Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

I didn't know that Yan Ji'an had arrived outside.

Nan Fuguang, who was imprisoned in the Da Ri Mine, spent another night peacefully in the room with the butcher.

Nan Fuguang did not take the time to talk to the butcher.

Because she has nothing to say to the fool.

The next morning, after washing up, the butcher was the first to change into his mining robe. Before pushing the door and walking out, he turned back to remind Nan Fuguang to find a way to get promoted to the mining area as soon as possible.

"How to get promoted?"

"Excellent transportation performance? You still have your physical training skills, so your strength should be greater than that of an ordinary person. It shouldn't be a problem for you to pull two carts of ore by yourself, right?"

"I am Nan Fuguang. You are the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect. Do you think I am your old cow?"

“…I heard that if you become physically disabled during transportation, you can also be promoted to the mining area.”

"You mean I cut off my own arm to go mining? Do you know how to count? It's already dawn and I'm still talking in my sleep?" Nan Fuguang asked, "What's the point of being promoted to the mining area? The price for me to cut off one of my arms is that you want to talk to me all the time without restrictions? Wow..."

"..."

"Pig butcher, it's not good to be so clingy, right?"

"..."

Standing in front of the door, the butcher was silent for a moment, then he decisively withdrew his gaze and walked away without looking back.

……

Nan Fuguang took a while to change into a blue transport mining robe and walked out of the room. The sun was shining brightly, but Duan Nan did not show up. As expected, nothing had happened.

If you don't wear a mining robe, you will die.

Nan Fuguang has already believed the evil of this ghost place.

Leaving the safe house and moving freely in the mining area is also a necessary condition for her to leave the entire Dayi Mine.

Wearing a mining robe, Nan Fuguang naturally blended in here. She passed by a long railway track. At every interval on the track, there were people wearing blue mining robes pulling creaking transport vehicles, one person or several people working together, and most of them did not communicate with each other.

They were concentrating on their work, and only when their eyes passed by the railroad tracks did they show a trace of nervousness.

There stood the guardian in black Taoist robes.

Each guardian had a whip in his hand and a mining lamp-shaped pendant around his waist. Their eyes were numb and they mechanically urged the transporters in an impolite tone.

No one asked Nan Fuguang where the new face came from. She mingled in the crowd and tried to get as close to the mine entrance as possible. When she reached the side of the track and just stood firm, someone called her over for help.

After a closer look, she saw that it was the little girl who reminded her yesterday that there should be no foxes in the house. Because the time converter had been twisted, she did not know Nan Fuguang in this timeline. Her expression was the same as when she asked under the window yesterday, "Don't you think you are quiet?"

The two of them grabbed the handle of a mine cart, which contained some black ore.
These things that would sell for high prices on the black market outside are all available here.

Nan Fuguang quickly grabbed a handful and put it into the Qiankun bag in her arms. The mining robe had no pockets. Perhaps the transporters around her would never have something like a Qiankun bag to enrich themselves, so the guardian didn't even look at her.

"What are you doing? Can you help me?" On the other side of the mine cart, through the pile of ore, only a little girl's head could be seen. Her tone was as impolite as always. "Today is a big day. We will be busy later."

Nan Fuguang: "What big day?"

The little girl rolled her eyes in her sockets, looked at her curiously, and then said, "Isn't today the fifteenth?"

Nan Fuguang: “Hmm?”

The little girl exclaimed, "Are you new here? The fifteenth day of the full moon is the concentrated mining day of the Big Sun Mine. On this day every ten days, the mining area of ​​the Big Sun Mine will have special operations, and a lot of minerals will be produced at that time."

Nan Fuguang was about to answer when a loud noise came from the entrance of the mine. The mine shook, and even the ground beneath his feet began to shake!

Nan Fuguang didn't hold the handrail of the mine cart, and the mine cart overturned. She was shocked and just when she was thinking, "It's over, it's not going to kill me, is this going to kill me?", she found that no one around had time to pay attention to her.

All the guardians rushed to the mine entrance as soon as possible.

Even though it wasn't far away, the entrance to the mine was pitch black when viewed from Nan Fuguang's side. He couldn't see anything clearly. He only saw thick smoke rolling out from the depths of the mine...
It was like some giant monster sneezed loudly in there.

When the thick smoke rushed in front of him, Nan Fuguang finally saw with his monk's vision that there were several black figures running out frantically in the smoke.

Facing these people, she subconsciously took a few steps forward.

At this moment, a strong force pulled her from behind. Her eyes widened slightly, and before she could make a sound, a large hand came up from behind and easily covered her mouth... and nose... and most of her face.

The hand of the man behind her was too big, and it almost covered her eyes except for her mouth and nose. Dust, sweat, and if she smelled carefully, the smell of blood all rushed into her nose... Nan Fuguang was startled and immediately struggled desperately, "Woo woo". At the same time, an overly muscular arm crossed her waist, and with a slight exertion, the force was so strong that her feet were almost suspended in the air!
She stumbled back and bumped into a strong chest from behind!
The person behind her pulled her and made her squat down behind the mine cart. A hoarse voice with a slight breath sounded above her ear: "It's me, don't move."

Butcher.

Nan Fuguang stopped moving for a moment.

She lowered her eyes and saw how dirty the hand covering her face was. There were tiny cuts all over the fingers. Blood gushed out from the wounds and merged with the dust and mud...

She nudged his sweaty palm with the tip of her nose, signaling him to let go, as she was about to be suffocated to death.

