In a place hundreds of miles away from the town, Tongshan is full of people, and people and animals are extinct, which is where the mine is located.

Zhang Fan and the others flew here in just a moment.

When I fell to the ground, I looked at it, and there were dead vines and old trees, scattered and stump branches, and I was depressed.

A few zhang away, a dark and secluded cave mouth was wide open, as if hundreds of lives still couldn't fill it, and still chose people to eat, and there was an endless yin wind coming out of it, which made people feel cold to the bottom of their hearts.

After a brief observation, Zhang Fan took the lead and led everyone into the mine.

As soon as he entered, he was shrouded in boundless darkness, and he squinted his eyes slightly, before he could get used to it and raise his eyes to look at the surroundings.

The ugly and hideous walls, the huge trees supporting the roof, the undulating ground with sharp stones and stumbling feet, everything is no different from an ordinary rough mine.

However, as long as you look thirty feet away, you know that it is not an ordinary mine, but a bloody killing field.

There, dozens of corpses lay horizontally or prostrately, leaving long bloody trails behind them, curled up with their heads in their hands, surrounded by tumbling marks, or plastered against the walls, leaving bloody scratches of varying shades in vain......

The blood is black and brown like ink, and the body is dry and hard but not rotten, and it is obvious that they have been dead for a long time.

They are naturally the miners hired by the two families, but the pity is that they are only thirty feet away from the entrance of the cave, and they are usually only a step away, but at the last moment, they become a cruel giant gate, isolating yin and yang.

Jiang Tao and the other five had already seen it, but Zhang Fan's eyes flickered, focusing on every subtlety. Lin Sen was the only one, with an obvious unbearable look on his face, sighed gloomily, and walked up to the corpses, as if he wanted to bury them.

"Huh?" he suddenly wondered, hesitated, and said, "Why do they all look like monks?"

Although it is a questioning sentence, the tone is extremely affirmative. Obviously, the low-level magic weapons scattered around, or some secular swords that could barely withstand the impact of spiritual power, all proved their identity.

Hearing this, the Jiang brothers looked a little embarrassed, as if they didn't know how to speak, and Jin Feng's face showed obvious disdain.

Zhang Fan sighed secretly, but not for the sake of the dead in front of him, but remembered his own old man, once, in order to live a better life in the sect, he ignored his eighty years of age, and like these deceased, he went to the mine to earn his life.

Indeed, it can be described by the word "earning a life".

Since ancient times, every spiritual stone has been stained with blood, including the tears of mortals and the blood of monks.

Perhaps it is because all the pure spiritual energy has been absorbed by the spirit stone when the mineral vein is formed, so all the spiritual energy in the spiritual stone vein must be mixed with restlessness, and mortals often have only a moment and a half, and they will be weak in their limbs, unable to work, and even sudden death is not uncommon.

Therefore, often when mining is opened, the mine owner will hire a large number of down-and-out cultivators, mixing them into the mortal miners, who are responsible for mining, and the mortals are only responsible for lighter tasks such as transportation, which also improves efficiency.

These down-and-out monks, for the reward of a few spirit stones, under the shroud of restless aura, are not completely risk-free to continuously operate the technique and consume spiritual power.

In all the spiritual stone veins, there are a few cases almost every year, and the monks who consume too much spiritual power lose control, and then explode and die.

It can be said that at both ends of the scale, one is the spirit stone, and the other is human life.

No, the two of them were so anxious, and all the people who used them were immortal cultivators, so the efficiency of mining was naturally greatly improved, but it also made the casualties extremely heavy at the time of this incident.

No wonder they were in a hurry to seek help from the sect, there were more than 500 immortal cultivators killed or injured, whether it was for the sake of the family's reputation, or for the sake of being able to summon people in the future, they needed to appease the families of the deceased, which was a huge expense.

If you add the needs of the early mining, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as bankrupt, if you can't solve the problem of the mine as soon as possible, so as to continue mining, I am afraid that the family itself will be unsustainable.

After briefly explaining to Lin Sen what was going on, everyone followed the path that was almost paved with corpses and continued to the depths of the mine.

Along the way, Wang Xinling kept communicating with Ying Ning in a whisper in her ear, raising her head from time to time to guide the way.

At the beginning, Zhang Fan was still doubting how Wang Xinling communicated with Ying Ning.

From beginning to end, she only made the murmur of "Infant Ning, Infant Ning", and nothing else. At this time, I finally understood, although the content of the murmur did not change from beginning to end, but the tone was different.

There are ups and downs, tactful or poignant, different lengths, uneven heights, obviously it is through the judgment of these tones and tones that Wang Xinling can understand what she means.

Knowing this, Zhang Fan truly believed that she had the ability to escape from the mine, and it was not something ordinary people could do to figure out the meaning of those seemingly unchanging murmurs in a short period of time.

This little woman is afraid that it is not as simple as it seems.

There was no word all the way, except for the intermittent corpses, from less to more, nothing else happened, and the whole mine was as silent as death.

In this pitch-black environment, I don't know how long it has been, and this is a darkness that can be changed even by the passage of time, and it seems that there is no end.

Just moving forward in such a monotonous silence, Zhang Fan, who was walking in the front, suddenly paused, and then, a strange voice sounded from under his feet.

"Rustling", as if the eggshell is broken, and like the weathering of the rock, it sounds very weird.

Looking down, Zhang Fan realized that in the darkness, he actually stepped into a skull, reaching to his ankles, looking like he was wearing a white bone boot.

It's just that this skull doesn't seem to be very hard, but has a feeling similar to that made of sand, otherwise it wouldn't have been stepped on by him so easily.

"It's ......"

Lin Sen walked beside Zhang Fan, naturally saw it clearly, and leaned over to check it while questioning.

At this time, a little firelight ignited from Zhang Fan's palm, instantly illuminating everything around him.

Before, because everyone's cultivation was not weak, they all had some night vision ability, so in order not to attract the peep of the yin spirit in advance, they did not illuminate. At this time, it seems that he has entered the depths of the mine, and there is not even a sporadic light, even to the point where the void room is white, it is gradually a little unclear.

By the light of the fire, everyone could clearly see that a lone human head was trampled under Zhang Fan's feet, and the matching bones were ten zhang away.

There were broken bones, mining tools in the shape of pickaxes and pickaxes scattered all over the place, and even spirit stones, magic weapons, and so on.

However, these have all become scrapped, otherwise they would not have been preserved until now.

The spirit stone was dim and dull, obviously the aura had already been lost, even those magic weapons seemed to have no aura at all, no different from mortal iron.

How long will it take for a spirit stone to be eroded and a magic weapon to turn into a mortal one? Lin Sen was curious for a moment, and stepped forward to pick up a pen-shaped magic weapon. Unexpectedly, the hand just clenched it, and it was lifted only an inch, and it suddenly became lighter, and when I looked at it again, there was still the shadow of the magic weapon in the palm of the palm, only the fragments like wind and sand remained.

"It's been at least tens of thousands of years!" Lin Sen shook his head and sighed, got up and said, "They should be the miners of the ancient period, Senior Brother Zhang, it seems that we have entered the location of the ancient ore vein, be careful." ”

"Hmm. Zhang Fan nodded, agreeing with his opinion, and was about to say something, but suddenly paused, and then his face changed.

When he looked down suddenly, he saw a dark face suddenly emerge from the ground, and a huge mouth opened so wide that it almost occupied most of his face, and just like that, from the bottom up, swallowing his entire calf together.