Unlimited employment

Chapter 95【Ghostly Means】

The sun rises in the east.

The sun rising from the top of the mountain illuminates the black mountains in red.

High mountains, lush green trees, strong winds blowing through the forest, making waves, and the faint sound of birdsong can be heard in the wind...

"Montenegro is such a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and clear waters."

After finally finishing his annoying official duties, the Black Mountain Mine Supervisor habitually walked to the window of the copper building and sighed while leaning on the railing.

Then, his gaze shifted to a place with more beautiful scenery.

It was a large valley with an open square surrounded by high walls. In the square, rows of short, thin and ragged teenagers were queuing up to exchange food with the jailers. Occasionally, corpses were dragged out of the square by the jailers and buried far away.

Dirty, numb, despair, death.

As long as you see it from a distance, even from a long distance, you can still instinctively think of the smell of rats and rotting corpses in the sewer.

But in the eyes of mine supervisors, this is a beauty far better than natural scenery.

Since he initiated the system of exchanging gold mines for steamed buns, the Black Mountain Gold Mine has changed its previous low production trend. The gold output has soared year by year, making the gold mine prosperous.

Although this system had a small flaw that greatly increased the rate of prisoner consumption, the Great Xia Dynasty, with its strict criminal laws, never lacked prisoners.

Every time a group of teenagers dies, more are sent to prisons across the country.

Sudden.

A small chaos appeared in the orderly square.

The mine supervisor looked over and saw that it was a hungry boy who had no ore. He wanted to grab the steamed bun from the jailer's hand, but was knocked to the ground by the tall and strong jailer.

After a round of punches and kicks, the boy's head was bleeding.

The young man was already weak and had suffered such a serious injury. He lay straight on the ground and died instantly.

"You can earn a full meal by working hard, so why do you choose to be lazy, steal food, and even lose your life for it?
These young people in prison have had no one to teach them since childhood, and they are as stupid as pigs and dogs. It is really sad and lamentable!

But for some reason, when the mine supervisor looked at the boy's eyes filled with hatred, resentment, and pain, he, a cultivator in the Wind Tribulation Realm, shuddered inexplicably.

Click!

Subconsciously, a lightning flash that was specifically designed to kill the inner evil flashed in his eyes, but it did not dispel anything.

When the mine supervisor raised his head again with a puzzled look on his face, the dead boy had already been dragged away by the jailer.

"Strange, why did I feel like I was under a spell just now? Was it just an illusion?"

However, since the Evil-Slaying Divine Thunder did not detect anything unusual in the mind, the mine supervisor did not take this trivial matter to heart.

He gave the order directly to a young man with a deathly look on his face who was standing beside him.

"It's bad luck to see such an idiot so early in the morning. Bring a virgin here. I want to open the bag."

The young man bowed in response and soon brought the woman who was kept in a nearby courtyard over. The mine supervisor then put his Yin Spirit into the young man's body and began his daily romantic life.

It's just that at the last moment, the things that came out of the body had a bad smell.

This made the mine supervisor a little unhappy.

He reprimanded the young man severely, asking him to practice martial arts well in the future and not to ruin his body at such a young age.

In the afternoon, when the mine supervisor was sitting cross-legged in meditation on the top of the copper pavilion, the young man took the initiative to hold up a parasol for him.

Everyone at the Black Mountain Mine Prison turned a blind eye to the young man who suddenly appeared beside the mine supervisor. The next day, while the mine supervisor was processing official documents, the young man appeared beside him, offering him tea and water. Everything seemed natural, as if it was supposed to be this way.

During leisure time, the boy's body was temporarily borrowed by the mine supervisor.

At the last moment, the color and smell of the thing became even worse, which made the mine supervisor even angrier.

Time passed day by day, more and more prisoners died in Montenegro, more and more gold mines appeared, and the mine supervisor became more and more successful in the officialdom.

The only thing that made him a little dissatisfied was that the boy looked more and more dead.

The boy's death seemed to follow the decaying process of a corpse.
At first it was just a little stiff; then purple spots appeared on the body surface; then the abdomen swelled; then green spots grew; the body rotted and pus oozed; dense white and yellow maggots grew in the rotten flesh; and the body rotted and swelled into a giant.

In the end, most of the flesh and blood turned into liquid and disappeared, turning into a pile of white bones wrapped in yellow skin.

Even so, the mine supervisor did not feel anything wrong, but only complained more about the boy's useless body, which was even more incompetent than himself, a eunuch.

On this day, the mine supervisor, as usual, possessed the boy's bones and continued his daily hard work.

In the extreme sport where there are no tools to commit crimes, I suddenly reached a state of bliss, and then felt a piercing pain.

"what--"

With a shrill scream, the mine supervisor suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw a Yin God with lightning all over his body standing in front of him. He stretched out his palm wrapped in three-colored lightning and pulled out the pounding heart in his chest.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is a ghost banner. Although Wu Guang majored in "Controlling the Five Thunders", he is a true reggae because he has the mark of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner on his body.

More than two years ago, on the day the meteor struck, the mine supervisor was able to easily inflict heavy damage on Wu Guang thanks to the help of the Bronze Pavilion.

When it came to a real one-on-one fight, the mysterious and bizarre ghost methods of the Central World were not something that a native of the same realm as him in the small world could deal with.

"It's a demon from outside the domain. This demon actually bewitched me with such strange means."

The severe damage to the body startled the mine supervisor. He quickly controlled his Yin Spirit to escape from the body and fled to the bottom of the bronze pavilion.

That is the core of the Heaven-shaking Thunder Formation. As long as he can hide in it, he can control thousands of thunders to protect his body.

But how could Wu Guang give him this opportunity?

As soon as he opened his mouth, a ball of three-colored lightning spewed out, which turned into a net and covered the mine supervisor's Yin spirit.

The frightened mine supervisor wanted to fight back. He clasped his hands together and was about to summon the divine thunder stored in the formation to save himself.

There was a series of frequent "crackling" sounds, and on the brass building, pale white lightning like a snake shot out from the bottom and gathered towards the top floor.

If he succeeds, the situation of the battle may be reversed in an instant.

At this moment, a golden tight hoop suddenly fell from the sky and fastened on the mine supervisor's head.

This button is like taking root and can never be taken off.

As the tight hoop shrank inwards violently, the mine supervisor was instantly tortured to the point of ecstasy and lost the ability to think.

After losing their master, the winding electric snakes on the bronze pavilion retreated again.

The rumbling of thunder has been a daily occurrence in the Bronze Pavilion for many years. The people in the Gold Mine Square have long been accustomed to it. Except for some new prisoners who looked over here for a while, it did not attract the attention of others.

No one also knew that their mine supervisor had no control over his life or death.

(End of this chapter)