Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Nan Fuguang stared at the paper in front of him and read it back and forth three times.

In the afternoon, the butcher left the tavern at about the end of the Shen hour and entered the mining area. He then wandered around the mining area and wasted the last bit of free time.
Nan Fuguang climbed over the wall and entered the mining area around midnight.

Article 10 of these rules states that [daily working hours are from Chenshi to Shenshi. Please do not stay outside the room during non-working hours]. When they arrived at the mining area, there was no room for exploration for various reasons.
They could only hide in the room from the beginning and could not go out until noon tomorrow.
And the process of waiting for Chenshi will far exceed the "three hours" stipulated in the fourth rule [If a mortal stays in the Great Sun Mine for more than three hours, he will automatically become a contractor of the Great Sun Mine].

In other words, the first second they entered the mining area, they were doomed to be unable to get out.

At least that's what it looks like to a mortal like the butcher.

——Of course, the premise is that this piece of parchment is not a fairy tale written by a butcher who has nothing to do.

It was normal for Nan Fuguang to be suspicious. After all, the butcher's behavior was nonsensical. But it was also a fact that she was wandering outside and was killed just now... By the way, Duan Nan seemed to have really left after they entered the room and never came back.

To sum up, Nan Fuguang somewhat believed that this safety rule was true.

She returned the parchment to the butcher.

The latter raised his eyebrows as he took it: "Did you finish reading it? That's it? No questions?"

Nan Fuguang was very surprised: "No, why would there be? Just do as it is said above. Stay in the so-called safe house during non-working hours until tomorrow morning. When it's dawn, I will go to the mine guardian to explain the situation, and then we will leave here... I will find a way to deal with the Black Crack Sky Ore later."

She was talking about the third rule.
[If you are a monk and have mistakenly entered this place, please immediately contact the guardians in the mine area. They are wearing black Taoist robes and will arrange for you to leave the mine area safely. They will not ask you why you have mistakenly entered this place, nor will they report it to the "Kingfisher's Nest"].

The butcher had a speechless expression when he heard this, as if Nan Fuguang had just told him that she was ready to commit suicide.

Turning the parchment over, the man pointed to the line at the back that was clearly written by another person, telling them not to trust the so-called safety rules, and asked, "What about this? Are you pretending you didn't see it?"

Nan Fuguang said nothing.

It was midnight, and a special black mark gradually appeared on the back of the butcher's hand: a crescent-shaped hook, which looked a bit like a modified hoe for mining ore.

Nan Fuguang reminded him: "The contract mark has appeared."

Butcher: “Hmm?”

Nan Fuguang: "Everything stated in the safety rules has come true."

Butcher: “Hmm?”

Nan Fuguang: "Three of the eleven rules have been fulfilled right before my eyes, and on the other side is a threat full of confusion and emotion. Which one do you believe?"

The butcher: "I believe it even if it's me. We will find a way out by ourselves tomorrow morning. Don't go to the supervisor... Why do you want to escape after breaking the law? You smuggled the Sky Rift Ore and arrogantly danced under their noses. They can still send you away safely and even not report the "Kingfisher's Nest"? Are the monks practicing Taoism or Buddhism? The Buddha is so merciful that he has to give up the Leiyin Temple to these Taoists... This is luring the enemy deep into the territory and luring them to enforce the law."

Nan Fuguang: "Illegal? Committing a crime? Arrogantly dancing right under their noses and trying to smuggle? ... Do you always use such harsh words?"

Butcher: "This is what happens in serious situations. If you can't change it, just bear with it."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Butcher: "Don't go to them."

Nan Fuguang: "Aren't there seven more tails?"

Butcher: “…”

Nan Fuguang looked at the black miner's contract pattern on the butcher's hand, thought for a moment, and asked half-sincerely: "Or do you really want to stay here and work illegally in the mines? Speaking of which, being a miner in the Dayi Mine with a contract does sound more stable and secure than being a butcher."

Butcher: "Don't insult my profession."

Nan Fuguang was shocked: "What profession?"

Butcher: “…”

……

The two of them sat around a table in silence until dawn.

Strictly speaking, Nan Fuguang sat around a table until dawn, because the butcher slept soundly on the table in the second half of the night.

When the hour of Chen arrived, the man woke up from his sweet dream, stood up with a confused look on his face, stretched his muscles, and found clean water in the water tank to wash his face...
Completely awake, he leaned his hands on the water tank and looked back. Nan Fuguang was taking out the "Ninth Life of the Cat" from his Qiankun bag and placing it solemnly on the table.

Drops of water slid down the side of the man's face. He paused. In the morning light, his drooping eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids.

Nan Fuguang said, "Don't talk nonsense."

The butcher's eyebrows moved, and he raised his eyes. A helpless expression froze on his face: "I haven't said a word yet."

Nan Fuguang pushed the little fox on the table towards the man with one finger, then stood up and walked out.

……

The door of the room opened with a "creaky" sound. This was the first time that Nan Fuguang saw the true appearance of the Dainichi Mine.

