readx; Pillar is a miner who has been in Black Ridge for five years. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Five years ago, he and his fellow villagers went out to work, but they were unable to find a job.

The friends in the same village plan to go home and talk about it next year.

After all, in big cities, they have no foundation, and they don't like to ask for people, and it is difficult to find a solid job.

But the pillar didn't think so, he was strong and ate with his strength, and he didn't believe that he couldn't find a job.

What's more, there is no turning back when you open the bow, if you go back like this, you won't even earn any money, how can you face your parents.

The pillar's companions couldn't resist him, and they all left him one after another and set foot on the way home, leaving only the pillar alone.

When the pillar stood on the crowded street, looking at the hurried crowd, he didn't know where to start.

Zhu Zi regretted a little, although this time the part-time job did not go well, but when he returned home, there would always be a bowl of hot rice waiting for him, and in this bleak street, facing the indifferent faces of strangers, a bone-chilling cold could not help but rise from the bottom of his heart.

Just as the pillar was criticizing his decision, a man with a pale face and glasses walked up to him.

It was from there that the suffering of the pillar began, this viper-like glasses.

However, the pillar did not see through the glasses at that time, and the warm greetings, patient guidance, enthusiastic explanations and rich rewards of the glasses brought the pillar to the remote Black Ridge and joined the mining team.

The pillar is not stupid, as soon as he arrived at Heiling, he noticed that the atmosphere here was unusual, and several strong men of five big and three thick always stared at him with bad intentions and sneered, as if they regarded him as a rare bird's nest shark fin.

As soon as he entered the Black Ridge, the smile on his face immediately turned cold, reminding the pillar of a biting viper.

Spectacles told him that it had cost him a lot of money to bring him from the big city to Black Ridge, that he had to pay off his debts through mining, and that every expense he had to pay for it was the proceeds of mining.

The pillar did not dare to resist, because one of the people who came with the pillar immediately attracted punches and kicks from several strong men because of his loud protest.

They didn't care whether he was alive or dead, they kicked and kicked him all over him, on the head.

By the time they stopped, the man was motionless, dead or alive.

The pillar was helpless and began his mining years.

The pillar is strong, not stupid, and as long as he pays off his debts, he can get out of here.

As long as he picks a sack of ore every day, he can buy a day's food, and then he can pick a sack of ore to pay off his debts, and in less than a hundred days, he will be able to escape from the Black Ridge.

However, the pillar thinks too simply, and the glasses and his accomplices are always able to make the pillar incur new debts, a hearty meal, a rough piece of clothing, and even the wear and tear of mining tools will also increase the debt of a hundred bags of ore.

As a result, the pillar's debt had more than tripled so far compared to when he first arrived, and five years had passed since he had been in Black Ridge.

Zhu learned from the other miners that this mine was the private vein of Glasses' own family, and they had sold all the stewards in the area, and no one dared to care about them even if they killed people here.

There are a few miners who have been mining here for more than 30 years, and they are so confused that they don't even remember who they are, and they just mine hard every day in exchange for a day's food.

The pillar's heart was like ashes, and he accepted his fate.

But sometimes he can't help but think that he shouldn't be mining here for the rest of his life.

The famous oil-mouthed drunken half-fairy in the village once showed him a picture after a drunkenness, saying that he may have had ups and downs when he was young, but then it was smooth sailing and a good life of wealth and wealth.

Although the drunken half-immortal eats and drinks nonsense, there are a few things that are still calculated, and the only hope of the pillar is that the appearance that the drunken half-immortal showed him can come true.

It is this hope that supports the pillar every time he mines and lives well, hoping that his suffering will end sooner.

On this day, when it was time to mine in exchange for food, the pillar handed over the sack of ore that had been harvested for half a long time to the caretaker, and went to the well to collect the food.

There are not many miners who receive food, and under the rules of glasses, miners are allowed to receive food in batches, so except for a dozen miners, all the thugs under glasses are standing on all sides, and the slightest disobedience of the miners will provoke these thugs to be ruthlessly beaten.

The pillar clutched the meal ticket in his hand and slowly moved forward through the crowd, hoping not to provoke the thugs.

In front of him, Ma Pole was receiving his meal, and he shrunk back with a look of sincere fear.

No one knows what the real name of the hemp pole is, but he is thin and has no strength, and he can only barely mine enough sacks of ore every time, and he has no spare energy to pay off his debts except in exchange for food.

Therefore, his debts are accumulating more and more, and he is still reluctant in any case.

The fat man who distributed the food looked at the hemp rod, and he was angry, and he did not see how much ore he mined, but he was very active in eating, and he always rushed in front of people, like a starving ghost reincarnated, and he did not know where he had eaten all the food.

The fat man gave Ma Zhu some food, hoping to teach him a lesson.

But where can he rely on the hemp pole, this is what he earned by working hard, why should he be short of two catties.

The struggle of the hemp pole could only attract more trouble, and the two thugs immediately walked over, kicked and hit the hemp pole, and soon the hemp pole was covered in blood and shrunk into a ball on the ground.

However, the two thugs did not stop, kicking and beating while shouting: "Why don't you die, why don't you move me." ”

The poor thin body of the hemp pole kept wailing under the blows of the two thugs, and it was unbearable to see.

The cry of the hemp rod aroused even greater hatred between the two thugs, who kicked the body of the hemp stick around like a leather ball, while the onlookers laughed as if they were enjoying a wonderful performance.

The pillar listened to the screams of the hemp pole and couldn't bear to close his eyes.

However, as soon as the pillar closed his eyes, he heard two strange screams, which were by no means from the hemp stick.

When the pillar opened his eyes again, he saw a man in a white robe holding up a hemp pole, while the two thugs just now were inexplicably rolling to the ground, screaming like pigs.

What's going on.

The fifteen or sixteen thugs who were watching were stunned, not knowing when this person would arrive here.

Could it be that he was tired of life, and dared to run here to spread wild?

The thugs rushed up and rushed at this man with their fists and kicks, and they wanted to give this boy who didn't know how good they were.

But the man didn't care about their attacks at all, he still held on to the hemp pole with one hand, and placed the hemp pole on a nearby stool, and with the other hand he just stroked at will, and in an instant, he threw all the thugs to the ground and fell into a ball.

Seventeen or eighteen thugs fell together, holding their heads and belly, crying out in pain, and none of them could stand up.

Zhu Zi looked at the person in front of him in surprise, he was not much taller than himself, the white robe on his body was spotless, and he was still eye-catching on this black ridge, his calm face seemed to reveal a sad look, and his clear eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through people's hearts.

The fat man who distributed the food woke up and ran backwards with a smoke, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The white-robed man did not stop the fat man, he put one hand on the back of the hemp pole and fed him a pill.

After a while, he picked himself up and looked at the person who rescued him, not knowing what to say.

Only then did the white-robed man turn to the pillar and the others: "What's going on." ”