It didn't take long, and it was Han Ming's turn to search his body.

Han Ming didn't panic, he stepped forward slowly, pretending to be cowering, looking like a half-grown child who had never seen the world.

Seeing Han Ming's embarrassed appearance, those horse thieves were a little too lazy to turn over Han Ming's body, because Han Ming's appearance was simply a poor boy, and it was impossible for him to have anything valuable.

Although they disdained to search Han Ming's body, but because of the regulations, these horse thieves still searched Han Ming's body, because knives and other weapons are not valuable things, maybe this kid has them!

After some exploration, the horse thief took out a dim and dilapidated gourd from Han Ming's arms, at first the horse thief thought that this gourd was for stuffing, but he shook it vigorously but didn't hear anything, he looked around again but didn't find the gourd stopper.

Only then did the thief realize that the gourd was not a container at all, but just a normal gourd, and that it should have been plucked from the gourd vine for a long time, otherwise it would not be so worn.

"Uncle, I plucked it from a dead old gourd vine, and I plan to make a water hyacinth to hold water to quench my thirst, but I haven't had time to do it yet. Han Ming lowered his head and said resignedly.

"Hmph, why didn't you say it earlier, no wonder uncle, I didn't find the gourd stopper after looking for a long time. The horse thief casually threw the gourd on the ground, and then began to search Han Ming's body again.

At this time, Han Ming's heart was relieved, fortunately, he had "dressed up" this bloody gourd with paint before, otherwise according to the extraordinary appearance of this bloody gourd, a fool would be able to see that it was extraordinary, and he might be snatched away now.

"The boots are good, take them off, I like it, uncle. The horse thief laughed, his eyes staring at Han Ming's feet.

Hearing this, Han Ming was shocked, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes in an instant, but he quickly hid it, and then pretended to be submissive and said, "Uncle, you want my boots, what can I do in the future! ”

"Hmph, I was taken by the uncle, that's your blessing, take it off, if you don't take it off, I will kill you, there are a pair of straw sandals, you will use it." The horse thief casually pulled a pair of straw sandals from the pile of straw sandals next to him and threw them in front of Han Ming.

At this time, Han Ming dared to rub it, so he had to slowly take off his boots and hand them to the horse thief.

"Well, yes, boy, you know each other! Where did you get these boots? They look sturdy, not like ordinary materials. The thief smiled, and then took the boot into his hand.

Referring to the origin of these boots, Han Ming suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have picked up these boots that were a bit of a good look, that time there were seven or eight people who relied on the crowd to provoke Han Ming, but they were all refined into the blood by Han Ming, and only some clothes remained.

At that time, Han Ming was wearing a pair of tattered shoes, and he happened to see these sturdy boots, so he couldn't help but take them off and put them on his feet.

In fact, Han Ming can't be blamed, he is in a hurry all year round, and he doesn't have a pair of sturdy boots, which is really inconvenient, he didn't think much about it at the beginning, and felt that with the mana of the fifth layer of Qi training, he was still worthy of such a pair of sturdy boots.

"It was taken a long time for the villain to remove the stench from a rotting corpse. Han Ming lowered his head and said.

"Hehe, you kid is trying to get your boots back, get over, and make the uncle unhappy to feed you to the wolf. The horse thief grabbed the boots in his hand, and then slammed Han Ming into another wave of horse thieves, which was considered to have passed the search of him.

Han Ming squatted down and picked up the gourd that had been thrown aside, and then honestly walked towards another wave of horse thieves, ready to get some mining tools, but when he walked away, he silently glanced back, and firmly remembered the appearance of the horse thief who snatched his boots.

A pair of boots is nothing, just take it, but there is an animal skin in the middle layer of the boots, which is the map magic weapon that Han Ming got from the Feng family sisters, this magic weapon has the ability to make people invisible, and when it comes to practicality, it is also on top of the silver hook magic weapon, he can't just give it up at will.

"Fortunately, the eggs were not put in one basket, otherwise the silver hook and hairpin would have been taken away. Han Ming thought silently in his heart, and at the same time, he inadvertently touched the silver hook magic weapon tied to the root of his thigh.

Han Ming turned his head to look at the horse thief who snatched his boots, and a trace of coldness appeared in his heart, and he said to himself:

"You'd better not live until my mana recovers, otherwise the blood demon will still be a lot worse than my blood and soul!"

After receiving some necessary tools, Han Ming's group was thrown into a relatively open cave, and was told how much gold ore to dig in exchange for three days' rations.

