Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

The Black Sky Ore seemed to appear out of thin air.

It's as natural as a rainstorm that falls after being nurtured by cumulus clouds.

As for the miners standing around the iron chain hung with talismans, holding spears and trying their best to poke the thing, they were like a sacrifice surrounding the gods praying for rain.

But logically speaking, there shouldn't be any country where the first step of praying is to "lock up the gods first."

Nan Fuguang was dumbfounded. He had never expected that the Black Sky Ore was produced in this way. No wonder there was only one mine in the entire Dayi Mine that was mining despite the continuous undulating mineral veins...
It turns out that there is no "vein", no "ore", and no "mining" at all.
They imprisoned a monster, and the production of Black Rift Ore is related to it.

——Does the Immortal Alliance know about this?
When his brain finally started to work again, the first thing Nan Fuguang thought of was the Immortal Alliance.

The Immortal Alliance may not know about this.

The safety code of conduct for entering the Da Ri Mine for the first time, the rule that people in the transportation area and people in the mining area cannot talk to each other was born in this way.
The mining area holds this astonishing core secret, and the transportation area will always have opportunities to communicate with outsiders in the process of transporting ore, so the people in the transportation area simply don't need to know this secret.

A secret is only called a secret if it rots deep inside its source.

This is the reason why the Da Ri Mine implements a closed management system for miners. Those who want to escape, communicate across areas, or any behavior that poses a risk or tendency of leaking secrets must be killed.

Perhaps the confinement formation on the chain has fallen into disrepair, or perhaps the thing itself is not able to trap it. In any case, it will somehow break free from the constraints of the chain and the formation, appear in the mine in a mysterious form, and start a killing spree.

Now it's not just the difficulty of escaping that has increased.

Nan Fuguang felt that even the difficulty of his survival had increased.

She thought that she had not learned "Paleontology Research" or "Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, Origin of Biology" very well, but at least she knew all the carbon-based and non-carbon-based organisms that existed in the three realms and six paths...
She even knew the strange fact that the Queen Mother of the West was not an independent entity, but a social creature.

Now, who can tell her what this is?!

……

A new batch of black cracked sky ore fell like raindrops. In the core mining area, the miners in yellow mining robes started a new round of busy work.
They tacitly divided into three groups.
Some of them were seriously poking the monster with their spears.
Some disabled snakes sat nearby and loudly told about their miserable experiences.
The rest used shovels to collect the black cracked sky ore that fell on the ground, shoveled it into the mine carts, and then transported it out one by one along the rails.

Soon, truckloads of Black Sky Ore were shipped out of the mining area.

Soon the black cracked sky ore on the ground was cleared away. At this time, Nan Fuguang was still wondering what their essence was. Why was the output described as an inexhaustible basic product just because of this monster?

Just then, she heard someone muttering outside the two-way mirror, "It's all shoveled away. Today's production capacity is not up to standard. We need more!"

Then, the voice became louder.
"Hey! Duoduo! Come here!"

The little boy's back stiffened when his name was called.

Perhaps because he knew Nan Fuguang, he also classified her "lover" into his own camp. Before moving towards the person who called him, he reluctantly looked back at the butcher.

The butcher always stood at a great distance from the monster. At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows and looked back at the little mushroom silently.
Very cold-bloodedly.

Secondly, it seems that this person is not worried at all that Duoduo was called over to become a part of "praying for rain", even though in fact, according to visual observation, the monster that is so tall that you can't see where its head is when you raise your head can swallow Duoduo in one bite without even chewing it.

Such a kid is not even enough to fill the monster's teeth. What do these people want to do? Don't they claim to be united?

They were not in a hurry, but Nan Fuguang was. She had made a lot of trouble, burning down the kitchen and demolishing the prison. The fire had not been extinguished yet, and she had only managed to save a small mushroom.

But I didn't want them to send him to serve afternoon tea to the monsters!
She shouted "Hey" and called out "pig butcher" anxiously. Before she could awaken his conscience, she saw a big hand covering her sight, and then she found that her voice could not be heard.

