Dragon Country, Imperial Tomb Mountains.

Located on the western border of the Dragon Kingdom, the Imperial Tomb Mountains are known as a no-man's-land in China, and legend has it that the tomb of an emperor was once buried, which once attracted many tourists.

However, the environment here is very unfriendly to tourists, not to mention the extremely steep terrain, often infested with wild animals, many tourists are injured here and cannot be rescued in time, after the media reports that there are frequent disappearances and deaths of tourists here, this area is gradually unnoticed.

At this time, a dark-skinned young man carried two wooden barrels filled with water and walked towards the foot of the main peak of the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range.

As the sun sets, thousands of rays of light shine through the gaps in the mountains, and the young man's body seems to be covered with a layer of golden yellow, which looks particularly sacred.

Soon, the young man carrying the water came to the back of the mountains.

Behind the mountains, the main peak of the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range rises from the ground, like a huge sword reaching into the sky, towering into the sky.

At the foot of the main peak, there is a village shrouded in thick fog, this village is really strange, hidden behind the Imperial Tomb Mountains, so to speak, completely isolated from the rest of the world.

Surviving in such a place can be said to be completely incompatible with the outside world, and even if you want to go out, you have to walk for half a month.

This situation is extremely strange in modern times, as early as 200 years ago, the state has completed the poverty alleviation program, and it stands to reason that all the mountain people living in this environment will give corresponding support programs, and basically will spend money to build new houses for them, so that they can move out of the mountains to live in the outside world.

Unless the mountain people resolutely disagree to move out, they will inevitably be properly resettled by the state.

The young man carrying the water slowed down significantly after approaching the village at the foot of the main peak, and his face showed a hint of timidity.

Through layers of thick fog, he finally mustered up the courage to continue walking.

When he came to the entrance of the village, the young man looked left and right to make sure that there was no one, and then suddenly quickened his pace.

At this moment, a leather whip covered with tiny barbs suddenly came from the side and hit the back of the young man carrying the water.

"Smack!"

The clothes on his back were torn by a leather whip, and a bloody cut appeared on his back.

His body trembled slightly because of the pain, but the young man who carried the water gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, and his hands were holding the bucket tightly, as if he was afraid that the water inside would shake out.

"Black Tiger, do you know what time it is!"

The man who spoke was burly, with a big waist and a round waist, a gangster aura on his body, holding a black leather whip that had just been whipped in his hand, and his eyes were round when he spoke, and he looked fierce and vicious.

"Steward, I met a boar on the way to the water, and I lost time!" Although he was angry in his heart, the black tiger had a frightened look on his face.

"Is there any complaint about this whip?" Although the black tiger said the reason, the steward was still arrogant, and he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

"If you make a mistake, you should be punished, thank you for the lesson!" Black Tiger hurriedly spoke.

When the man in charge heard this, he nodded with satisfaction, and pointed to the village with the hand holding the leather whip, indicating that he could go in.

The black tiger hurriedly said thank you and walked in quickly.

Although this village is hidden among the mountains, the scale is not small, with more than 3,000 people.

Black Tiger is not a native of this village, he has lived in a bustling metropolis for only three years.

It all started three years ago, when the Black Tiger was attracted by many legends about the emperor's tomb to explore and play.

At that time, the black tiger was young and frivolous, and he dared to go deep into the mountains, but accidentally fell into a ravine on the way. At that time, the black tiger tried several ways to save himself, but the ravine was very deep and he could not get out of the trap at all.

The black tiger who had no choice but to call the outside world for a solution, but because he was deep in the mountains, the rescue force could not arrive for a while.

(Note: 2319 signal global coverage, WIFI also global coverage, so you can make outgoing calls in the mountains)

In the tormented waiting, Black Tiger waited for not a search and rescue personnel, but a disciple of the Black Prison Sect, and took him to the Black Prison Village to be driven by miscellaneous servants.

In the past, the Black Tiger believed in science, and even more firmly believed in atheism, and the so-called cultivation of immortals was disdainful of the Black Tiger, but when it came here, the Black Tiger found that there were really cultivators.

These cultivators are also completely different from ordinary people, although they can't fly the clouds, they can fly with weapons, their bodies are like iron, and they are invulnerable to fire and water.

However, the fantasy cultivation has nothing to do with the Black Tiger, and the cultivation techniques of the Black Prison Sect will not be taught to them at all.

Their existence is like slaves, carrying water, cooking, taking care of the spiritual field, raising spirit insects, etc., in short, all the chores and tiring work are done by them, and if they don't do it well, they will be severely beaten.

The lives of slaves like theirs are not fatalities at all here, but grass and sloppiness.

In the past three years, Black Tiger has seen many slaves die because they made mistakes, or even made no mistakes, just because the chief disciple of the Black Prison was in a bad mood and died under poison.

If you want to survive here, you can only correct your identity, be humble and live a life at the same time, and live carefully.

In the past three years, Black Tiger has not thought about escaping, but he can't leave at all.

This is a place where people are not treated as people, there is only a dead end to resist, when he was first arrested in this black prison village, the black tiger also thought about escaping, but this area is surrounded by mountains, how difficult it is to escape, and his body has been beaten into the black prison seal, as long as he runs out of a certain range, he will inevitably be sensed by the disciples of the black prison sect.

