Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Nan Fuguang didn't believe that she would be beheaded with a sickle if she spoke a word to the people in the mining area.
really.
The regulator did not show up.
What appeared was a swarm of guardians. They pressed down on Nan Fuguang's shoulders from the left and right. She bent down and heard a loud "crack" sound from her waist. The guardian's voice came from above her head: "You ignored her. You did a good job."

This was obviously a compliment to the butcher, who, after being nervous at first, relaxed when he didn't see the supervisor appear. His eyes were calm as if he was concerned about the stranger, and he asked casually, "Where are you taking her?"

Nan Fuguang thought the guardian would say "None of your business", but maybe the miners in the mining area really had a higher status than them. He only heard the guardian say indifferently: "The management of the Da Ri Mine is strict, but absolutely kind. She will come back."

This doesn't sound believable no matter how you listen to it.

"Imperial Prison?"

"Yes! The newbie doesn't know the rules, so he will be detained in the Imperial Confinement Prison for a day first."

Oh, you guys really know everything about this pig butcher...wait?
Confinement in the imperial prison?

Nan Fuguang raised his head with difficulty: "Illegal detention of mortals violates—"

Guardian: "Shut up."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

OK OK.

……

The Imperial Confinement Prison was located in one of the mountains behind the mine entrance. On the way to the prison, Nan Fuguang discovered something very strange that he had not noticed before.

The output of Black Rift Ore is so large that it can be used as a basic material. In the minds of outsiders, the Dayi Mine has always been a mountain range with a huge scale, so it has rich production capacity.
But that’s not actually the case.
The entire mining area is very large, but there is only one mountain where transportation tracks are laid.
There was not even any mining of associated minerals. Four or five railroad tracks extended from the huge, bottomless, dark hole, and transporters and miners were going in and out of the hole.
In addition, other mountains that should have been mined were simply cleared for various other uses.

After bypassing the main mine, you will arrive at the Imperial Confinement Prison.

Although the guardian who was guarding Nan Fuguang said nothing, she knew that they had arrived at the Imperial Prison. Standing between towering mountains, the Imperial Prison was dark and dark, and she could smell the stench of mud mixed with blood from afar...
On such a scorching sunny day, the sun can't shine in at all.

Going further in, the mud becomes sticky without anyone noticing, and the shoes under your feet make a wet "clicking" sound.

Nan Fuguang kicked something and almost tripped. He looked down and found that a solid white color that was obviously not a stone was kicked away. Upon closer inspection, he saw some similar solid fragments scattered around, which looked like human teeth.

Nan Fuguang stopped.

The guardian pulled her impatiently and said, "Keep going, what are you waiting for?"

Nan Fuguang: “…”
Nan Fuguang: "Are you forcing me in here to torture me or something?"
Nan Fuguang: "If you are using torture to extract a confession, there is no need to take me in. I can confess right now... I will tell you everything I know."

The guardian sneered: "Still talking nonsense?"

Nan Fuguang: "I'm serious."

The wind came from somewhere, but this time it carried a strong smell of blood and excrement that made her throat churn, and she was taken into the imperial prison with her head pressed down.

It was more spacious than expected, but also very dark. Only the miner's lamp in the corner was emitting a dim light, and a few mosquitoes were flying around the light source...
There were not many people, and almost no other people were imprisoned. Nan Fuguang couldn't help but wonder whether people were not imprisoned here often or if the people imprisoned here were "dealt with" quickly.

Before she had time to look around too much, she was stuffed into one of the cubicles by a guardian, and there was not even a chair in it.

The cell door was slammed shut with a bang.

Nan Fuguang quickly shrank into the corner, squatting on the spot with the basic qualities of a labor camp inmate. She looked towards the cell next door.

The light was too dim. If she didn't have the night vision of a monk, she wouldn't be able to see anything clearly. But now she could barely see a silent child huddled in the corner of the cell next door. He had a hedgehog head, his hands hugging his knees, his head buried between his legs, and he was wearing the same tattered and ill-fitting yellow mining robe that she had seen in the morning.

He made no sound and was very quiet, like a mushroom growing out of the wall.

It was the little boy who cried briefly in the direction the fox left this morning. He was indeed here.

"Kid." Nan Fuguang moved over, "Hey, kid?"

The child ignored her and didn't even raise his head. Nan Fuguang frowned and was about to call her again when a hoarse voice came from the cell opposite her: "Don't bother. I won't pay attention to you."

Nan Fuguang looked in the direction of the voice. In the cell opposite, a man in a blue mining robe was leaning against the cell door, with one leg bent and a relaxed look on his face.
It was the transporter who covered the child's mouth and dragged him back to the room today.
He is here too.

Nan Fuguang’s guess was correct. After the incident in the morning, the two men in different mining robes were indeed punished and imprisoned here because of their conversation or interaction.

