Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Perhaps everyone thought that her violent behavior during the day had scared away her male companion, so Nan Fuguang stood up and paid the bill amid the sympathetic atmosphere around her.

The waiter reminded her hesitantly, "There is a Yingyan Pavilion in the Da Ri Mine, which is very famous in the entire Mi Shi Land."

Nan Fuguang rolled his eyes vigorously, thinking that it would be better for him to go to Yingyan Pavilion instead of some dangerous place.
To go to the place of fireworks, she only had to cut off his legs instead of bravely breaking into the bandit’s lair on the west coast for him.

As the saying goes, oranges grown in the north of the Huai River become sour, who knows what kind of unseen black technology the people here have!

It was the fourteenth day, and there was a bright moon overhead, approaching the full moon period that was most suitable for monks to breathe in and out. However, Nan Fuguang was not in a good mood at all. He was busy cursing the butcher's foot-picking operation.
He laughed at her for being naive and being cheated of her money, while he himself was cheated out of his life. How ridiculous was that... I don't even know if his kidney is still where it should be!

She should have just abandoned him and run away, for example, she should have gone back and vented her anger on Yan Ji'an and asked him to hand over the note sent by the Immortal Alliance for the delivery of the Black Cracked Sky Ore or something like that...

But before leaving, some bastard took away all the spirit stones on her.

She couldn't even afford a boat ticket back to the East Coast.

Nan Fuguang now seriously suspects that the damn butcher did it on purpose.

……

The Heishan morning market is divided into four levels and eighteen districts in the east, south, west and north. Except for the central area, the entire distribution resembles the Yin-Yang Bagua formation, and it is also known as the "Yin-Yang City".

Retrieving people in such a mixed place is like finding a needle in a haystack. Nan Fuguang can only use the most stupid method to go to the third district of North Street where the butcher will definitely go.

At this time, night has fallen, and the street vendors have probably been replaced by a new group of people.

Nan Fuguang was staring in despair at a peddler who was sneaking around and selling something. She was debating whether to walk into the trap and be deceived in exchange for information. At this moment, her sleeve was pulled. She turned around and saw a little girl carrying a flower basket. She was about ten years old in human terms and looked about the same age as Taotao.

"Are you looking for someone?"
The little girl stood on tiptoe and gestured towards a very high place, "About this high."

Nan Fuxue became obedient. She took out a hairpin from the Qiankun bag at her waist, which she had picked up from the stall in front of Wuqiong's store.

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 clothes when her sleeve was suddenly pulled. She lowered her head and found that the little girl, who was only as high as her chest, looked at her timidly with her big eyes like black grapes. The two looked at each other for a long time before the latter whispered, "Are you from the east? Go back to the east coast and don't look for you. You can't come back... Those wearing red flowers are human traffickers who specialize in defrauding outsiders. Those who are taken away by them can never be found again."

Nan Fuguang didn't understand what she was saying. What did she mean by those wearing red flowers are human traffickers? 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, only to see a few large characters written in a flourish and vigorous manner on it -

"I'm going to the mine to trade. I haven't returned yet at twilight hour. Please come and get some."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Incredibly happy tone.

Damn it.

Just imagining what kind of mental state he was in to write these words makes my blood vessels burst.

Damn pig killer.

……

Da Ri Mining Area, exterior wall.

The Da Ri Mine is more majestic than imagined. It is surrounded by rolling hills, forming several mountain ranges. At a glance, it is impossible to tell which are ordinary mountains and which contain mineral resources.

From outside the wall, one could only see the tops of buildings of different shapes in the mining area. If there were more, nothing could be seen clearly in the moonlight.
It was pitch black inside.
There was no bonfire, no candlelight, only a few people in black robes patrolling in groups of three. They were probably monks, and they could see at night without any lights in their hands.

The entire mining area was immersed in dead darkness and silence.

When Nan Fuguang muttered "this idiot" for the eighth time, he was trying to climb over the outer wall of the Da Ri Mine using his hands and feet.

It wasn't that she didn't want to be elegant, nor was it that she forgot that she was a cultivator who could fly with a sword. It was just that as soon as she got close to the Dayi Mine, she felt a powerful restriction. Starting from a certain range near the mine, all her magic tools, including talismans, were useless.

She tried to use the Wind Controlling Technique to help herself climb over the wall. The spell that a Jindan-stage cultivator could use to uproot an ancient tree that could make a person embrace the sky only made her hair flutter for a moment.
She even suspected that it might be the natural mountain breeze.

With a "pop" sound, like a frog that had lost its strength, the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect lost all her image and fell on her buttocks on the other side of the wall with her legs spread out.

The earthy smell hit her in the face, and the evening breeze seemed to be mixed with the stench of wild animal urine, which choked Nan Fuguang and made her sneeze. She rubbed her butt and got up, cursing the pig butcher for the ninth time.