In the dim morning light, the gloomy scene of the night was changed, and the buildings suddenly looked like ordinary mud houses.
The still towering mountains no longer had the oppressive feeling they had in the dark night. They were just ordinary mountains. Behind a few of the mountains, a railway track for transporting ore extended from an invisible place. People in blue mining clothes pushed carts out in groups of three or five. The carts were full of the Black Rift Ore that Nan Fuguang wanted.

The black crystalline mineral appears crystal clear in the sunlight and has a gem-like texture.

The transport workers did not speak. The only sounds in the entire mine were their silent breathing and the harsh sound of the mine cars rolling over the rails. Apart from that, the only human voices were the occasional urging voices of "What are you doing?" and "Hurry up."

——This sound came from another group of people standing next to the railway tracks.

This group of people were dressed in black Taoist robes, with pendants shaped like miniature mining lamps hanging around their waists, and long whips on their waists... They must be the guardians mentioned in the "Da Ri Mine Safety Code".

It is not difficult to find them, and it is not difficult to be discovered by them.

Among the blue robes worn by the mineral transport workers, Nan Fuguang's light-colored clothes were very conspicuous. At first, a few transport workers saw her. Perhaps because they hadn't seen an outsider who strayed in for a long time, they all showed a little surprise and looked at each other...
But it unexpectedly fell into silence. No one said anything and no one came forward to talk to them.

Until one of the guardians noticed something was wrong and turned around. He saw Nan Fuguang frowning for the first second, and the next moment he was in front of her: "Who are you? Why are you not wearing a mining robe?"

This man was probably middle-aged, with a hoarse voice, and his cultivation level was at most at the late stage of Qi Refining.

This man was agile and obviously not restricted by the forbidden formation that covered the entire Dayi Mine... Nan Fuguang thought to himself that the butcher's so-called "strolling" in his outer clothes yesterday must not have been so leisurely. Although he didn't know what method he used, he did succeed in avoiding the guardians.

When faced with questioning, Nan Fuguang only said that he was a cultivator from the Yuntian Sect. He passed by the Heishan morning market and heard that the Dainichi Mine was nearby, so he came to take a look. Unexpectedly, he entered the mining area by mistake.

The supervisor looked her up and down hesitantly. Perhaps he couldn't tell what level of cultivator she was, so he asked, "Are you really a cultivator?"

Others usually can't tell Nan Fuguang's realm, just like when she reached the Golden Core stage, people who were several realms higher than her, like Yan Ji'an, couldn't tell either... She hesitated, "She is a new disciple of the Yuntian Sect, and she hasn't even reached the initial stage of Qi Refining yet!"

The guardian's eyes were fixed on the Qiankun bag on her waist. It was indeed a common style uniformly distributed by the Yuntian Sect... If it were a mortal, the one who could afford the Qiankun bag must be either rich or noble. The young man in front of him didn't seem to have anything to do with these four words. Mortals who were either rich or noble would not come to such a place.

The guardian nodded and hooked his finger at Nan Fuguang, motioning her to follow.

Everything went too smoothly.

Facing the curious gazes of the people around her, Nan Fuguang followed the guardian and began to think about when to tell the guardian that she had a little follower, a mortal, and if she wanted to leave, she had to take him with her...

At this moment, there was a sudden shout of "What are you looking at" from behind, followed by a sharp "crack" and a scream of pain. Nan Fuguang was startled and turned around, only to find that a miner had fallen down while holding a mine cart by the railroad track!

His back was torn by the whip, blood gushing out, and the monk guardian standing next to him not only did not help him...

He held a whip in his hand and had a look of disdain on his face, and he might even be the perpetrator.

Around them, other miners looked terrified. No one dared to step forward to help the miner who was lying on the ground groaning in pain. After hesitating for just a moment, they immediately lowered their heads and continued to transport the full mine carts at hand.

Nan Fuguang's mind was buzzing with thoughts, and he subconsciously stopped walking, wanting to go that way...

At this moment, her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled by the opposite force. She turned around and saw the guardian who led the way. He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't mind your own business."

"But the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree stipulates that harming mortals without reason in any environment or under any circumstances is -"

"It's not an unprovoked injury. He was just lazy, so he was beaten." The guardian interrupted her impatiently, "Shouldn't laziness be punished?"

"You can deduct wages, deduct bonuses, cancel vacations..." Nan Fuguang said in shock, "but monks are not allowed to harm mortals."

The guardian stopped talking. His cloudy eyes suddenly sank and became deep, revealing a chill that made people feel uncomfortable. "This behavior is wrong. You can write a letter to the Immortal Alliance to complain after you get out. I believe they will send someone to rectify it."

As he spoke, he smiled, revealing a row of sharp, crooked yellow teeth and scarlet gums.

"Remember to go," he said. "You must go."

……

Da Ri Mine, inside the room.

Returning to the tattered wooden table where he had spent the night, Nan Fuguang remained silent for at least another incense stick of time with his eyes empty before he said quietly, "Something is wrong with this place."

In front of her was the exquisitely carved little fox. Unlike before, this little fox was missing a tail, leaving only six.