"If he won't tell me, then tell me what happened?" Nan Fuguang changed direction and moved to the other side of the railing. "I'm new here and I think this place is weird. Aren't you guys absent from work? The Immortal Alliance hired you to mine ore, but on what basis—"

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." Nan Fuguang said, "I want to know what's going on here."

"You went to jail on purpose by talking to a miner?"

"It can't be called 'intentional' either."

The butcher's look of turning his head away and ignoring people is really irritating.
The look of being speechless with shock is also worth seeing.
The atmosphere in the Dayi Mine is too strange.
Her horoscope shows that she is a very curious person.
...The End——
There are quite a lot of reasons.

Nan Fuguang thought about it and didn't tell the truth.
"I was sent by the Immortal Alliance to visit incognito to understand the living conditions of the Great Sun Mine. I didn't expect the environment here to be so bad... The cultivators should protect or, at least, live in harmony with mortals."
She paused.
"Obviously not here."

The blue-robed transporter made a loud, sarcastic sound, as if he had heard something too naive and stupid.

"Are you a monk?"

"No."

"Stop meddling in other people's business," the blue-robed transporter said decisively. "No one who turns into a fox can come back... If nothing unexpected happens, that unlucky guy should have been made into lunch today. Do you have any broth for lunch?"

Nan Fuguang’s ears perked up, and he was about to climb onto the railing—
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The blue robe transporter stopped talking, because the next second he was hit on the mouth by a stone flying from nowhere. He was startled and looked carefully, only to see that the little mushroom had finally raised its head.

The little mushroom's eyes were fierce and bright: "Stop talking!"

The blue-robed transporter laughed: "Why, you said that there is something in the mine - if it wasn't that thing, how could your father be skinned and hung on a guardian's chair?"

This guy's tone of voice is really mean.

This time it wasn't just one stone. Gravel was thrown onto the transporter's already bumpy face. The little mushroom stood up, rushed over and hit the railing, his eyes stubborn and persistent: "I didn't say that! You don't know anything! Stop it! Stop it!"

Nan Fuguang: "What is 'something'? What's in the mine? Is there any special substance in the mine? Or is it a living thing?"

The blue-robed transporter pointed at the little mushroom and said, "Ask him if he has seen that thing with his own eyes!"

The little mushroom screamed: "Don't say it! Don't say it!"

The blue-robed transporter: "Who knows? If he hadn't told me, I wouldn't have been sure at first. The transporters couldn't get in. Sometimes when they got close to the depths and started transporting, they could hear something whispering in their ears. The sound was indescribable, like a group of mosquitoes, or a few butterflies, or rabbits running through the grass. I couldn't understand anything they said, I just knew they kept talking... If you want to walk out of here alive, you have to see it with your own eyes."

Nan Fuguang: "Where are you going?" The blue-robed transporter: "To go into the mining area and see the secrets inside."

The little mushroom continued to scream, grabbing the railing and shaking violently: "Shut up! You are a transporter! You don't know anything! You are just imagining!"

Blue Robe Transporter: "It cannot be seen, touched, or described... it is 'the unspeakable thing'."

Nan Fuguang: “???”

"Do you believe it? In the Three Realms and Six Paths, cultivators have never been at the top, not even Hengyue Xingchen and Xiaohui Ri."
The blue-robed transporter came closer to Nan Fuguang, slightly widened his eyes, and lowered his voice.
"That history has been erased. God really did exist."

The little mushroom began to scream meaninglessly.

The two people's irrelevant conversation was so loud that it attracted the guardian outside. He took off the whip from his waist and held it in his hand. The guardian used the whip to hit the lever and said in a bored tone: "Stop talking! Everyone outside can hear your voices. Have you forgotten how you got in? Do people with different jobs have the right to talk? And you! Look, this is why you in the transportation area and the mining area are not allowed to talk. You two are crazy!"

Nan Fuguang recognized the person as an old acquaintance—
In another time and space that no longer exists, he chased her and the butcher who turned into a fox. His name seemed to be "May Day".

Wuyi was obviously too lazy to pay attention to the strange child who was crouching in the corner and curled up in autism. He turned to the blue-robed transporter and said, "Hey, what's your number? You can go back now."

He spread out his hand, with a red pill in the palm.

The little mushroom began to bang his head against the railing, repeatedly shouting, "No medicine! He doesn't know anything! No medicine!"

The blue-robed transporter did not move at the first moment. He looked at Wuyi through the railing and said, "The kid didn't say much."

May Day: “Oh.”

Blue Robe Transporter: "He is still a child and doesn't understand anything. I want to ask him - his father has also turned into a fox - I mean, if I eat this, can he not eat it?"

Little Mushroom: "No! No! No!"

Wuyi was impatient: "This is not poison! It's just a necessary procedure for you to go out and not talk nonsense. Look at you, you are crazy now!"

