Maybe everyone thought that her violent behavior during the day had scared away her male companion. Nan Fuguang stood up and paid the bill in a very sympathetic atmosphere.
The waiter reminded her: "There is a Yingyan Pavilion in Dari Mine, which is famous throughout the Mishi Land."
Nan Fuguang rolled his eyes vigorously, thinking that it would be better for him to go to the Yingyan Pavilion instead of the Dragon Pond and Tiger Den——
To go to the land of fireworks, she only had to remove his legs, instead of bravely venturing into the bandits' den on the west coast for him.
As the saying goes, if orange grows in Huaibei, orange will grow. Who knows what black technology people here have that they have never seen before!
It was fourteenth, and there was an almost bright moon above the head, close to the full moon period every ten days that is most suitable for monks to breathe. Nan Fuguang was not in a good mood at all. He was just busy cursing the butcher's foot-picking operation——
While laughing at her naivety that she might be defrauded of money, at the same time he himself was defrauded. How fucking ridiculous is this... I don't know if his kidneys are still where they should be!
She should leave him alone and run away. For example, she should go back and lose her temper with Yan Ji'an, asking him to hand over the note distributed by the Immortal Alliance that can deliver the black cracked sky ore...
But a certain bastard took all the spiritual stones from her before he left.
Now she can't even afford a ferry ticket back to the east coast.
Nan Fuguang now seriously doubted that the damn pig butcher did it on purpose.
……
Montenegro Morning Market is divided into eighteen districts in four levels: southeast, northwest, and southeast. Except for the central area, the entire layout resembles the Yin-Yang Bagua array, and is also known as the "Yin-Yang City."
Finding people in such a mixed place is like finding a needle in a haystack. Nan Fuguang could only use the stupidest method to go to the third area of North Street where the butcher would definitely go.
As night falls, the vendors along the street may have changed.
Nan Fuguang stared desperately at a sneaky little vendor who didn't know what he was selling (cheating). He was hesitating whether to throw himself into a trap and be deceived in exchange for information. At this time, his sleeve was pulled, and she He turned around and saw a little girl carrying a flower basket. She was about ten years old and looked about the same age as Taotao.
"Are you looking for someone?"
The little girl stood on tiptoes and gestured to a very high place, "About this high."
Nan Fuguang behaved, and she took out a hairpin from the Qiankun bag at her waist that she had picked up at the stall in front of my poor shop.
The little girl's eyes lit up, she took the hairpin and readily handed Nan Fuguang a note.
Nan Fuguang was about to unfold her sleeves when she was suddenly pulled by her sleeves. She lowered her head and found that the little girl's big black grape-like eyes, which were only as high as her chest, were looking at her timidly. The two looked at each other for a long time, and the latter Then he said softly: "Are you from the east? Go back to the east coast and don't look for them. Those who can't come back... Those who wear red flowers are human traffickers who specialize in deceiving foreigners. People who are taken away by them cannot be found."
Nan Fuguang didn't understand what she was talking about. Anyone wearing a red flower is a trafficker. Are these guys an organization?
Realizing that what she said was probably not good news, Nan Fuguang just nodded to her implicitly to indicate that he understood, and then unfolded the note in his hand, and saw a few big words with high spirits on it——
"I went to the mines to trade. I haven't returned at the same time. I must come and get some."
Nan Fuguang: “…………”
Incredibly happy tone.
Damn your grandma.
Just imagining what kind of mental state he was in when he finished writing this line makes his blood vessels burst.
Kill the pig man.
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Dairi mining area, exterior wall.
The Dairi Mine is more majestic than imagined. It is surrounded by rolling mountains, forming several mountain ranges. At a glance, it is impossible to tell which ones are ordinary mountains and which ones contain mineral resources.
Looking from outside the wall, you can only see the tops of buildings with different shapes in the mining area. No matter how many there are, nothing can be seen clearly just by the moonlight——
It was pitch black inside.
There was no bonfire, no candlelight, only a few men in black robes patrolling together. They were probably monks. They could see at night without lighting in their hands.
The entire mining area was immersed in a lifeless darkness and silence.
When he muttered "this idiot" for the eighth time, Nan Fuguang was trying to climb over the wall outside the Dainichi Mine on his hands and knees.
It's not that she doesn't want to be elegant, or that she has forgotten that she is a Taoist cultivator and can fly with a sword. It's just that she feels a strong restriction as soon as she approaches the Big Sun Mine. Starting from a certain range near the mine, all her magic weapons include If the talisman is included, it will be of no use.
She tried to use the Wind Control Technique to help her climb over the wall. In the past, the spell that a Golden Core monk could use to uproot an ancient tree that made people embrace the sky only made her hair flutter for a moment——
She even suspected that it might be a natural mountain breeze.
There was a "pop", like a frog that lost its strength, the image of the senior sister of Yuntian Sect was completely lost, and she landed on her buttocks on the other side of the wall.
The earthy smell hit her face, and the night breeze seemed to be mixed with the smell of wild beast urine. It made Nan Fuguang sneeze. She rubbed her butt and got up, scolding the butcher for the ninth time.
