"It's dawn, get out!"

"It's time to get to work!!"

Not long after Song Zhicai closed his eyes, the iron bars of the dungeon were clattered.

A male cultivator in a black brocade robe, like Yuvili, shouted loudly while holding a long whip and slammed the people and animals who squeezed out of the prison door.

Looking at the appearance of the group of people and animals scrambling, Song Zhi keenly sensed that something was wrong.

In a world where there is no justice, there are often many unspoken rules.

If you are not sharp enough, you will inevitably suffer a big loss!

After realizing this, Song Zhi grabbed Feng Ye's wrist, got up and drilled into the crowd.

She doesn't bully either.

She picked out the demon clan and half-demon heap who followed behind the snake demon wolf demon and helped them to help them squeeze in.

With her continuous skill, coupled with Feng Ye's tallness, it played a certain role as a shield.

Song Zhi pushed or kicked or kicked, and he was out of a group of people who harbored evil intentions.

She and Feng Ye's latecomers came first, not only rushing to the middle and front positions.

Song Zhi also slipped the little deer-eared half-demon who had first touched them to his side.

It's just a coercion.

Song Zhi and Feng Ye followed the flow of people and rushed out of the dungeon of the human and animal sheds together, and went directly to the place where they worked.

When he saw the surrounding environment clearly, not far behind Song Zhi, a terrible scream suddenly sounded.

Song Zhi and Feng Ye were only startled for a moment, and then turned their heads to look without changing their faces.

The little deer-eared half-demon was so frightened that his little face turned white, and his whole person trembled, and he even dared to reach out and pull Song Weaving's sleeve.

*

"Sister, sister......"

"Don't look at it!"

"Let's go!!"

"If Lord Li doesn't have enough fun, he will choose people and animals at will, and then do things to abuse and kill to help the fun!!"

The deer-eared little half-demon whispered.

Without waiting for Song Zhi to respond, he pulled Song Zhi to rush to the mine in front of him like a dog biting his ass.

Song Zhi turned her head to look around, and found that the people and animals around her were doing this, so she didn't shake off the deer-eared half-demon.

Feng Ye has always been reliable.

He didn't ask much, where Song Zhi went, he followed him wherever he went.

As soon as the group of three people entered the hole, seven ultra-thin darts in the shape of willow leaves burst into the place where they stood.

A pig-eared demon clan, as well as two half-demons with magic patterns on their necks, were pierced.

The darts shot by Brother Jindan are naturally different from ordinary people.

The three dart men vomited black blood and struggled to get up and continue to escape, but in the next moment, their eyes suddenly widened, and their faces revealed extreme horror and pain.

Listen to only two pops.

The three of them were cut by the rotation of the darts, and they turned into several corpses and fell to the ground.

All of a sudden, the blood was surging.

The humans and animals who witnessed this evil act fell into an eerie silence.

*

"Senior Brother Li."

"Construction is now underway."

"Don't delay the important matter of the head of the family!"

Seeing the seven darts tremble slightly, they all flew into the air, and once again aimed at the frightened group of humans and animals.

A male cultivator dressed in pale gold robes jumped out of a pavilion.

He frowned and shouted coldly, as he swung out the spiritual wind and slapped the seven darts directly at the monk surnamed Li.

The male cultivator surnamed Li waved his aura and took the dart strongly.

He snorted coldly, didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the human and animal shed.

The managers in the sinkhole have their own duties and are strictly hierarchical.

As the Dungeon Master, he was not allowed to linger too much in the outer pits.

Indeed, he overstepped the rules.

But he did it on purpose.

He just can't get used to Feng Xu'an's stupid appearance of being high above and no one in his eyes!

He is trying to provoke him and provoke him!

There was no trace of time in this sinkhole, and he couldn't remember how long he had been there.

He only felt that the long journey of immortals was wasted in the sinkhole, which was too worthless and too empty.

He's so bored......

*

Song Zhi and the three of them didn't know the melancholy and helplessness of the manager surnamed Li.

Seeing the male cultivator in the pale gold robe, he stood in mid-air and frowned.

Song Zhi and Feng Ye hurriedly lowered their heads, picked up the tools for digging the mine, and began to bang and beat without a teacher.

The little half-demon with deer ears did a very hard job, and the people were not big, but they carried a big hammer and smashed it the crack of the stone.

"Sister, uncle."

"Don't be lazy and procrastinate."

"We are a small group of three, and we need to complete the mining task in a certain amount."

"If you can't finish it......"

"If we can't finish it, we, we will become food for those demons!!"

"Lord Li likes to torture and kill us, but the supervisor surnamed Feng likes to pick bones in eggs and take our lives with strict regulations!"

In short, it can be summed up in one sentence.

In this sinkhole of Yanli Mine, all managers who have cultivation are not good people.

The deer-eared little half-demon, that's probably what it means.

Song Zhi and Feng Ye were not fools, so they naturally understood what he meant.

Silent for a moment, Song Zhi glanced at Feng Ye.

The two of them didn't dare to be lazy anymore, and smashed the ore with a sledgehammer.

According to the meaning of the deer-eared little half-demon, the three of them formed a temporary team.

By the time the work was delivered in the evening, the large piece of Yanli ore in front of him had to be completely excavated, crushed and packed into an iron frame.

Yanli raw ore is very hard.

Even if the monk uses spiritual power to mine, it will take some effort.

Now, it is even more difficult to replace it with people and animals who have no spiritual power, demonic power, and demonic energy.

The degree of trickiness can be imagined.

*

"Don't be stunned!"

"All move."

"If you can't complete the task when you're ugly, you'll all die in the pit!!"

Feng Xu'an shouted loudly, he stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in the air, and looked around with a pair of sharp eyes.

When he saw a slow man or animal, he swung a whip in the air and rolled the man to the ground.

Although this method is not as cruel as the manager surnamed Li, it is just as terrifying and makes people dare not disobey.

Song Zhi and Feng Ye are unlucky newcomers.

They couldn't think of anything else but to follow the crowd.

In a ding-dong knock.

Song Zhi and the three of them worked together, and it took a morning to finally fill two baskets.

At this point, Song Zhi only felt that he was sore, extremely weak, and his mouth was dry, and his stomach kept growling.

This is a physiological reaction that only mortals have.

She'd only experienced it before she crossed over.

It's been a long time.

Not far away, the supervisor who was sitting in the pavilion drinking water and playing the piano.

Song Zhi touched his lips that had dried to the point of peeling, and thought bitterly in his heart.

*

"Qualified."

"You can rest for a pillar of incense."

Song ori watched as two half-demons followed the Overseer.

After making relevant records, the two half-demons carried the two baskets of ore away.

Not to mention, the deer-eared little half-demon breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a happy expression.

Even Song Zhi and Feng Ye, who had not done physical work like mortals for many years, their tense nerves were slightly relaxed.

"Sister, uncle."

"Come, eat two barley seeds, and quench your thirst."

The little half-demon who claimed to be a deer deer dug through the crack in the stone, and then found a shallow tuft of green fruit and weeds.

He stuffed a small half into his mouth, and then held the rest in front of Song Zhi, and tried his best to invite the two of them to taste it.

Song Zhi paused for a moment before reaching out to take it.

She sniffed lightly, and actually smelled a faint scent of spiritual rice.

"Senior brother."

"This grass seems to be wrapped in a trace of essence aura?"