't stay up anymore and yawned vigorously.

"Ahh

Murphy let out a puff of snot and awkwardly wiped it with a tissue in his pocket, "Hidden Dragon, do you feel so cold?"

Cold? Impossible.

Murphy's cultivation realm is not low, and the righteous qi in his body is added to his body, and a layer of body protection sword qi, even if his bare butt is forty or fifty degrees below zero, he will not feel cold.

Speaking of cold, I couldn't help but shudder.

It's strange, how did my spirit and physical fitness become the same as ordinary people?

It was too cold in the house, so we were going to go out for a walk and survey the surroundings by the way.

But the moment we walked out of the house, we were dumbfounded.

A full moon in the sky occupies almost one-third of the sky, but it is covered with a layer of dark red blood, so that the light is not bright, and the visibility is about ten meters.

The mountains and rivers were hazy, and everything was shrouded in blood.

The temperature during the day is about 10 degrees, and we don't feel cold when we wear single clothes.

At night, the temperature outside is at least minus 30 degrees, and the breathing is so cold that the respiratory tract hurts.

The wind blows, kicking up the dust.

"Ahh

Murphy snorted again, and I hurried back to the house, closed the door, and went back to the house to hide.

With the passage of time, the energy in our body can no longer be mobilized, and our physique has become almost the same as that of ordinary people.

There was a pile of hay in the corner, and Murphy took off his coat, wrapped himself in a ball, and fell into a deep sleep.

Gradually, I became more and more sleepy, and I crouched in the corner and curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

The next day, while we were still in a daze, there was a knock on the door twice, and a man's voice came from outside.

"It's time to get to work, two."

At this point, I was sleepy and cold, and my stomach was growling.

I've rarely had this hunger since my practice.

Murphy held his head, "I'm almost hungry, let's go mix something to eat first."

We followed the family out along a deserted road, and for half an hour I didn't see a single greenery.

Black earth, yellow sand, gray sky, and the sun hanging high in the sky like a gray penny coin.

Half an hour passed, tired and hungry, and finally I reached a more desolate ground.

The ground was wide, full of large and small potholes, and there were many ragged people, like moles, carrying shovels and backpacks, silently squatting on the ground and digging.