When the double-sided mirror was turned on, the butcher had already gone deep into the mine for a while.
Once again, I set foot on the road deep into the mine. The surroundings are still so dark that I can’t see my fingers. Countless forks are extinguished in the endless darkness, like the blood vessels of unknown monsters extending in all directions. The tracks under my feet and the miners’ mine carts are transporting them. of blood.
The miner's lamp in the man's hand swayed gently as he moved. This time, there was no little tail following him, and his pace seemed much more relaxed... Compared to the other miners passing by who were silent and solemn, he was as comfortable as if he were on an outing. .
"Back?"
he asked casually.
"Yes." Nan Fuguang replied lazily.
After a simple greeting, he fell into silence. The double-sided mirror was hung on his waist. Nan Fuguang observed everything around him from the perspective of the waist pendant——
It didn't take much effort to discover that the pig butcher made a choice without hesitation every time he passed an intersection. At first, she thought this man had an amazing memory, but as she looked at it, she realized something was wrong...
It's not that he has an amazing memory, he just walks around randomly.
Nan Fuguang raised his doubts immediately. Who knew that the pig butcher didn't think there was any problem at all. He told Nan Fuguang that every fork in the road would actually lead to the same place in the end.
"Where?"
"I don't know."
"?"
In the dark mine tunnel, the man's plain voice echoed.
He briefly described that today was actually the first time that he had to go deep into the mining area, because the atmosphere among the miners in the mining area was unexpectedly peaceful——
There is no room for advancement in this job, and we will not be sent back to the transportation area to work as coolies, so everyone is very united and friendly,
Just like a small mushroom, it can turn in three stones of minerals every day and survive until now...
In mining areas, helping each other is a common thing.
The rules stipulate that each person's daily share of three stones is three stones. They will not hand over an extra piece of black cracked empty ore, and they will give it to their companions in need.
A few days ago, the pig butcher was in the mine. He almost only had to walk back and forth on the side roads and wait on the roadside to get stones distributed to him by different colleagues pushing mine carts from the core area of the mining. That's enough for three stones.
"Today's six-stone task is heavy, and it will definitely not be enough to collect it like that."
There was obvious regret in the butcher's tone.
"I have to go myself."
"Really?"
Regarding the beautiful story of "mutual help" he told that was close to the style of "a bedside storybook for children", the answer on the other side of the double-sided mirror was very perfunctory.
"Thank you for your hard work."
This perfunctoryness is somewhat obvious.
The steps that were moving steadily at a certain frequency paused for a moment, but the man quickly passed by silently. He usually walked a certain distance in front of him. When the double-sided mirror fell completely silent, he hesitantly picked up the stone. ——
It's the same writing, but I always feel that he has a different tone.
"In a bad mood?'
It was so quiet over there that it was as if the two-way mirror had failed...or the person who was supposed to speak had his tongue cut off.
Nan Fuguang's emotions are very complicated now. If someone else asked her such an obvious question when she was in a bad mood, she might be annoyed and furious...
But at this moment, the person opposite the double-sided mirror seems to be born with the ability to control people's emotions.
On weekdays, he could easily make her take off with a few words, but when she was really unhappy, his calm questions could also make her alert that her mouth might be pried open inadvertently.
She didn't even know why.
All she knew was that alertness made her forget to be angry.
"Why are you asking this?"
The butcher spread his hands, meaning: If you don't want to say it, forget it.
……
etc!
It’s too quick to give up!
Nan Fuguang was speechless, and made two stifled "Uh-huh" sounds.
Even though she couldn't see the expression on the pig-butcher's face at this moment, when he sighed, put down the miner's lamp and squatted on the roadside, Nan Fuguang still perfectly accepted his coldness.
"Your brain circuits are longer than the railroad tracks under my feet. It's hard for me to listen to your nonsense. How can you only now start to realize later that your future Taoist companions are disappointing?"
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Nan Fuguang was dumbfounded for a few seconds, not even bothering to wonder how he knew, and wanted to refute that she didn't just start to be disappointed from now on...
It's just that now the disappointment has reached its peak.
She chose to shut up. It was rare for her to stand upright and be beaten honestly. She was ready to kill her last thoughts with a slap in the face: "Indeed. Before seeing him, I even thought about whether the lack of nightmares the night before was because he was on the wall. Except, it’s really stupid.”
"..."
"What does silence mean?"
"I agree with the last four words of your previous sentence."
The corners of Nan Fuguang's lips twitched, she really wanted to hit someone.
Why did she bother to be friends with this person in the first place?
"...Understand. Unlike the cruel butcher like you who kills pigs with his knife every day, that day was the first time I attacked a monk. Blood splattered on the spot...Although no one was killed, I was still very scared."
"Heh."
"...What does 'heh' mean?"
"Laughing at you for fantasizing too much."
When he spoke, the light in the miner's lamp swayed and then went out. "You have too many questions."
In the darkness, the man's voice had no fluctuations or pauses, as if he was trying to popularize basic knowledge about the Three Realms and Six Paths that everyone was obliged to know.
"The nightmare has always been a mystery. Research shows that it may belong to another higher realm. You can't resist its erosion. Talismans can't do it, treasure weapons can't do it, formations can't do it, and monks can't do it. , of course great love cannot do it.”
A distinct scoff sounded in the darkness.