It was dark all around.

Fortunately, although magic was forbidden in the surroundings, as a monk, Nan Fuguang's sharp five senses were still there. She could see the surroundings clearly in the blink of an eye -
She landed in the middle of a group of identical small houses. There was an unlit mining lamp hanging at the door of each small house. The people living in the houses might be miners...
There were no candles, no sound of people moving around, and the place was as quiet as death. It seemed really reckless to barge in like this. Nan Fuguang realized belatedly that she had entered the Dayi Mine, but now she had no idea where to start looking for people.
Just open a random room and ask if anyone has seen a human trafficker wearing a little red flower on his chest?
What if she asks about the thieves? She is not Lu Sang, and her luck has never been good...

When she was extremely conflicted, her ears moved and she suddenly heard a sound behind her, the sound of a bell.

Her first reaction was that Yan Ji'an had chased her, the traitor, to the Dayi Mine. But after listening carefully, she found that something was wrong. Yan Ji'an's sword tassel had only a single bell, and the sound at this moment sounded crisp and chaotic, more like a string of bells ringing.

She turned around, and the first thing that caught her eye was a pair of white bare feet floating in the air, with a bracelet full of golden bells hanging from a floating ring around the ankle.

Looking up, he saw the jet-black martial arts pants that were convenient for movement, a red belt, a small pendant in the shape of a mining lamp hanging from his waist, and an ordinary Taoist robe with a black background and red edges.
Floating in the 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 hair was tied up at the end. His face was as white as snow and his eyelashes were also white. He lowered his eyes and looked over, with no joy or sadness in his eyes.

"Who's here?"

The young monk's voice was indifferent.

Nan Fuguang was caught off guard and was a little dazed. She didn't know who this person was or where he fell from the sky... She couldn't tell what level of cultivator this person in front of her was, which meant that the other party was not even in the same Jindan stage, and his cultivation was only higher than hers.

The most important thing is that Nan Fuguang couldn't use any magic at all at this moment, so why was this person not affected at all?

This was not a good sign. My five senses keenly sensed the tension and danger, and my heartbeat began to accelerate.

Nan Fuguang licked his dry lips nervously, and at that moment when he was filled with thoughts, the atmosphere suddenly became sharp!

The monk did not get an answer, or he was not prepared to get an answer at all. He raised his hand to take off the sickle behind him, and at the same time, the copper bells on his ankles rang!

"Wait, wait a minute! This fellow Taoist——"

Nan Fuguang only had time to stretch out his hands and wanted to explain to the other party that he was just looking for someone and was not a suspicious thief. There was no need to use knives or guns and they could just talk it out!

"It's past the afternoon."

The voice seemed to be transmitted through Hongyin, 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 raised high. In panic, Nan Fuguang had no choice but to reach for the Qiankun bag at his waist and try to take out a defensive magic weapon to avoid the attack first.

But it was too late.

She saw that the shining blade of the sickle and the flying silver hair were equally dazzling;
She heard the ringing sound change from crisp to piercing;
She smelled a hint of blood floating in the earthy air, which had been well hidden just now;
She felt a chill invading her chest.

The cyclone's sea of ​​consciousness was torn apart with great pain, and at the same moment, the life star emitted a fatal light and quickly turned into an ominous iron gray...

When she fell to the ground, Nan Fuguang didn't even feel the pain of the back of her head hitting the ground. Blood gushed out of her huge chest like crazy, and she twitched uncontrollably.

As she was dying, she saw the man slowly descending from the sky and landing beside her.

The bell sound stopped, and the small mining lamp pendant on the waist shook, revealing another pendant woven with five-colored gold wire rope behind it. In one of the pendants, there was a person sitting cross-legged and making hand gestures, and behind it was a huge bird spreading its wings. The wings were inlaid with seven-colored gems to symbolize colorful feathers. The wings were intertwined and looked like the branches and leaves of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree at first glance.

It is the symbol of membership in the Immortal Alliance's highest law enforcement organization, the Kingfisher's Nest.

"Kingfisher's Nest", why are their people here?

But Nan Fuguang couldn’t think too much about it next.

The pain strangely faded away from the body, and the brain no longer clamored about these useless things, becoming numb and dull.
The last thing I lost was my vision. Everything in front of me was like a closing curtain on a play, moving down little by little until everything became pitch black.

The destiny star becomes dim, the zenith star falls from the star disk, and the star disk falls apart.

Nan Fuguang is dead.

The sea of ​​consciousness is torn apart, the life star falls, and even the immortal god cannot save it again.

The eldest senior sister of the Yuntian Sect died on the deserted west bank, in obscurity and completely.

(End of this chapter)