It was dark all around.
Fortunately, although spells were banned around her, as a monk, Nan Fuguang's keen senses were still there, and she could see her surroundings clearly in the blink of an eye——
She landed in the middle of a group of identical small houses. There was an unlit miner's lamp hanging at the door of each small house. The miners might live in the house...
But there were no candles lit, and there was no sound of anyone moving around. The place was as quiet as death. It seemed too reckless to break in like this. Nan Fuguang realized with some hindsight that she had entered the Dairi Mine, but now she had no idea where to start looking for someone.
Walk into a random room and ask if you have seen a human trafficker wearing a small red flower on his chest?
What if I ask about a group of thieves? She is not Lu Sang, and her luck has never been very good...
When she was extremely confused, her ears twitched, and she suddenly heard a sound behind her, which was the sound of a bell.
Her first reaction was that Yan Ji'an was chasing her traitor to the Dairi Mine. After listening carefully, she found that something was wrong. Yan Ji'an's sword spike was just a single bell. The ringing sounded crisp and messy at this time, and even more Like a string of bells ringing.
She turned around, and the first thing she saw was a white bare foot suspended in mid-air, with a bracelet full of golden bells hanging from a floating circle on her ankle.
Looking further up, he saw jet-black martial arts pants for easy movement, a red belt, a small pendant in the shape of a miner's lamp on his waist, and an ordinary Taoist robe with a black bottom and red edges——
Suspended in mid-air was a young monk who looked to be about the same age as Nan Fuguang.
Under the bright moon, he carried a huge sickle-shaped treasure on his back. His long silver-white hair was tied up at the end. His face was as white as snow, and his eyelashes were also white. He looked down, but there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes.
"Who's here?"
The young monk's voice was indifferent.
Being caught off guard, Nan Fuguang was a little confused. She didn't know who this person was or where he fell from the sky... She couldn't tell what level of monk the person in front of her was, which meant that he was not even at the same golden elixir level. His cultivation level is only higher than hers.
The most important thing is that at this moment Nan Fuguang can't use any magic. Why is this man not affected at all——
This was not a good sign. His five senses keenly sensed tension and danger, and his heartbeat began to accelerate.
Nervously licking his dry lips, Nan Fuguang was thinking a lot, and the atmosphere suddenly became sharp!
The monk didn't get an answer, or he wasn't prepared to get an answer at all. He raised his hand and took off the sickle from his back. At the same time, the brass bell on his ankle rang!
"Wait, wait! This fellow Taoist——"
Nan Fuguang only had time to stretch out his hands, wanting to explain to the other party that he was just looking for someone and was not a suspicious thief. He had something to say, and there was really no need to use a knife or a gun!
"The application time has passed."
The sound seemed to be transmitted through a loud sound, resounding in Nan Fuguang's ears.
Nan Fuguang didn't understand what this meant at all.
In an instant, under the moonlight, the frost-white sickle blade was held high. In panic, Nan Fuguang had to reach into the Qiankun bag on his waist to try to take out a defensive magic weapon to dodge the blow first——
But it was too late.
She saw that the bright blade of the scythe in front of her was equally dazzling as the flying silver hair;
She heard the random ringing ranging from crisp to harsh;
She smelled a trace of the bloody scent floating in the earthy air;
She felt a cold breath invade her chest.
The sea of cyclone consciousness was torn apart by severe pain, and the fate star emitted a fatal light at the same moment and then quickly turned into an unknown iron gray...
When she fell to the ground, Nan Fuguang couldn't even feel the pain of the back of her head hitting the ground. Blood poured out of her huge chest like crazy, and she twitched uncontrollably——
As she was dying, she saw the man slowly falling from the sky and landing next to her.
The bell went off, and the small miner's lamp pendant around his waist swayed, revealing another pendant woven with five-color gold wire ropes on the back. In the pendant, there is a person sitting cross-legged and doing the secrets. Behind it, there is a huge bird spreading its wings, and the wings are inlaid with seven colors. The gems symbolize colorful feathers, and the wings are intertwined and knotted. At first glance, they look like the branches and leaves of a hollow tree with cracks in the sand.
It is the identity symbol of the members of the "Kingfisher's Nest", the highest law enforcement organization of the Immortal League.
"Kingfisher's Nest", why are their people here?
But Nan Fuguang can't think too much next.
The pain gradually faded from the body in a strange way, and the brain no longer clamored for these useless things, becoming numb and dull.
The last thing I lost was my vision. Everything in front of me was like the curtain of a drama coming to an end, pressing down little by little until everything turned dark.
The life star becomes dim and dull, the zenith star falls in the astrolabe, and the astrolabe collapses.
Nan Fuguang died.
The sea of consciousness is torn apart, the life star falls, and the Da Luo Immortal cannot be saved even if he is reincarnated.
The senior sister of the Yuntian Sect died like this on the west bank where no one cares about her, in obscurity and in a complete way.
(End of chapter)
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