"To summarize, I'm afraid you don't understand: you want to rely on him, but he can't."
But I did have no dreams last night, which is unscientific.
Do you mean that a kind and powerful nightmare hunter happened to pass by the Big Sun Mine that night and captured it?
This is more fantasy, bah!
Nan Fuguang was about to reason with him, but at this moment, the double-sided mirror shook violently, and with the sound of the mountain shaking, both sides of the double-sided mirror fell into silence again at the same time——
When the shaking of the mountain stopped, Nan Fuguang almost vomited when he looked at the double-sided mirror. Then he heard the butcher's faint notification from the mirror: "We're here."
On the other side of the mirror is a suddenly open space——
Entering through the narrow mine tunnel that can only accommodate minecarts, the suddenly vast space that appears makes one speechless.
Suddenly everything around me became brighter.
Countless shark oil ever-burning lamps were lit on the walls, and the small flames pulled the light and shadow into strange shapes amidst the violent shaking of the mountain.
At this time, a furry head appeared at the height of the double-sided mirror, and little mushrooms appeared silently. He did not have a mining lamp in his hand, as if all the miners here did not hold a mining lamp.
He looked up and down at the man in front of him. He seemed a little surprised that someone was in the mine tunnel without using a miner's lamp.
Finally, his eyes were fixed on the butcher's waist, and he looked at Nan Fuguang in the double-sided mirror.
"Sister." Xiao Mushroom asked, "Why were you hung up?"
He sounded as if her picture was hanging on the wall.
Nan Fuguang smiled awkwardly at him, not knowing how to explain that he couldn't enter the mine.
Fortunately, Xiao Mushroom didn't have the problem of chasing people with questions.
"Her lover, come with me."
Xiao Mushroom said.
He guides the butcher into the "final mining area",
The butcher follows.
After digesting the word "lover" in the double-sided mirror, I felt that this was a big misunderstanding. I stuttered for a moment, "Why don't you say anything?"
"What did you say?" the pig butcher asked calmly.
"'Lover'."
"Are you asking me to explain the specific meaning of a lover to a child who is only a little taller than my knees? We live in a safe house, but generally we don't sleep on the same bed?"
"..."
The nonsensical literary conversation between the two made the butcher unconsciously slow down his pace. Little Mushroom didn't hear the voice following him. He looked behind him and saw him looking around curiously. He turned around and pulled the butcher's hand and whispered. Said: "Don't look up, don't look around. Just mine and leave."
At first, the little head shaking in front of his eyes blocked Nan Fuguang's vision, until he turned slightly and got out of the way——
Nan Fuguang saw an unforgettable scene in his life.
In that dark space that is hundreds of feet high and the end of the mountain cannot be seen at a glance, it seems that countless spaces are concretely folded and extended within the mountain...
It was completely dark, with only the flickering light of the fire, and a strong sense of oppression that hit your face, making people subconsciously feel suffocated.
In the center of the mountain, thick chains are hung with countless top-grade black gold talismans. If the black gold talisman that Nan Fuguang regards as his last life-saving treasure is free here, one will be hung every one foot on the chain——
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At the end of the chain is a huge creature.
That was something Nan Fuguang had never seen before.
Any book, any ancient tome, any legend——
No description of the creature has ever appeared.
Even if the legendary true dragon awakens, it is not as big as one-tenth. Its existence undoubtedly violates all known and existing theories in the three realms, six paths, and even the lower realms.
The basic material content of the Three Realms and Six Paths is not enough to support the survival of a creature of this size.
Its edge outline is blurry, as if separated by a veil, only its whole body can be seen in white, and its long downy ears shine with a luster that is not what down should be, hanging down to both sides of the body;
There are reindeer antlers, but they are only similar in shape;
There are several pairs of wings like cloud birds drooping on the back, and the feathers are messy and messy;
The two elephant tusks are broken and blackened in several places and make no sound. However, each trembling of the hair represents the ups and downs of its breathing...
No eyes.
Can't see its eyes.
"Can't see the eyes, can you? Good thing. Don't try to find the eyes."
Little Mushroom reminded in a low voice.
Sure enough, all the miners lowered their heads and tried to keep their sights at eye level or below the knees. At the feet closest to the thing, there were several miners holding sharp spears in their hands. They stood far away and used their pointed spears. Go throw that monster.
The monster did not hide away, nor did it make any move to break free from its chains. It stayed quietly in the middle of the seemingly endless open space, whether it was dormant or curled up.
It will react slightly to this, and a huge shadow will surround the miners beneath it with every move it makes...
The shadow of a single angular feather can cover about five people.
The darkness cast by that shadow was completely unnatural.
Even at an angle that should be illuminated by candlelight, it still maintains absolute darkness, like a monster opening its maw of the abyss.
The shrouded area seemed to be directly separated from this space and fell into another space. It was completely like blinding darkness and absolute silence that struck instantly. Those absentees were completely unable to move, as if any rash move would make them trapped in time and space. Divided, they can't feel time, space or even their own existence in the shadows, as if everything is an unfortunate fate they encountered out of their own hands——
Then, crackling like falling rain, the black cracked sky ore appeared out of thin air from a very high altitude and fell.
(End of chapter)
The author said: Master: She will wait
Nan Fuguang: Who told you=L=
This chapter gives out 100 red envelopes!