After the thieves had explained, they turned and walked back to the way they came, holding the entrance to the cave firmly, not giving the miners any chance to escape.

Han Ming turned around and looked at the cave, and found that the cave was open in all directions, and there were more than a dozen mine crossings, each of which had torches inserted into the cave wall.

These torches are different from the braziers outside, they can only illuminate a small area, and this place is much wider than the mine road outside, so this place is very dim, although Han Ming's eyesight is excellent, but he can only barely see things dozens of feet away.

Han Ming could only see such a short distance, not to mention the other miners, I am afraid that he could only see the range of seven or eight zhang.

Not long after being thrown here, the captives who came with Han Ming were divided into four or five groups, and then they each picked a mine to enter.

Soon, there were only a few dozen people left of the hundreds of people, and Han Ming was one of them, Han Ming turned his head to look at the remaining people, and suddenly had some guesses in his heart.

Eighty percent of the remaining people were not from the caravan that had been robbed, but, like him, had been captured by horse thieves.

After a while, these dozen people consciously gathered together, and it was obvious that they understood very well that the greater the strength of the more people, especially in such a place, it is easy to deal with any emergencies when they get together.

Han Ming frowned and thought about it, and finally decided to join these people, now his strength has dropped greatly, and without using poison techniques, he can only be barely regarded as a second-rate master.

Han Ming felt that his power of self-preservation was really a little weak, and he felt that there should be many martial arts masters in this mine, after all, there were many masters among the dart masters who had just left, not to mention the old miners who had been here before.

"Little brother, come with us, everyone should take care of it, otherwise God knows what danger is in this mine. A somewhat weak middle-aged man asked Han Ming.

Han Ming smiled slightly and walked towards the dozen or so people, answering the invitation of the weak middle-aged man with realistic actions, and when he walked among the dozens of people, he bowed his head in a sullen voice and did not speak, looking like he was obeying the arrangements of others.

Han Ming took a general look at these people in his team, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the gap between the dozen or so people in them and the three waves of hundreds of people who left before was not ordinarily big.

There are very few people in their team who have actually practiced martial arts, and if he doesn't count himself, there are only a few of them. There are also two white-haired people over 1/200 years old in the team, who can only be used as a refill, and if something happens, they can only be held back.

The leader of this team was quickly elected, and it was served by two people who knew martial arts, and no one objected to the two of them being the leaders, after all, the strength now depends.

Han Ming didn't have the idea of competing with these two people for the lead, because he joined this team just to find a safe haven for the time being, and whether he wanted to leave this team in the future was a matter of two words.

Besides, although the leader has some benefits, he is also a bird, and if something happens, the eight CDs who were robbed are these leaders.

The two leaders summed up and picked a mine path and walked towards the depths of the mine. Han Ming recognized this mine road, and a group of dart masters had chosen this mine before.

Before walking into the mine, Han Ming turned his head to look at the mine where they had received the tools before, and couldn't help sneering in his heart. Just now, for fear of being searched, he threw the bottles and cans on his body in the mine outside.

Among those bottles and jars, there were not only Lou Yinsan, which sealed his throat with blood, but also invisible poison powder that could volatilize into gas, and several bottles of various secret antidote pills.

Now those bottles and cans are thrown in the corner of the mine, if any horse thief "chance" is not shallow, accidentally finds these bottles and cans, or carelessly kicks a certain bottle cork open, then there is a good show, maybe can poison dozens of horse thieves.

After walking for a long time and turning many corners, but he had not yet entered the depths of the mine, Han Ming couldn't help but feel a little at the length of the mine and the huge amount of work.

Just when Han Ming was guessing when he would be able to catch up with those dart masters, he faintly heard a noise of shouting and killing, as well as some sounds of gold and iron colliding and fighting.

After hearing the sound of someone fighting, Han Ming's face changed slightly, and he silently slowed down his pace without thinking about it, and walked silently at the back of the team. At the same time, his ears rose high, carefully judging the distance of the sound, and his divine consciousness was quickly distributed, monitoring everything within a radius of dozens of feet around him at any time.

After about a few more turns, the other dozen or so people also heard the shouts of beating and killing, and everyone's faces changed, and even a fool could hear that this shout was far from being made by one or two people, nor by one or twenty people.

At this time, Han Ming's brows were also slightly furrowed, he could now hear that the sound was clearly seventy or eighty zhang away, and it was only because of the heavy rock walls and the twisting and turning mine tunnels that the transmission of the sound was prevented, making people feel that it was still a hundred zhang away.