The blue-robed transporter repeated, "I'll eat this. Can Duoduo not eat it?"

The little mushroom's name is Duoduo.

When his name was called, Duoduo started screaming again.

Amid the shrill screams of children, Wuyi smiled and said, "I can promise you anything. Just eat."

Blue Robe Transporter: "You are usually not trustworthy."

Wuyi didn't say anything. He raised his hand with a gloomy face and brought the pill in his palm closer to him.

The blue robed transporter rolled his eyes in his eye sockets, suddenly smiled and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I've had enough anyway. Those whispers keep chattering every day, like ghosts lying on my shoulders trying to tell me some old stories... I'm really fed up with this damn place."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the little mushroom that was still banging against the railing, reached out to take the medicine, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The medicine probably didn't taste very good. Nan Fuguang clearly saw his pupils focus for a moment, and then slightly diverted.

The guardian looked satisfied and immediately opened the cage and let him out.

"Wait a moment!"
Nan Fuguang spoke up and stopped the two people who were about to leave.

Wuyi and the blue-robed transport worker both turned around. Since there was no restriction on conversation between transport workers, Wuyi did not stop them immediately.

"What does 'the gods existed' mean? What does 'unspeakable' mean? What's in the mine?"

Nan Fuguang asked anxiously, but the blue-robed transporter was like a sleepwalker who had just woken up from a dream. He turned his head and looked at Nan Fuguang expressionlessly.

"Silly, you shouldn't ask."

……

The little mushroom shrank back into the dark corner, and the prison became quiet again.

Nan Fuguang's mind was in a mess, and she couldn't sort out her thoughts for a while. At first, she just thought that the Sun Mine had violated the Immortal Alliance's code of conduct...
It now seems that "being an outlaw who disregards every word of the laws of the Shatuo Splitting Sky Tree" is the code of conduct here.

The Big Sun Mine has only one main mine. In addition to producing black cracked sky ore, the main mine also has something that is considered a secret. That thing is very likely -
Living thing?

Hearing the footsteps coming from the distant Imperial Prison again, Nan Fuguang quickly took out a handmade straw doll from the Qiankun bag in his arms, bit his finger and wrote his name and eight characters on the red talisman on the straw doll's chest.
The straw man got a name, and his appearance changed. He wore a blue mining robe, black mining boots, and had two long hairs on his head...
When Nan Fuguang raised his hand, it also raised its hand clumsily.
The red talisman burned, and the ashes gathered together to form the "Shen" in "Shenshi". Starting from the soles of the straw man's feet, the black mining boots disappeared at a relatively slow speed and turned into an ordinary grass-colored pattern.
Nan Fuguang put it away again.

Wuyi came in, and the guardian appeared in front of Nan Fuguang's prison like a ghost, and handed him the same red pill through the railings.

"Gui 3317? Hey, new guy, it's your turn."

Nan Fuguang didn't move.

"Eat, newcomer." The guardian's hoarse and slow voice sounded, "You seem to have heard something you shouldn't have heard. If you don't eat, you may not be able to leave this place... Your crime is not punishable by death."

Nan Fuguang pointed to the small mushroom in the next corner: "Where is he?"

May 1: "Bing Er Yi Si Qi, he wants to eat too."

Nan Fuguang: "You guys really don't keep your word. You're not keeping your promise to the transporter anymore?"

May Day waved.
"This is not the time to bargain. You have no choice at all. You can't leave unless you eat."
he muttered.
"Do you really think this matter can be discussed?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Fuguang stopped talking to him, raised his hand to take the pill, and swallowed it decisively.

When Wuyi saw her swallow it, he asked her to open her mouth and checked it, then walked to the next room, this time opened the cell door directly, and without saying a word, picked up the little mushroom and forced a pill into her mouth.

Nan Fuguang leaned against the railing, looking down at Little Mushroom struggling to swallow the pill. "Can you tell the truth now? Is the transporter still alive?"

Across the railing, the big and the small stopped tangling. The guardian in the shadow turned around with an unclear expression on his face. He just said slowly: "In the next life, don't be so curious."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

May Day: “…”

After staring at each other for a few moments, the imperial prison fell into deathly silence.
May Day gradually revealed a confused expression.
The guardian's eyes gradually widened from confusion to surprise. Just as he asked "What's wrong with you", he only had time to see a talisman appear in Nan Fuguang's hand.

The talisman exploded through the prison bars. Amidst the earth-shattering roar, she stepped through the hole created by the explosion and snatched the child from his hands with a strength that was absolutely incompatible with her size.

Two fingers slid down his throat and then pushed hard, and the child spat out the pill with a vomiting sound.

"The next life is too far away," Nan Fuguang said calmly, "I still prefer today's work, and I want to finish it today. What's in the mine, I really want to see it with my own eyes."

(End of this chapter)