Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

When the two-way mirror was turned on, the butcher had already gone deep into the mine for a while.

Once again setting foot on the road deep into the mine, the surroundings are still so dark that you can't see your hand in front of you. Countless forks are buried in the endless darkness, just like the blood vessels of an unknown monster, the tracks under your feet and the miners' mine carts are the blood transported.

The mining lamp in the man's hand swayed gently as he moved. This time, there was no tail following him, and his steps seemed much more relaxed... Compared to the silent and serious other miners who passed by, he seemed to be at ease as if he was on a picnic.

"came back?"
He asked casually.

"Yes." Nan Fuguang answered lazily.

After a simple greeting, they fell into silence. The butcher hung the two-sided mirror on his waist, and Nan Fuguang observed everything around him from the perspective of the waist pendant.
It was not difficult to find that the butcher made a choice without hesitation every time he passed a crossroads. At first, she thought that he had an amazing memory, but as she watched, she found something wrong...
It's not that he has an amazing memory, he's just wandering around.

Nan Fuguang raised his doubts at the first opportunity, but the butcher didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all. He told Nan Fuguang that every fork in the road would eventually lead to the same place.

"where?"
"do not know."
"?"

In the dark mine tunnel, the man's calm voice echoed.

He simply described that this was actually his first time going deep into the mining area, because the miners in the mining area were surprisingly peaceful.
There is no room for advancement for this kind of people, nor will they be sent back to the transport area to work as coolies, so everyone is very united and friendly.
Just like a small mushroom, it can deliver three stones of minerals every day and live safely until now...
In the mining area, helping each other is a common thing.

The rules stipulate that each person's daily quota is three stones. They will not hand in any extra Black Rift Ore, and they will share it with companions in need.

A few days ago, the butcher was in the mine. He only needed to walk back and forth on the fork road and wait on the roadside to get stones given to him by his colleagues who pushed mine carts out of the core mining area. By accumulating enough, he could get three stones.

"Today's six-stone mission is very heavy, so saving up like this will definitely not be enough."
There was obvious regret in the butcher's tone.
"I have to go there myself."

"is it?"
In response to his beautiful story of "helping each other" which was close to the style of "children's bedside stories", the two-way mirror gave a perfunctory answer.
"Thank you for your hard work."

This perfunctory attitude is somewhat obvious.

The footsteps that were moving forward at a certain frequency paused for a moment, but the man quickly and silently passed through this pause. He walked a distance ahead, and when the two-way mirror fell into complete silence, he hesitantly picked up the stone -
Although he was still writing, I always felt that he used a different tone.

"Bad mood?'
It was so quiet over there, as if the two-way mirror had broken down... or the person who was supposed to speak had their tongue cut out.

Nan Fuguang is in a very complicated mood right now. If someone else asked her such an obvious question when she is in a bad mood, she might get angry...
But at this moment, the person on the other side of the two-way mirror seems to be born with the ability to control people's emotions.

Normally he could easily make her angry with just a few words, but when she was really unhappy, calm questions could make her feel alert that her mouth might be opened unintentionally.

She didn't even know why.

She only knew that alertness made her forget to be angry.

"Why are you asking this?"

The butcher spread his hands, meaning: If you don’t want to talk about it, forget it.

……
and many more!
This is giving up too quickly!

Nan Fuguang was speechless and uttered two "hmm" sounds, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Even though he couldn't see the expression on the butcher's face at this moment, when he sighed, put down the mining lamp and squatted on the side of the road, Nan Fuguang still perfectly accepted his coldness.
"Your train of thought is longer than the railroad tracks under my feet. It's hard for me to listen to your nonsense and how you are only now beginning to realize how disappointing your future Taoist partner is."

Nan Fuguang was silent for a few seconds, not even bothering to wonder how he knew that. She really wanted to refute that she wasn't the first to become disappointed...
It's just that the disappointment has reached its peak now.
She chose to keep her mouth shut, standing at attention for a rare moment, ready to extinguish her last bit of hope by being slapped in the face: "Indeed. Before I met him, I even wondered if the reason I didn't have nightmares the night before was because he was outside the wall. How stupid."

"..."

"What does silence mean?"

"I agree with the last four words of your previous sentence."

The corners of Nan Fuguang's lips twitched, and he really wanted to hit someone.

Why on earth had she wanted to be friends with this guy in the first place?

"... Understand me. Unlike the cruel butcher who kills pigs every day, I attacked a monk for the first time that day, and blood splattered on the spot... Although no one died, I was still very scared."

"Ah."

"…What does 'huh' mean?"

"I'm laughing at your excessive fantasies."

As he spoke, the light from the miner's lamp flickered inside the lamp, then went out. "You ask too many questions."
In the darkness, the man's voice was flat and without pause, as if he was disseminating some basic knowledge that everyone in the Three Realms and Six Paths was obliged to know.
"Nightmare has always been a mystery. Research shows that it may belong to another higher realm. You cannot resist its erosion. Talismans cannot do it, treasures cannot do it, formations cannot do it, monks cannot do it, and great love certainly cannot do it."
A distinct sneer sounded in the darkness.
"To sum it up, in case you don't understand: you want to rely on him, but he can't."