………………This bastard pressed the mute button (*she didn’t even tell him there was this function)!!
Nan Fuguang was so angry that she smashed the mirror hard. Then she started to pack her things and prepared to go into the mine tunnel. At worst she would die again. However, before she could stand up, she saw that the guy who greeted Little Mushroom on the other side of the two-sided mirror just called him over and put him some distance away from the monster.

Then the man and Little Mushroom began to talk in a loud voice.

"Duoduo, where is your father?"
"I failed to complete my mission on the big mining day earlier this month, and I turned into a fox and died."
"Where's your uncle?"
"He accidentally talked to me, found out what happened in the mine, took some medicine, turned into a fox, and died."
"You never saw them again?"
"We only found their fox skins, which Sister Fuguang gave to Duoduo. Now they are placed in the room. They can sleep with Duoduo again."

Not far from them, the claws of a snow-white monster that required thirty people to hug moved. The mine was shaking and those who were too close could hardly stand.

Then there was a burst of "crackling" noises -

A new batch of black sky ore fell from the sky very high.

The man who was shouting and exposing Little Mushroom's scars was used to it, and Little Mushroom also seemed to be emotionally stable. The two of them asked and answered each other expressionlessly, as if they had long been accustomed to the scene before them.

"Where's your sister?"
"One of his eyes was shot blind by the guardian."
"Oh, that must have hurt, is she dead?"
"Yes, it hurts. Maybe she feels she might as well die."

More Black Sky Ore fell down, more than before. This time it was no longer like raindrops, but more like hail. Standing in the darkness, the miners dodged the shadows cast by the monster's trembling feathers while letting the ore hit them...

They pushed the mine cart over and started a new round of mineral collection.

While Nan Fuguang was extremely worried, Xiao Mushroom ended his conversation with the absentee worker and returned to the butcher, who released Nan Fuguang's mute gesture.

"Are you okay?!" she asked anxiously.

"It's okay. It doesn't eat people." The little mushroom tiptoed over and said to Nan Fuguang in the two-way mirror, "The black crack sky ore is its tears."

Tears?

Nan Fuguang opened his eyes slightly. Tears?
"If it hears a tragic story, or knows that someone was turned into a fox because of insufficient ore production at the Da Ri Mine, or sees a disabled miner, it will cry very hard, and the ore production will exceed the limit that day." The little mushroom said in a flat tone, "This is why the Da Ri Mine stipulates that disabled people can enter the mining area as an exception."

"it--"

"Not a bad guy."
Little Mushroom said.
"It has never hurt us, but for some reason, the guardians are afraid of it."

He turned to the butcher.

"If you're interested, you can get closer to take a look, but try not to raise your head. It doesn't want people to see its eyes, so it always hides its head... Almost none of us can see what it looks like, and no one has heard its cry, and neither can you."

——It is a mysterious creature with a terrifying appearance, a mysterious origin, a mysterious identity, a very easy-to-tear point, and perhaps a bit of the Buddha's light of compassion that shines upon the earth.

It poses no threat to mortals.
As expected, it really only hates monks.

Nan Fuguang in the mirror began to urge the butcher to get closer, to see clearly what this thing looked like and then to check and find out its true identity as much as possible. Knowing why its preferences were so specific was the only way for her to survive under its claws.

After listening to her series of survival logic, the butcher did not object and moved closer to the monster. This time, he almost stood at its claws...
He reached out, running his fingertips over the chains and brushing the monster's scales.

The giant beast's claws, which were originally shaking wildly, suddenly stopped.

"I know it."

The butcher suddenly said something shocking.

Nan Fuguang made a "tsk" sound, warning him not to brag. At the same time, I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the black cracked ore that was desperately falling from the sky stopped, just like a baby being comforted and stopped crying all of a sudden.

The man's eyebrows curved and he smiled a little.

He seemed not to notice that the monster had stopped crying, nor did he hear the complaints from the people around him. He said in a calm tone, "Do you still remember the letter from the scholar describing his dream that the Pavilion of Rare Treasures received before coming to the Great Sun Mine?"

