I lifted the plank, and below was a deep, dark staircase, with a faint light at the end.

A sour, rotten smell spread up the stone stairs.

I frowned and walked down step by step, and when I reached the end, I could faintly hear the woman's whisper and moan of pain.

In the cramped basement, there are stacks of straw that have been trampled on.

A group of women, disheveled, lying on top.

They were bruised, swollen, and incontinent, and half of them were dead.

The remaining half, if you're lucky, could end up disabled.

I shuddered and turned their faces one by one.

It wasn't until I saw the woman curled up in the corner that my heart was suddenly lifted.

Black hair, a long body, and the signature long legs........

I shuddered and lifted the straw mat, relieved at the sight of the woman's face.

She looks seven or eight points similar to Murphy, but her skin is fairer, and her double eyelids look more well-behaved and charming.

In the early days, Murphy worked in the inspection office, and he had a wheat complexion in the wind and sun all year round, and he was quite surprised by the woman in front of him.

I calmed my anger and walked out of the basement, pulling out the Hidden Snow Spear that had stabbed the man in the chest.

"If you look closely, the woman in my portrait has a single eyelid and darker skin."

The man clutched his chest and let out a long breath, "My lord, we have almost no female workers here, and there are only a few women."

"If there really was such a beautiful girl in your portrait, I would have known it."

"I haven't seen anyone you're looking for."

"Why don't you try it in another mine?"

I said angrily, "I've already looked for all eight mines! If you dare not report it, I will guarantee that your life is better than death!"

The man curled up in fright, "I...... I really don't know! Maybe it's the other seven......

Suddenly, the man seemed to remember something.

"My lord, are you sure that all eight mines have been found?"

"That's right."

I said coldly, "The remaining seven mines are quite decent, and there is no dirt and dirt hidden here by you!"

"I see!"

The man struggled to his feet, "To the southwest, there's a ninth mine, but they're unlucky."

"Five days ago, they had a large-scale mining disaster, and thousands of people were trapped in the black fog.

"Your friend, there's a good chance you're in the ninth mine!"

When it came to this, the man hadn't let go, so it could be seen that Murphy was indeed not here.

I took out the teleportation token I had left for Murphy from the space inside my body.

The token was clear and undamaged, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

When I left the token, I incorporated a part of her soul into the sign.

If the token is clear and translucent, it means that Murphy is not in danger of life at this time.

The higher the degree of turbidity of the token, the more severe the injury.

Once the token is shattered, it means that the person is dead.

Outside the door, someone shouted at the top of his voice, "Lord Steward, the mine owner will arrive in half an hour, please pack up and prepare to greet you."

I aimed the tip of my gun at the man's neck, my eyes menacing.

The man swallowed and shouted weakly outside the door, "Got it, I'll be there soon."

On a mine, there are thousands of people.

If I'm trapped here, I'll lose half my life if I don't die.

I didn't dare to linger longer, so I stabbed the man to death, snatched his storage ring, and then pinched my fingers, transformed into his appearance, and swaggered out of the room.

When I went out, a group of people nodded at me.

In order not to reveal my identity, I ignored anyone, and after going out, I got on my horse and went straight to the inn where Wan'er was.

The whole Blackstone Fort is mixed with dragons and snakes, one

Once I leave the mine, trying to find me again is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Wan'er was standing at the door of the inn, looking anxiously left and right.

When she saw me, she immediately stepped forward in surprise.

"My lord, have you found anyone?"

"Nope."

I said in a deep voice, "Wan'er, your mission has been completed, you can go back."

"The cultivation materials on your body are enough for you to cultivate to the Jindan realm."

Wan'er looked at me pleadingly, "My lord, can I leave with you?"

I wondered, "Why?"

Wan'er lowered her head and said, "My strength is low, my parents died early, and I originally had a fiancé, but I was also mixed up by the Chen family."

"I don't want any pay, I just want to follow you and leave Blackstone Fort in the future."

"If I walk alone, I will definitely die on the road."

I said, "There's an ugly saying ahead, I'm doing something that licks blood from a knife, and I might die if I follow."

Wan'er looked at me expectantly, "No matter what, I believe in you!"

I said, "Okay, come with me."

I came to the Treasure Pavilion again, and when I entered the door, I took out a piece of high-grade spirit crystal, "Boss, let me ask you something."

The old man happily arched his hand: "Objectively, excuse me."

Me: "I've heard that a mine has recently collapsed and is shrouded in thick fog, what's going on?"

The old man said, "That's the case."

"Mining accidents are a common occurrence at Blackstone Fort. Small can level a mountain, and big can collapse an entire mine."

"When the mining area collapses, the black fog underground will gush out, enveloping a radius of dozens or even hundreds of miles."

"Black fog covers the ground, as short as March or May, and as long as more than a year."

"The mist is the best nourishment for the demons, and the evil things in it are surrounded, and others dare not set foot in it."

"People who are surrounded by black fog can't tell the difference between east, south, west, and north, and they don't want to get out of the fog coverage."

"When the fog clears, there will be people digging up the ruins of the corpses again."

I asked, "What are the chances of winning if I go to the Black Mist to save people?"

"This ......"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then sneered, "So far, no one has done this."

"I advise you not to do such stupid things."

Listening to the tone of the old man, the success rate should be less than one percent.

People are definitely going to be saved, and the big problem now is that I'm not sure if Murphy is trapped in the mine.

The spiritual power around me was too chaotic for me to pinpoint Murphy's location, so I had to use the oldest divination.

"Boss, do you have any turtle shells from the last year?"

"Yes. How long are you going to do?"

"The older the year, the better."

After a while, the old man took out a gray turtle shell from the warehouse, "This is a three-hundred-year-old turtle, which is used for medicine."

"If you want, just a piece of low-grade spirit crystal."

I took out the money and threw it to the old man, and my fingertips pinched the fire curse, burning the tortoise shell little by little.

As the tortoiseshell crackled, I ran my fingertips across Murphy's birthday, a little towards the most vulnerable part of the tortoiseshell.

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