Some people lament the dangers of mining, while others are eager to try it.

"From time to time, a batch of people will die, maybe such a good thing will not be our turn."

A young man who had just grown up, full of vigor and vigor, rolled up his sleeves, took the lead in raising his hand, and said positively: "Immortal, I'll go, I'll go, I have great strength, choose me to go!" I'm going to work for three years in a row, and I'm going to get five gold coins!" ”

"Three years?!" A group of older people, shaking their heads, pointed their fingers, and scolded with a smile, "You kid, it's really dead." ”

Ye Qingfeng completely integrated with those people, as if he was born and raised here, followed those people and pointed at them, and scolded with a smile: "It's really lifeless." ”

The suffering and disasters in the mine, the numbness, the powerlessness of mortals in the face of demons, Ye Qingfeng has seen it with his own eyes.

In such an environment worse than a prison, it is difficult for ordinary mortals to hold out for three days, let alone three years.

Even a monk who has been sealed with spiritual power can't hold out for three years without the support of a strong will.

The little boy is really an ignorant and fearless, very impulsive, very naïve, quite naïve.

It is also said that the mining time is completely the longer it is, the more dangerous it is.

Continuously working at the bottom of the mine, there is always a demon.

The longer the mining time, the more likely it is to die tragically in the face of demons, which is why the Ji family recruits people and only gives half a gold coin a year, but gives five gold coins in three years.

It's all about trading money for your life.

But there are still many people who are willing to accept this deal, born in this barren land, and there seems to be not much difference between a tragic death and a living.

"I'll go!"

"I'll go too!"

The people present responded one after another, but they were very positive.

An old man with gray hair, who had lost more than half of his teeth, raised his arms tremblingly, and said tremblingly: "I ...... I also sign up! ”

Everyone around laughed out loud, for fear that the old guy would be powerless.

A disciple from the Ji family laughed and scolded, driving the old man out of the crowd.

"Say it again! Say it again! ”

Another disciple of the Ji family, standing under the banner of the Ji family, looked around with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be under the age of thirteen!" Don't be over sixty years old! Monks don't want it! Especially monks, trespassers, die! ”

The word "death" bites extremely hard and is murderous.

Ye Qingfeng, who was unremarkable, walked forward unhurriedly with two hands.

"Name?" The little disciple in charge of registration didn't even bother to glance at Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng's voice was also mediocre, and he hurriedly replied: "Two dogs, two black dogs." ”

The Black Emperor bared his teeth in the white jade bottle and covered his face with his claws.

"Age?" The little disciple asked again.

"Seventeen."

"Monk or mortal?"

"Mortal." Ye Qingfeng replied firmly, without blinking his eyes.

"If it's a lie, let the Ji family dispose of it, can you recognize it?"

"Yes."

"Okay, here's the handprint." The little disciple of the Ji family pushed the red ink.

Ye Qingfeng glued his thumb to the ink, pressed it on the words "Black Ergouzi", and then went to the bottom of the flag.

A group of old men who had already pressed their handprints stood there with joy or sorrow, some still waving goodbye to their families, or crying, or barely holding up a smile on their faces.

Ye Qingfeng moved his steps again, standing with those big men who had no family.

Suddenly, a big fat head squeezed into the crowd from behind.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, what is the excitement, let the Taoist master also take a look." The big fat head opened and closed its mouth, twisted the big fat buttocks, and squeezed it hard.

The disciple of the Ji family swept over, sank his face, and waved away: "You monk, what kind of excitement are you coming, go quickly, go quickly." ”

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, it turned out to be a coolie who grabbed mining! What an unscrupulous! It's really unscrupulous! ”

The fat Taoist priest wore a yellow Taoist robe, had a beard, and had a fat belly, stood in the center of the crowd with a big grin, sniffed the rosacea nose fiercely, and said, "How do you smell in this way, there is the smell of a black dog here?" ”

Black dogs?

The Black Emperor?

Ye Qingfeng's expression did not change at all, and he looked lively, but secretly sighed at the sensitive nose of this fat Taoist dog.

However, the aura on this fat Taoist priest is also obvious, it is the kind of aura that has been in the dark all year round and deals with corpses and burial objects.

And the Black Emperor in the white jade bottle opened his mouth angrily and screamed, scolding very dirty, even dirtier than the time he scolded Ji Cong.

It's this damn dead fat man who not only stripped the flower pants off its body, but also robbed it of all its treasures.

"Woo~ Wang! Barking! The black dog tightened his tail and barked low, eager to rush out at once and fight the dead fat man to the death.

That dead fat man, wearing a serious Taoist robe, but he specializes in digging people's ancestral graves and not doing personnel!

Worse than a dog, damn fat Taoist!

Of course, Ye Qingfeng could understand all the movements in the white jade bottle, and listening to the black dog barking like that, he knew that there was a person and a dog, and he had formed a big beam.

However, Ye Qingfeng still did not show any flaws, and still had an expectant expression of watching the excitement.

Fat Taoist Duan De sniffed his nose and sniffed his nose again, so he turned his face and walked towards the group of people where Ye Qingfeng was.

It was a group of mortals, and it was inevitable that there would be some fear when they were stared at like this by a fat Taoist priest.

"Hey, you old boy, what are you messing with?" The disciple of the Ji family had a calm face, patted the banner embroidered with the word "Ji", and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't look at whose territory this is, just spread wild here." There are no black dogs here, but smell elsewhere. ”

"No, no, no." The fat Taoist priest waved his fat hand, smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, and said good-naturedly, "This Tao smells, it smells like a black dog, you let this seat smell it again." ”

A large group of mortals cowered and stepped back in unison.

When I retreated, I don't know who stepped on whose foot, and the scene was full of scolding and arguing.

Most of the people in the Northern Regions have fiery tempers.

Liu Jing began to get nervous, afraid that this fat Taoist priest would smell his master.

I don't know what kind of grudge Brother Dog has with this Taoist priest.

"Hey, it looks like it's right here." Duan De's two fat hands, loosely on his belly, walked towards Ye Qingfeng and their group like a walk after dinner.

But his two small eyes, but they were shining, locking on everyone in the group, paying close attention to everyone's facial expressions.

"Woo~Wang!"

The black dog was angry and frightened, this fat man should also be from a lot of background, looking at the cultivation is not high, but he is fat, but he is stubborn, and his fangs have also suffered a big loss on the fat man's arm.

Who would dare to believe it?

This fat man is covered in fat, and when he is blessed with spiritual power, he is comparable to the withered arm that emerged from Ye Qingfeng's sea of bitterness!

The black dog has reason to suspect that this fat man, like it, was born more than 100,000 years ago.