Starting from The Witcher, he slaughtered his way across the world.

"Don't worry, Uncle, I know what I'm doing."

Luo Fan's hands continued moving, and his voice sounded somewhat muffled.

He had indeed been quite exhausted these past few days, but the feedback from the strengthening method had relieved his fatigue and provided a good relief.

"Sigh, as long as you know what you're doing."

Kant sighed softly, and didn't say anything more.

The clanging and banging sounds echoed continuously inside the mine.

Out of the corner of Luo Fan's eye, he suddenly caught sight of a withered, white arm. The pale, bony fingers were spread out and pressed hard on the ground, as if something was about to crawl out from underground.

He immediately turned his head to look, but there was nothing there except piles of ore.

"here we go again."

He couldn't help but stop what he was doing and rub his temples. Although his body was getting stronger, his mental fatigue was getting heavier.

"What's wrong?"

Kant couldn't help but look over.

"It's nothing, let's continue."

Luo Fan shook his head, not telling Kant about his hallucinations.

It seemed that he was the only one in the entire labor camp who encountered this problem. Over the past four days, Luo Fan had been experiencing hallucinations from time to time.

A gray, human-shaped shadow lurked in the corner, casting a watchful gaze from who-knows-where. Its withered, white hands cast a shadow that occasionally twisted and stretched in the firelight, sometimes even extending claws. In the quiet of the night, strange whispers echoed in his ears, and sometimes he could hear a gnawing sound...

Every time he stared intently at them, these things would vanish as if they were illusions, or rather, they were indeed just illusions.

But these hallucinations kept tugging at Luo Fan's sensitive nerves, causing his mental state to weaken day by day. In the past two days, he has started having nightmares in which some kind of monster is chasing him.

Although his physical condition improved, Luo Fan's mental state deteriorated and he could not find relief.

If he hadn't recovered his health, Luo Fan was certain he wouldn't have survived such a double blow.

This is why he is working even harder; he needs to leave the labor camp as soon as possible to gather information about the Witcher.

These hallucinations were undoubtedly caused by "demonic spirits," because he recalled memories of demonic corpses, which meant he was marked by the evil energy of heaven and earth.

The existence of "demonic spirits" is constantly affecting him.

Only witchers can solve this problem, but Luo Fan, who is in the labor camp, doesn't even know where to contact witchers.

"The worst-case scenario is that the demons will come knocking on our door at any time. However, there have been quite a few more people in the labor camp these days, so the demons shouldn't dare to venture into crowded places."

Luo Fan dared not rely on his intuition to judge such matters; for now, he could only take it one step at a time.

In the past few days, he also noticed something strange: the number of people in the labor camps was increasing, and more and more impoverished laborers were being sent there, with the number already exceeding three hundred.

That's the strange thing.

"Shigu City doesn't seem to be in the mining business, and although there are mines in this mountain range, the mineral resources are not very abundant."

"Shigu City is not located on the frontier, so there is no need to fortify the city. Is there any need to expand the buildings? But it shouldn't be like that."

Luo Fan muttered to himself, somewhat puzzled by the intentions of Nolan, the lord's son.

In the past few days, he inquired about some things and found out that the main source of minerals was in Blackstone City, southeast of Stone Drum City, which was also Nolan's territory.

Some of the people in this labor camp were transferred from there.

Nolan can't be so poor that he has to spend a lot of manpower to mine such a small mine, right?

That would be a huge waste of resources.

According to Luo Fan's observation, the people sending labor camps showed no sign of stopping; new laborers were being sent every day, as if they were trying to hollow out the mountain.

Luo Fan attributed this to the fact that rich people are just willful; after all, they can decide the life and death of these people with a single word.

After thinking about it, Luo Fan realized that worrying about such things was pointless, so he stopped thinking about it.

If the lord's son really intends to dig through the mountain, then he can't stay in this labor camp any longer; otherwise, he'll definitely have to work here for eight or ten years.

night.

After a day of mining, Luo Fan successfully earned 15 work points, and also gave 5 work points to Kang De, since he was the main assistant beside him.

The efficiency of two people is equivalent to that of three and a half miners, which is indeed astonishing.

When they arrived at the camp, Marcus kept his word and indeed ordered that Lovan be given a decent meal of meat.

And it wasn't some cheap meat; it was proper grilled meat, a whole pork chop sprinkled with salty sauce, two broccoli florets, an egg, and a bowl of thick porridge.

Even those with better jobs couldn't get such treatment, and for a moment, a lot of envious eyes were cast towards Luo Fan from all around.

But no one dared to provoke him, as everyone knew that this was a gift from Supervisor Marcus to Lovan.

Those who were reassigned initially intended to use their limited power to bully the elderly couple; other weak miners had also experienced this kind of bullying.

However, seeing that Luo Fan had become increasingly stronger in the past two days, those people gradually gave up their plans and turned to bullying others.

All they wanted was to steal some food so they could eat their fill.

After all, not everyone in this world is as simple and honest as Kant. Luo Fan doesn't blame them, as long as they don't mess with him.

The pork chop in front of him tasted really bad, and the sauce was too salty, but both the meat and the salt were things that Luo Fan's body needed to replenish, so even if he had to force himself to swallow them, he had to swallow them down.

Eat slowly.

Kant watched Luo Fan wolf down his food, a gentle smile on his face, as if he were looking at a junior.

"Cough...cough...cough!"

Just then, a violent cough came from not far away, accompanied by an angry shout.

"Damn it, don't cough in my food!"

"I'm sorry, cough cough..."

One person angrily rebuked, while the other person clutched his chest and coughed incessantly, his face pale. The people around immediately moved away.

The person opposite looked gloomy, unsure whether to continue eating the food in front of them. After hesitating for a moment, they grabbed the food and started eating anyway.

There's no other way; if I don't eat this meal, I'll go hungry, and I won't be able to handle the physical labor tomorrow.

Luo Fan glanced over there, then looked away, and couldn't help but think of his mother, Adele.

A mother who was thin, with kind eyes, and who was tolerant and doting on him.

Although Luo Fan was a transmigrator, the memories in his mind were like a reversal of time, giving him a sense of personal experience. It was like his second life. Having never experienced maternal love, he found that warmth in his memories.

She also suffers from lung disease and coughs frequently. This time, Luo Fan was forcibly detained by the tax officials, and the mother and son were sent away without even seeing each other.

She must have been very anxious and worried when she found out about this.

Thinking of his mother pacing anxiously at home, Luo Fan felt as if he had been pricked by needles, and his mood became depressed.

"Don't do anything foolish, wait for me to come back."

Luo Fan murmured to himself as he silently ate the food in front of him, but his appetite had diminished.

Kant was an observant man. He not only noticed that Luo Fan's body was much stronger than when they first met, but also took note of his current emotions.

Kant reached out and patted Luo Fan on the shoulder, unsure how to offer words of comfort.

Having spent the last few days with him, he learned about Luo Fan's ordeal and couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor child.

"I'm fine."

Luo Fan looked up and smiled, composing himself and dispelling the oppression in his heart.