But I did not have any dreams last night, which is not scientific.

Do you mean that a kind and powerful Nightmare Hunter happened to pass by the Great Sun Mine that night and captured it?
This is more fantasy, bah!

Nan Fuguang was about to argue with him when the two-sided mirror shook violently. Along with the sound of the mountain shaking, both sides of the two-sided mirror fell silent again.

When the mountain stopped shaking, Nan Fuguang was almost vomiting when he looked at the scene in the two-sided mirror. Then he heard the butcher's calm announcement from the mirror: "We're here."

On the other side of the mirror is a suddenly wide open space——

Entering the narrow mine tunnel that is only accessible by mine carts, the space that suddenly appears is so vast that it leaves you speechless.
Suddenly everything around me became bright.
Countless shark oil lamps were lit on the walls, and the small flames pulled the light and shadows into strange shapes as the mountain shook violently.

At this time, a furry head appeared at the height of the two-sided mirror. Little Mushroom Duoduo appeared silently. He did not have a mining lamp in his hand, as if all the miners here no longer had mining lamps.
Looking the man in front of him up and down, he seemed a little surprised that someone was not using a mining lamp in the mine.
Finally, his gaze fixed on the butcher's waist, and he exchanged glances with Nan Fuguang in the two-sided mirror.
"Sister." Little Mushroom asked, "Why are you hung up?"

He spoke as if her picture was hung on the wall.

Nan Fuguang smiled at him awkwardly, not knowing how to explain why he couldn't enter the mine.

Fortunately, Little Mushroom doesn’t have the habit of chasing people and asking questions.

"Her lover, come with me."
Little Mushroom Road.
He guided the butcher into the "final mining area",
The butcher followed.

After digesting the word "lover" in the two-sided mirror, she felt that this was a huge misunderstanding. She stuttered for a moment, "Why don't you say anything?"

"What?" the butcher asked calmly.

"'Sweetheart.'"

"You want me to explain the exact meaning of a lover to a child who is barely taller than my knees? We live in a safe house, but we don't usually sleep on the same couch?"

"..."

The nonsense literary conversation between the two made the butcher slow down his pace unconsciously. Little Mushroom didn't hear the sound of him catching up, so he looked back and saw that he was looking around curiously. He turned back and pulled the butcher's hand, whispering, "Don't look up, don't look around. Just mine and then leave."

At first, the little head shaking in front of him blocked Nan Fuguang's vision, until he slightly moved aside -

Nan Fuguang saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

In that dark space that was hundreds of feet high and had no end in sight, it seemed as if countless spaces were folded and extended endlessly within the mountain...
It was pitch black with only the flickering light of fire, and an intense feeling of oppression came over one's face, making one feel suffocated subconsciously.

In the middle of the mountain, numerous top-grade black gold talismans were hung on the thick chains. The black gold talismans that Nan Fuguang regarded as his last life-saving treasure were as valuable as gold. One talisman was hung every one foot on the chain.

At the end of the chain was a huge creature.

That was something Nan Fuguang had never seen before.
In any book, in any ancient volume, in any legend—
No description of this creature has ever appeared.

Even if the legendary true dragon awakened, it would not be one-tenth as huge. Its existence undoubtedly violated all known and existing theories of the Three Realms and Six Paths, as well as the Lower Earth.

The basic material content of the Three Realms and Six Paths is not enough to support the survival of creatures of this size.

Its edges were blurred, as if separated by a veil. One could only see that it was completely white, with long furry ears that shone with a luster that was not supposed to be furry, hanging down to both sides of its body.
There are reindeer horns, but they are only similar in shape;
On its back drooped several pairs of bird-like wings, with disheveled feathers;
The two elephant tusks were broken and blackened in places, making no sound, but the trembling of the hairs each time represented the rise and fall of its breathing...
No eyes.
Its eyes cannot be seen.

"Can't see the eyes, can you? Good thing. Don't try to find them."
Little Mushroom reminded in a low voice.

Sure enough, all the miners lowered their heads, trying to keep their sight at eye level or below their knees. At the feet closest to the thing, several miners were holding sharp spears in their hands. They stood far away and threw the sharp spears at the monster.

The monster did not dodge, nor did it make any move to break free from the chains. It stayed quietly in the center of the seemingly endless open space, not knowing whether it was dormant or curled up.
It will react slightly to this, and a huge shadow will cover the miners under its feet with every move...
The shadow of a standing feather can cover about five people.

The darkness cast by that shadow was totally abnormal.

Even at a certain angle that should be illuminated by candlelight, it still remained absolutely dark, as if a monster had opened its huge mouth of the abyss.

The shrouded area seemed to be directly separated from the current space and fell into another space. In the blinding darkness and absolute silence that came instantly, the absentees were completely unable to move, as if any rash action would cause them to be separated by time and space. In the shadows, they could not feel time and space or even their own existence, as if everything was an unfortunate fate that they had encountered and had no control over.

Then, with a crackling sound like falling rain, black sky ore appeared out of thin air from a very high altitude and fell down.

(End of this chapter)