When the letter was mentioned, Nan Fuguang suddenly fell silent.
She almost forgot why she came to the Great Sun Mine——
Isn't it because of that damn letter? !
There was indeed something written in that letter.

In the letter, the scholar with the strange name had a dream. He said that in the dream, a monster fell out from the gap in the sky. The monster ate the roots of the Shatuo Rift Sky Tree, causing the World Tree to wither directly.

[A black crack that looked like a crack in a secret place suddenly appeared in the fiery red sky, and a monster covered with silver-white scales fell out from it.]
[It is huge and bulky, not much thinner than the main trunk of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, hundreds of feet tall, and just standing there looks like a small snow mountain moving... Because it is so high, its head is above the clouds, in the mist, it has a pair of long furry ears like a rabbit, reindeer horns, six pairs of bird-like wings on its back, and two elephant tusks in its mouth.]

Nan Fuguang: “…”

I remembered.
She opened her mouth, but was once again speechless due to excessive surprise.

and so.
Is what is described in the letter true?
Contrary to the description in the "Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree", was there really such a monster that ate the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree and caused it to wither?

seeing is believing.

At least the creatures imprisoned in this so-called mine are basically the same as those described in the letter.

It is impossible for that scholar to have been to the Da Ri Mine, entered the mining area and come out safely. Duan Nan would be the first one to cut off his head and hang it on the main gate of the Da Ri Mine.

She was in an unprecedented state of doubt, as if someone suddenly told her that she had been misunderstood for more than a hundred years and that she was actually a man. It was equally absurd.

The "Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree", which is regarded as the "Book of All Living Beings", "Basic Laws" and "Chronicle" of the Three Realms and Six Paths, is it a fake?
Nan Fuguang was in doubt and her mind was still immersed in the shock of having half of her worldview destroyed. At this moment, as the saying goes, one wave has not yet subsided when another wave arises, and a scene that made her speechless appeared again -

The huge monster, which had never lowered its head and had never allowed anyone to see its true face, suddenly shook its ears on both sides of its head, and then it slowly made a movement that was obviously bowing and lowering its head.

In the dim candlelight, the monster's scales glowed with a cold bloody light, and its vague outline became concrete at this moment. People could easily see its fur-covered head and a pair of fangs as sharp as an inverted sword...
The drooping ears brushed over the edge of the paw, and a piece of fluff about as long as an adult's arm seemed to have accidentally touched the butcher's finger.

It suddenly froze in place.

Then, the black cracked sky ore that had been silent for a moment began to appear again -
The drizzle gradually changed from moderate rain to heavy rain and then torrential rain, and the torrential rain turned into hail, accompanied by a choking "woo" sound, which sounded like a puppy sounding the barking alarm, and the hail turned into an earth-shaking tsunami.

The overwhelming amount of black cracked sky ore fell from the sky with a "clatter". The only people who were at a loss were Nan Fuguang and everyone else...
For the first time, there was a miner who was about to be hit by ore and had his nose and face bruised. He dodged and shouted, "Ouch!" He shouted, "What's going on? Even the big mine workers don't do this!"

The butcher stood there without moving.

Nan Fuguang: "Still standing there? They say that the butcher carries evil spirits. You scared the child!"

Hearing the accusation, the butcher gave her a speechless glance.

Little Mushroom: "It means it likes him very much. It lowered its head and rubbed against him. It has never happened before."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Little Mushroom: "It hasn't rubbed against anyone."

Butcher: “Yeah.”

Little Mushroom: "My sister's lover, it likes you."

Nan Fuguang: “…………”

But my sister's lover killed a lot of pigs -
Oh, no?
Can a butcher with murderous aura really be liked by small animals?
Or maybe small animals won’t like it, but huge monsters will?
This is too abstract.

The world finally became insane beyond her imagination.

……

That monster probably really likes the butcher.

It was like an oversized cosmic puppy that thought it was still a teacup dog. It whined in the chains and lowered its head desperately, trying to get close to the butcher who was standing at its feet and fucking it as high as a toenail.