The consequences of being captured are undoubtedly miserable, and after experiencing it twice, Black Tiger has completely lost the idea of escaping.

Thinking about his thoughts, the black tiger carried the bucket to the No. 4 Lingtian under his care in the village, poured all the water in the bucket into the Lingtian, and then put down the wooden bucket and walked into the wooden house next to the Lingtian.

Closing the door, the black tiger took out a handful of herbs from under the bed, crushed them and carefully covered them over the wound on his back.

The originally burning wound was suddenly covered by a cool feeling.

Living here inevitably requires something to protect oneself, and this herb is one of them.

However, this herb is not a spirit grass, because the disciples of the Black Prison Sect will not use that kind of good thing on their miscellaneous servants at all, even if the disciples of the Black Prison Sect want to get the herbs, it is extremely difficult, and the spirit grass cultivated in several spiritual fields in the village is basically owned by the elders of the Black Prison Sect.

When the burning sensation on the wound had completely subsided, the black tiger removed the herb with the blood and threw it into the wooden box under the bed.

Then he took out a book "Iron Suit" from the wooden box.

After flipping through a few pages, Black Tiger threw the book into the wooden box with a complicated expression.

In fact, this book is not a cultivation method at all, it can only be regarded as an external skill, and the miscellaneous servants of the Black Prison Sect have a copy.

With the style of the Black Prison Sect, it is natural that they will not be so kind to give them the cultivation method, and letting them practice this external skill is just hoping that they can work better and withstand the toss.

In the past three years, the black tiger has often practiced this exercise, but the progress is extremely poor, in addition to the body is a lot stronger, the cultivation progress is like a turtle crawling, and the three years are still only stepping on the first level.

With a sigh, the black tiger climbed into bed, feeling that he could only sleep on his stomach today.

At this moment, the ground shook, and a loud voice came from the outside world:

"All miscellaneous disciples, gather in front of the sect!"

The black tiger who had just climbed into bed hurriedly jumped up, quickly put on cloth shoes, broke out of the door, and ran in the direction where the main peak was located.

Along the way, wooden houses were pushed away, and the miscellaneous servants also rushed towards the main peak like the black tiger.

It is generally not a good thing for the Black Prison Sect to summon the miscellaneous servants, but they must run fast, because the last five miscellaneous servants to arrive will be severely beaten, and it is a trivial matter to open the flesh and flesh, and it is even possible that their lives are not guaranteed, so they have to hurry.

Soon, a large group of miscellaneous disciples gathered in front of the Black Prison Sect at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing that the miscellaneous servants had arrived, the old man in a black robe with white hair stood up from his seat and stood on the steps in front of the mountain gate overlooking the ragged disciples from high to bottom.

"I'm going to announce something here today, and then I'm going to hand out an item to each of you, this item is called a virtual helmet, and the purpose is ......"

As he spoke, the black-robed elder took out a set of virtual helmet equipment from the box next to him, and then began to explain endlessly.

"And what about your role, is to earn soul coins in it, and then turn it in, the amount of soul coins handed in every day will be counted by special disciples, if you don't meet the requirements, you know what the consequences will be, but there will naturally be rewards for overcompleting the task, which can reduce the amount of work done every day......"

Looking at the virtual helmet in the hands of the black-robed elder, the black tiger looked stunned like all the miscellaneous servants.

How could this thing be that the black tiger didn't understand, the virtual helmet was a tool he used a lot before he came here.

What made the Black Tiger stunned was why the elders of the Black Prison Sect would bring this thing in, after all, the virtual helmet was a pastime and entertainment item, and the Demon Sect of the Black Prison Sect would not be so merciful.

As if he was afraid that the miscellaneous servants would not understand, the black-robed elder explained a few more times, and this time the black tiger also understood.

Collect soul coins in the game and turn them in?

Although he understood, the Black Tiger was still a little confused, unable to understand what the Black Prison Sect, which was dedicated to cultivation, wanted the currency in the game to do.

"Okay, each of you can take one piece and scatter it, and then work as usual in the morning, and enter the game to earn soul coins in the evening, remember, the amount of soul coins you earn determines the amount of work you have to do the next day!" As he spoke, the black-robed elder glared, his robe danced, and his appearance was bluffing.

After all the miscellaneous servants dispersed, the disciple standing beside the black-robed elder couldn't help but ask:

"Master, why do you want to buy these equipment from the outside world for these handymen to use?"

The black-robed elder shook his head when he heard this:

"I don't know very well, this is what the boss ordered, according to him, there are big mysteries and big opportunities in this game, and soul coins are the hard currency in this game, which is an indispensable thing, so the boss needs these three thousand miscellaneous servants to continuously create soul coins for him!"

"Games?" That disciple obviously still didn't understand what the mystery and chance in the game could have to do with reality.

"Don't guess, the head of the house naturally has his intentions in doing this, the head of the past few months is running around for this batch of virtuals, and it took a lot of effort to bring these devices back, for which the head also bought a solar charging device and placed it on the top of the mountain!" As he spoke, the black-robed elder pointed to the main peak behind him.

"By the way, you can also take one back and take a look at the game, maybe you can also get the opportunity that the boss said!"

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