Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Chapter 1118: Captives, miners!
The moment the trace of the evil cultivator was discovered, the paper man immediately descended from a low altitude.

Under Wei Hong's control, the paper man first took out a Lingyin Talisman and slapped it on his body, and then let the paper man slowly grope his way over the ground, ready to see what was going on with those evil cultivators.

The Paper Man Technique that has been upgraded to the third-grade superior grade has a very obvious advantage, that is, as long as the magic power stored in the body is not actively exploded, not a single breath of its own will be leaked out, so the Paper Man is definitely an excellent choice for exploration and lurking.

At this time, the paper man was less than ten miles away from the demon cultivators not far away, but those demon cultivators did not notice anything unusual.

The paper man moved very quickly, and after a moment he passed through the forest and arrived at the halfway point of a mountain.

Here, you can see the scene not far ahead very clearly.

After the paper man stood still, he raised his head and looked forward.

The scene he saw made Wei Hong feel a little surprised.

I saw a stone mountain about thirty feet high about three or four miles ahead. The top of the mountain was almost all bare rocks. At first glance, there were not many green plants, only a few weeds and shrubs mixed among the rocks.

The stone mountain was more than a hundred feet away from the nearest mountain, and it looked quite unique.

At this time, at the foot of the stone mountain, there was a cave entrance more than two meters high in the east direction. The cave was a little dim, and it was impossible to see how far away it was when looking inside from the entrance.

Near the entrance of the cave, there were more than twenty demon cultivators stationed there.

These twenty-odd demon cultivators were wearing uniform black armor, each holding a standard halberd, with a black whip more than three feet long hanging around their waists. At this time, more than ten demon cultivators were lined up in two rows in front of the cave entrance, staring at a group of ragged cultivators with a fierce look.

That’s right, it’s a monk.

Because at this moment at the entrance of the cave, there were two long lines of people. These two teams were going in and out, and they seemed to be two balance lines that did not interfere with each other.

The people who made up these two teams were a group of monks who looked extremely embarrassed.

Because apart from cultivators, ordinary mortals are not worthy of being treated like this by those evil cultivators.

The reason why those monks looked so miserable was not only because their clothes were tattered, but also because there was no other emotion on their faces except numbness.

Just like zombies, everyone's face was lifeless.

They staggered and walked in or out of the cave.

On the flat ground about four or five feet away from the entrance of the cave, there was a wooden table about ten feet long. Behind the table sat two demon cultivators, who were currently recording something in a thick booklet with their heads down.

Seeing this scene, Wei Hong already had some guesses in his mind.

"Go and take a look first!"

Without any hesitation, he immediately flew towards the direction where the demon cultivator was.

Halfway through, Wei Hong first controlled the other three paper figures to gather there, and at the same time he used the breath-concealing technique to restrain his breath so as not to alert the enemy.

Soon, he successfully reunited with the four paper men.

Wei Hong waved his hand to put away the four paper figures, then looked up ahead.

The scene in front was the same as what the paper man had seen before, but Wei Hong discovered more information at this moment.

"Are these people monks?"

After looking for a while, Wei Hong frowned.

He discovered that those who entered and exited the cave were indeed monks, because they all wore the same standard circular magic weapon around their necks. According to his speculation, that kind of circular magic weapon should have the function of sealing spiritual power.

In addition, the monks all had shackles more than three feet long on their hands, which made a crisp clanking sound when they walked, making the area a little noisy. Each monk held a black iron pickaxe in his hand and carried a sack.

The sacks of the group of monks that entered the cave looked empty.

The team of monks that walked out of the cave were carrying sacks filled with a lot of things.

The team of monks who walked out of the cave lined up and walked to the wooden table one by one. Then they threw the sacks they were carrying onto the table. The two demon cultivators behind the table checked and recorded them.

Seeing this, Wei Hong understood what was going on and couldn't help but secretly wonder: "Spiritual Stone Mine? There is actually a Spiritual Stone Mine here?"

Those monks in shackles should have been the independent cultivators before the Daye Dynasty, or the cultivators from small sects and families. Their spiritual powers were all sealed at this time, and they were no different from ordinary people.

Although Wei Hong didn't know the experiences of those cultivators, he could roughly guess that they should have been unable to escape the search and hunting of the evil cultivators, and after being caught, they were brought here to mine.

It is obvious that there must be a spirit stone mine inside the stone mountain in front, otherwise those demon cultivators would not waste manpower on such a place.

The pickaxes carried by those monks were clearly used for mining, and the sacks brought out by the monks who walked out of the cave should be filled with spirit stones. They needed to hand over every spirit stone they dug out.

"Tsk, these demon cultivators actually discovered the spirit stone mine. I don't know if it's a rich mine or a poor mine!"

Wei Hong sighed secretly, but his eyes were fixed on the front and he kept observing.

At this time, an old man who was staggering, not knowing whether it was because the sack on his back was too heavy or because he was exhausted, suddenly stumbled while moving slowly forward and fell down.

"what!!"

The old man subconsciously exclaimed.

Moreover, the sack that the old man was carrying actually hit him, causing him to lie on the ground in pain and unable to get up immediately.

The demon cultivator next to him suddenly had a cold light flashing in his eyes when he saw this, and immediately raised the whip in his hand and lashed down hard.

Snapped!
clap clap!

The sound was so clear that Wei Hong, who was far away, seemed to hear it.

The black whip lashed at the old man, instantly leaving his skin and flesh torn.

Wei Hong saw that the old man screamed miserably at that time, but did not dare to resist at all. He could only cry and beg for mercy and tried hard to get up.

But the evil cultivator had no intention of stopping and continued to whip the old man on the ground.

Faced with such a situation, there was no reaction from other people around.

Many monks just glanced and then looked away, and most of them didn't even look at him at all. They also turned a deaf ear to the old man's screams. There was only numbness on their faces and no other expression, just like a walking corpse.

The other demon cultivators just glanced at him indifferently and didn't look at him any further. Instead, they stared at the other cultivators with cold eyes.

Obviously, no matter whether it is the monks who have become miners or the demon cultivators stationed here, they have become accustomed to such situations and it does not cause any emotional fluctuations in them at all.

Such tragic scenes happen more than ten to twenty times every day.

The evil cultivators around would beat and abuse the miners from time to time without any reason, and completely regarded the miners as tools to vent their anger.

A cultivator who has lost his spiritual power is no different from an ordinary person and is completely powerless to resist!

This is the miserable situation of most of the surviving cultivators after the complete fall of the Daye Dynasty!

(End of this chapter)