The neck was bent into an incredible arc, and the white scales became clearer in the firelight. Perhaps it had not seen the light for too long - no small animal could maintain its beauty without the sun - its scales had fallen off severely, some had lost their luster, and some of the feathers on its wings even had blood stains at the roots...

The shape of the cosmic puppy suddenly reduced the sense of fear, and Nan Fuguang was feeling that it was even a little pitiful.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind coming from somewhere, and the monster completely lowered its head with its fangs buried in its mouth. Now it was sitting on the ground with the back of its head facing forward in a strange posture.

[It has one eye, which is on the back of its hairy head.]

When Nan Fuguang wanted to shout something, it was too late.

The wind blew away the dirty, tangled hair, and a red eye appeared before everyone.
At first it was closed.
Then it opened.
The beast's eyes that slowly opened were golden, like the most ancient squid in the deep sea or some other unknown creature. The huge eyes were brighter than all the mermaid lamps in the darkness, and could almost encompass and swallow up most of the open space in the mining area.

Even through a two-way mirror, one can seem to be able to sense the sense of separation in the shadow it casts, and the oppressive atmosphere that makes one feel creepy and instantly lose the ability to organize words in the darkness is overwhelming.

This feels so familiar.

Nan Fuguang closed his eyes immediately.
Even though I am outside the mine at this moment, in the sunlight...
She also felt the blood in her body flowing backwards, and unclear whispers echoed in her mind.

Soon she heard a real commotion coming from the two-way mirror. The surroundings seemed to be in chaos. Someone began to shout and scream. The shovel collided with the mine cart, and the mine cart rubbed against the rails with a harsh "squeaking" sound.

She heard footsteps again; it was the butcher moving.

The scene in the two-way mirror passed by quickly. The butcher probably ran from one end of the mining area to the other...
So Nan Fuguang had a panoramic view of all the miners who suddenly went completely crazy after seeing the monster's eyes.

Without hesitation, one man yelled "I've had enough" and rammed his head against the mine wall beside him, his fragile head breaking into pieces like a bloated watermelon;
Two men raised their shovels and cleanly cut off half of each other's heads;
The three men were biting each other like primitive beasts. One of them pounced on another without hesitation and bit off the flesh on his face. Blood dripped from his chin. While he was chewing frantically, the third man dug out his eyeballs.
The four people sang a song they had never heard of around the mine cart. The song sounded like a dialect from somewhere on the West Coast, and it was a little strange. They looked very happy, holding hands, until one of them held the other's head and twisted it around, and the singing stopped abruptly, leaving only the corners of his lips raised high;
Five people were frantically fighting for a dagger that came from nowhere, including Little Mushroom. He was the youngest and the most agile. After grabbing the dagger, he smiled with numb eyes. The child muttered "I'm finally home" and cut open his stomach from top to bottom, from chest to lower abdomen. It was precise and swift. With the warm blood gushing out, the yellow robe was dyed dark brown, and the organs and white intestines fell out...

The blood splattered on the two-way mirror, just like it splattered on Nan Fuguang's face.

She suddenly closed her eyes and her neck subconsciously shrank back, as if she could feel a sweet, warm, sticky liquid flowing down her cheeks.

My head was buzzing and it hurt so much that it felt like it was going to explode.

The meaningless dialect whispered in my ears, as if it was telling an unknown story impatiently and patiently; the off-tune singing of the miners did not stop even when their heads fell to the ground; the letters sent by the scholar with a strange name seemed to come back to life, making a "rustling" noise of paper blowing; the monster fell from the gap and hit the ground with a shocking sound; the monster gnawed the Shatuo Cracked Sky Tree...

[In the Three Realms and Six Paths, cultivators are never at the top. ]
[That period of history has been erased, and gods really did exist. ]
【You are here, is it you? 】
【They are liars.】
【Hate. 】
[It’s so dark.]
【Fear. 】

There was a stinging pain in the palm of his hand as the sharp corners of the sculpture pierced into his palm. Nan Fuguang twisted one of the tails of "The Ninth Life of a Cat" with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to break the entire sculpture into pieces.

(End of this chapter)