Ji Hui?

It is indeed a frightening name, the famous Ji family, not smiling, and not rubbing sand in his eyes.

As soon as this name came out, it was really terrifying.

But it's just a chill.

In this way, these four disciples of the Ji family will not be able to go back alive.

The eight Dao Palace Realm cultivators were even more ruthless and heavy, and directly took the lives of the four disciples of the Ji family with their fists.

The scene was tragic, children should not watch it, and some people even tried to cover Ye Qingfeng's eyes.

Ye Qingfeng's expression was as usual, and from the beginning to the end, he had a better understanding of the fierceness of the monks in the Northern Regions.

"Thank you, little benefactor, this place is not suitable for a long time, little benefactor, you should also leave quickly."

The eight Dao Palace Realm monks looted the treasures on the disciples of the Ji family and handed them to Ye Qingfeng as a thank you for saving their lives.

The rest of the people did not object.

Time is pressing, and this place is indeed not suitable for a long stay.

Ye Qingfeng quickly took the things handed over by a few people, asked the approximate location of the mining area, and left with Shenhong.

Those who were rescued also left one after another, and before leaving, they did not forget a fire and destroyed their bodies.

When another group of people from the Ji family arrived, there was only a little bit of ash, remaining on the red earth.

"Who did that?!"

The disciples of the Ji family roared angrily, without the help of outsiders, those who were bound would definitely not be able to escape on their own.

However, the four fields were empty, and no one answered.

A Four Extremes Realm elder of the Ji family ordered in a deep voice: "Catch those who escaped, and find out who is bold enough to dare to oppose my Ji family!" ”

"Yes!"

A group of young disciples of the Ji family responded in unison.

Ye Qingfeng, who was dirty, rushed to the mining area alone.

The mining area is an area in the northern region that covers an extremely wide area, formed in endless years, and is called "Taichu Ancient Mine".

Strictly speaking, the Taichu Ancient Mine is a forbidden land, and it is also one of the seven forbidden areas of life in the Eastern Wilderness.

The so-called forbidden area of life means that living beings from the outside world cannot step into, and stepping into it is death.

This is a tragic fact verified by the heroes, celebrities, and powers of the past generations, and thus the supreme murderous reputation of the seven forbidden areas of life in the Eastern Wilderness.

As long as you don't step into the restricted area, people are relatively safe.

Around the forbidden area, there are also scattered source mines.

Those scattered source mines, some of the source mines occupy a small area, but also very barren, the whole vein is mined, there are only three or four catties of sources, sometimes only one or two two sources, enough to see the preciousness of the source.

Some source ores cover a wide area, and the mined sources are also very considerable.

But these larger source mines are all in the hands of those super powers.

However, between the big forces, and between the subsidiary forces of the big forces, there are often bloodshed because of the ownership of the source mine.

Every year, every day, there are bloodshed incidents due to the competition for the source, so the boundary of the Northern Regions is not peaceful at all.

When Ye Qingfeng arrived at a small mining area, it was already dusk.

The mining area, with its horses and horses, low houses, and reddish-brown earth and rocks, is even more desolate in the setting sun.

Endless desolation, unchanging desolation, desolation seems to be the eternal tone of the Northern Regions mining area.

A group of mortals with numb expressions pushed wooden carts, numbly up and down the mine, numbly pushing a square of earth and stones.

They are called the Collectors, and day after day, they repeat the same work, looking dull, like a bunch of walking dead.

Even if Ye Qingfeng, this dirty little girl wandered here, it didn't attract the slightest attention from them.

There is no light in their eyes, and there is no light in their hearts.

Ye Qingfeng dragged his steps weakly, moved to the side of a housekeeper monk, lowered his little head, and said timidly:

"Uncle, I'm thirsty, can I give ......?"

"Smack!"

The answer to the little girl was a ruthless whip.

"Get out! Where did the little beggar come from?! The monk had already looked at the little girl, and when he saw that she was a mortal, he was not afraid of threats, so he said in disgust, "There is no father and no mother, get out of the way!" ”

In fact, the Northern Regions are so chaotic, people die every day, and most of them are helpless orphans.

The little girl trembled with fright, trembling and hurriedly retreated, mixed with those expressionless source pickers, as if she had found a life-saving straw and was anxious to seek refuge from them.

However, those source collectors didn't pay attention to the little girl who suddenly broke in, and they didn't dare to pay attention to it.

The monks in charge do not treat them as human beings, but only as slaves to the source.

Slaves don't need to have thoughts, they don't need to have emotions, they just need to be obedient and do their jobs well.

Wooden carts carrying stones came back and forth from behind Ye Qingfeng, passing by non-stop.

The little girl kept avoiding, kept shuttling, trembling with fright, and crying helplessly.

This is the normal reaction of a young child.

"Hahaha!"

The stewards laughed and lay down in their rocking chairs, enjoying their pleasure as they threw food into their mouths.

The little girl sobbed for a long time, so long that several stewards lost interest in her.

The moon rose again, and the bleak moonlight was scattered on this miserable place.

Those dull and weak source collectors are still numbly pushing stone carts, coming and going.

This small mining area is the No. 132 mining area of the Ji family, and the people here are all mortals.

First, mortals are not afraid of threats, which is convenient for management and control.

Second, if the monks are arranged to go to the ground to collect the source, that piece of the source will be of infinite use if it falls into the hands of the monks, so the monks who arrange to go down to the well to collect the source are all cautious.

Arrange for other monks to collect sources, worried that it will be cheaper for other families.

arranged for his own monks to collect the source, and he was worried that his own monks would be buried underground.

Therefore, most of the source collectors are mortals whose fate is like mustard.

Ye Qingfeng was tired from crying, and looked at the leisurely stewards again, his body slid like a loach, and he got into the bottom of a wooden car.

The frail man pushing the wooden cart, his gray eyes moved, he saw it clearly, but he didn't seem to see it, his chapped mouth moved, and he didn't say anything.

Anyway, whether you say it or not, you will inevitably be whipped.

Ye Qingfeng winked at him gratefully, his big wet eyes.

There seemed to be a little smile in the frail man's eyes, and the smile quickly dimmed, and he continued to push the empty car numbly, like a ghost, numbly to the side of the black hole.

Turning wheels, "crunching".

Ye Qingfeng firmly grabbed the bottom of the car with his two arms, followed the car and the weak man, came to a large wooden plank that rose up and down, and successfully came to the bottom of the well.

The bottom of the well was deep, dark, and smelly, with a few egg-sized glowing fluorescent stones.

The fluorite emitted a green and faint cold light, illuminating the entire bottom of the well like Senluo Hell.

More expressionless sourcekeepers, with a cold green light up and down their bodies, walked back and forth in this hell like wandering spirits.