The pain in her back as if it had been split open by someone seemed to still be there, and the blood rushing through her bones and veins caused a dull pain, but she knew it was all an illusion...
She died again.
Double alive again.

The man standing behind her crossed his arms and said nothing.

Nan Fuguang told her own story. She found a guardian and witnessed some discordant and violent acts that violated the laws of the Immortal Alliance. Then the guardian really sent her to the only gate of the Great Sun Mine...
She described the butcher's height, build and appearance in detail to the guardian. The guardian nodded and told her to wait in front of the door after she went out, and they would send him out as soon as they found him.
At this point, because they treated the miners just like livestock, Nan Fuguang had doubts that they would really send the butcher out as agreed. She decided not to go far. If she didn't see anyone by the time, she would go back over the wall to look for him.
But she didn't get the chance in the end.
Because she herself couldn't even walk out of the gate of the Dayi Mine.
One step away from the door, she heard the familiar sound of bells that made her subconsciously shiver...
then.
She is dead.
Again.

"It's a one-hit-kill method from behind." Nan Fuguang clenched his fist on his knees, "It's still the Red Angry Ghost Scythe."

Nan Fuguang thought of the hint on the back of the parchment - now she had to remember it - the hint reminded them in a fierce tone that "you will die anyway" and "be careful of the supervisor"...
The only person in the open at the Da Ri Mine is a "guardian" wearing a black Taoist robe.
If this person had not been too emotionally out of control and had written the wrong word, then it meant that there was indeed another management "supervisor" in the Dayi Mine. Obviously, this "supervisor" held the power of killing in the entire Dayi Mine area.
It’s that Duan Nan.

Nan Fuguang paused, looked back at the butcher behind him, and then repeated to himself, "There's something wrong with this place."

The butcher didn't know what expression to make at this moment...
Full of regret?
Deep sympathy?
"Hey, I—"

"You dare to say 'I told you so'?"

"..."

The butcher touched his nose in dismay and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth, but he really had nothing else to say, so he could only smile and say "OK", then shut his mouth obediently.

Although Nan Fuguang was full of doubts, the alarm bells in her brain were ringing wildly telling her that something was wrong.

But at the same time, reason was telling her that she couldn't get the answer to this "wrongness" on her own. Curiosity killed the cat, not to mention that the cat now had only six lives left and was half dead.

She told the butcher, "We have to leave quickly."

The butcher said, "Okay."

She also told the butcher: "We will do as you said yesterday and find a way out ourselves—"

The butcher's tendency to nod obediently paused for a moment, and he suddenly became a little hesitant. It was still not a good idea to "find a way out by myself."

But Nan Fuguang had already taken action. She simply hung the "Cat's Ninth Life" around her neck, then reached out and pulled the butcher's sleeve, motioning him to follow her. She then pushed open the window of the room and climbed out cleanly and neatly.

This time I didn't even go through the main gate.

……

By the time they carefully bypassed all the guardians, it was already past midnight, dawn had broken, the sun had completely emerged from behind the clouds, and it was another sunny day with the sun shining brightly.

Nan Fuguang stood with her hands on her waist, and stood with the butcher in the shadow of the outer wall of the mining area, but she could not feel the temperature at all. She pointed at the not-so-high wall and said, "Let's climb it."

The butcher uttered "ah" and seemed reluctant.

“Hurry up!” Nan Fuguang frowned, not knowing what he was hesitating about. “It only takes me three seconds to climb this thing, and I don’t know what your level is, so you go up first, and if you fall, I can catch you!”

The butcher thought that if she were a man, she would never be able to find a wife in her life.

And he wasn't worried at all about who would climb the wall first.

He looked at the time converter hanging around Nan Fuguang's neck with great sorrow. He sighed too many times today. After repeating the sighing action once again, he jumped lightly, using the thumb-sized depression somewhere on the wall as a fulcrum, and then skillfully hung on a certain part of the outer wall of the mining area like a gecko.

Nan Fuguang, who was standing below and watching his movements, raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was about to praise him for being more useful than he thought, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the mockery on his face was replaced by fear.

She saw that the butcher had rolled up his sleeves and his skin, which was exposed to the sun, was growing red hair at an unusual speed!

The hair became denser and denser, and his hands also began to degenerate. The hands that were used to holding a butcher knife became sharper. As the hair quickly spread over his body, covering his neck from under his collar, his face was also changing!
The mouth becomes pointed and the ears become elongated.

When his hands, which were tightly clasped on the wall, turned into claws and he could no longer gain leverage, he fell from a great height.

Standing at the foot of the wall, Nan Fuguang opened his arms reflexively, and with a confused look on his face, he steadily caught the red fox that fell from mid-air.

The fox fell into her arms with a plop, and the huge impact made them roll into a ball on the ground.

Before Nan Fuguang could get up, she felt the creature in her arms buckling violently, followed by a sharp, rebellious fox cry, and then its paw pads stepped firmly on her face, and the fox kicked her mercilessly.

(End of this chapter)