The soft and cold tip of his nose rubbed against the rough palm, and his back suddenly paused as he leaned against the man's heaving chest.

what happened?
She was just about to turn around out of curiosity, when at that moment, someone running out of the mine passed by them.
"It's crying! It's crying! Why doesn't it count!"
"What else do you want from me? Why did you choose me? I tried so hard to make it cry! It was crying too! Why did you count me as a failure? Damn it!"

Three people in yellow mining robes tumbled out. One of them, a thin middle-aged man, fell to the ground and was quickly picked up by the guardians who rushed up from behind. He struggled desperately, looking broken-hearted, and shouted, "Let me go! Let me go! My son is still waiting for me! Why did you choose me——"

He actually broke free from his guardian and ran wildly with two other figures, one tall and one short, who ran out of the mine together. They crossed the railroad tracks.

Nan Fuguang watched them climb up the wall of the Dayi Mine like crazy.

When they were about to reach the highest point, a familiar scene appeared. The three miners, whose faces they could not see clearly, shrank rapidly, and long gray or brown hair grew from their bodies.

Three foxes fell from the high wall.

A familiar bell sounded, but the indifferent supervisor just dropped from the sky, landed on the roof, holding a huge sickle and looking down.

As he watched, several guardians rushed forward, quickly retrieved the wailing fox, stuffed it into a sack, and left.

In less than half an incense stick of time, the smoke from the mine dissipated, and under the sunlight, the entire Dayi Mine area returned to its initial tranquility.

The miners who witnessed the entire process - no matter what color robes they were wearing - had eyes that were calm and numb. They didn't even linger on the sacks that were struggling to form various shapes, but returned to what they were doing at hand.

Outside the crowd, there was a boy about five years old, wearing a yellow mining robe that was obviously too big. He stood there blankly at first, watching the guardian take the fox away, until the struggle of the sack weakened, and he suddenly let out a muffled sob.

Nan Fuguang had good hearing, and when he turned around, he saw that the little boy had been quickly dragged back to the room by another man in a blue mining robe, who ignored the rule of "no talking" and covered his mouth.

"Yiyisansiwu and the others failed. Looks like we don't have to be busy today."
After picking up the overturned mine cart, the calm voice of a little girl came from the other side of the track.
"Although I don't know what those miners are doing, but being turned into foxes means that their activities have failed. There won't be a lot of mining today, and it won't be a busy day."

Nan Fuguang looked at everything that was happening before his eyes——

Suddenly she realized that she might not be able to leave so easily.

……

noon.

Nan Fuguang originally wanted to go back to the room and get some food from his Qiankun bag. As cultivators were also cultivating their bodies, their demand for worldly food was not great, so they would not starve to death if they ate less.

But then he thought that the tavern was a good place to get information, and it might be the same in the Big Sun Mine, so he turned around and followed the crowd to the shack where the miners gathered to line up to receive his meal.

There were a lot of people queuing up, including people from the mining area wearing yellow mining robes and the butcher that Nan Fuguang saw from afar.

His face was still dirty, and he stared at Nan Fuguang across the crowd. Perhaps he was afraid that she would come closer and talk to him, so he immediately turned his eyes away.

"..."

Am I something terrible?
Nan Fuguang slowly walked to the front of the food distribution line.

The food in the Da Ri Mine was unusual. In addition to the two yellow steamed buns of unknown age that each person was rationed with, there were also two huge wooden barrels, one of which was filled with a black sauce. The smell of fish and bean paste washed over Nan Fuguang. Nan Fuguang stretched his head to take a look, and his eyes met with the dead fish eyes that were half floating in the sauce.

The fish was raw.

Turning back, he saw a miner who was already eating stuffing a raw fish head into his mouth with a numb expression. With a crisp "crunch" chewing sound, he spat out a piece of fish scale on the ground. Nan Fuguang almost vomited it out.

"New face, is this your first day at work? You're lucky. You're not used to pickled fish, but there's meat soup today. It's not common."

The stuff from another bucket was stuffed over, and the meat that was rolling in the soup bowl floated up. The texture of the meat was clear, and it was red and curly. No matter what kind of meat it was, it was definitely not fish.

The team behind heard the guardian's voice, and they were probably really happy about the appearance of different meat dishes. The team slowed down a bit because Nan Fuguang was standing there feeling the shock. Someone impatiently urged her to get out of the way after taking the food.

He held the bowl and placed it on the nearest table, where three or two miners in blue robes were already sitting. One of the miners was gnawing on the bony claws of a mammal.

"Eat." The man was vague, "Don't think too much."

……

In this situation, Nan Fuguang should have just pushed the bowl away and pretended that he was not hungry.

Yes.

She did push the bowl away, but then she reached out and pushed away everyone who was blocking her way. She walked from one end of the shack to the other with her head held high and stopped in front of the man who was squatting in the corner with a steamed bun in his mouth.

Sensing the presence of a person standing next to him, the man in the yellow mining robe slowly turned his head.

Nan Fuguang looked down at him and said, "Butcher, is there fox meat in this soup bowl? Did you eat it? Cannibalism? Seriously? What did you see in the mine today? Hello? Is anyone here? Why is it so quiet? No one is talking?"

Butcher: “…”

someone here.

No one spoke because the person who should speak was confused as to how a madman could so blatantly ignore the basic rule that "mining areas and transportation areas are not allowed to communicate" and be so unscrupulous and attack in the face.

Looking back at the madman's calm black eyes, the butcher remained silent.

He looked past her and looked at the guardian who had come to his senses from shock, threw away the rice spoon and rushed over aggressively...

The corners of his lips lifted weakly, he threw away the steamed bun, covered his face with his hands, and sighed deeply in silence.

(End of this chapter)