Wild Dogs

Qingyun Temple has several mines, but the mine he was transferred to this time was a newly opened mine, which was very close to the mountains and was considered quite dangerous.

However, Yang Fan was not afraid of the monsters in the mountains.

Even if he couldn't win, he had various ways to save his life. What he was really worried about was Wang Yu playing tricks.

In order not to reveal his true strength, Yang Fan traveled to the mine at the speed of an ordinary person.

However, before he arrived at the mine, Yang Fan first sent Xiao Hei to the mountains near the mine.

Having a black dog scout ahead makes things much safer.

And so, Yang Fan leisurely strolled to the vicinity of the mine. By the time he arrived, it was already dark.

What do you do for a living?

Several burly guards blocked Yang Fan's path, watching him warily.

Yang Fan took out the token and waved it.

"I'm here to help out on orders from the miscellaneous services department. Take me to see your manager."

Although Yang Fan was still mortal on the surface, he was still someone sent by the Miscellaneous Services Hall, so he naturally didn't need to pay them any attention.

"Wait a minute, let me report to the manager."

Several guards immediately rushed into the mine, and not long after, a burly man came out yawning.

"You say you were sent by the servants' quarters to help? Do you have any proof?"

The burly man sized up Yang Fan, who then handed over the token.

Upon seeing the token, a glint flashed in the burly man's eyes, and he nodded.

"I see, please come in!"

As the burly man spoke, he gave the others a wink, and they immediately made way for him.

Yang Fan then followed the burly man inside, and the man pointed out the situation in the mine as they walked.

"Here's the thing, we've opened a new mine here in the last few months, and we're short of people to manage it. You can go to that new mine when the time comes."

"Do you need me to mine cryptocurrency?"

Yang Fan frowned slightly.

"Of course not. You're someone sent by the miscellaneous servants' office; we wouldn't let you mine, would we?"

"Your job there is to keep an eye on those mortals and make sure they don't cause any trouble."

As he spoke, the burly man pointed to a mine shaft in the distance.

Those immortals wouldn't be willing to mine; these mines are all operated by mortals.

Upon hearing that he was in charge of managing these ordinary people's mining operations, Yang Fan nodded slightly.

Things don't seem that dangerous.

"By the way, you have to go down to the mine every day and keep an eye on those mortals, make sure they don't slack off."

As the burly man spoke, he patted Yang Fan on the shoulder.

"By the way, have you eaten? I happen to have two wild game pieces here. If you want one, I can share it with you."

Yang Fan chuckled softly and shook his head slightly.

Seeing that Yang Fan was unwilling, the burly man didn't say anything more and then waved his hand.

"Come on, I'll take you to your accommodation. There are too many people right now, and there aren't enough places to stay. Just make do for now, and we'll build you a proper place when we have more people available."

The burly man spoke enthusiastically, appearing harmless.

Yang Fan temporarily lowered his guard against him, nodded, and then followed the other man forward.

After a long while, Yang Fan looked ahead with a somewhat grim expression.

"Is this where I live now?"

Yang Fan frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

In front of him was a dilapidated thatched hut.

The thatched hut was dilapidated, even worse than where the miners lived, and it didn't seem to provide any shelter from the wind and rain.

More importantly, these thatched huts were located on the edge of the mine, right next to the mountains, which looked very dangerous.

"There's nothing we can do, please understand us. We have so many miners, we need to arrange accommodations for them, we really can't make room for you."

"Don't worry, I'll figure out a way to build you a nice house in a few days."

The burly man looked regretful. Yang Fan glanced at him, then suddenly smiled slightly and nodded.

"That's fine, it's all just a place to stay anyway, so it doesn't matter to me."

The burly man was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Yang Fan to be so easy to talk to, and a flash of disdain crossed his eyes.

"Haha, as long as Brother Yang likes it, that's fine. You can stay here for now, so it'll be easier for us to talk."

After finishing his speech, the burly man swaggered away.

At this moment, the killing intent in Yang Fan's eyes grew stronger and stronger.

"I haven't even told you my name yet, how do you know my name is Yang Fan? Would the servants' quarters tell you that?"

Yang Fan stretched his muscles and bones.

Needless to say, Wang Yu and the others must have instructed this person in advance to deal with Yang Fan.

But they would be sorely mistaken if they thought they could deal with Yang Fan with this one trick.

"Since I'm here, I might as well stay. I'll stay here and see what you can do to me."

Yang Fan had already reached the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage and was not afraid of this strong man at all.

This burly man was just a strong, ordinary person; killing him would be easier for him than crushing a chick.

"Creak!"

Pushing open the door, a musty smell wafted out, clearly indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.

Yang Fan shook his head and strode into the room.

The furnishings in the room were extremely simple, almost exactly the same as the wooden house he had lived in before, but the things were obviously much more dilapidated.

The bedding on the stone bed was still stained with blood, and Yang Fan couldn't help but frown.

"Why is there still blood on it? Didn't these people even bother to clean it up?"

His gaze shifted, and once he saw the window to the side, he immediately understood what was going on.

The window of the wooden house had a large hole torn open; the window frame had been ripped open by something, indicating that some wild animal had rushed in from outside.

"No wonder there's blood on this bed. It seems a wild animal ate the person in the bed. No wonder this thatched hut has been uninhabited for so long."

Yang Fan shook his head indifferently, tidied up the room casually, then sat cross-legged and took the pill.

For him, nothing is more important than improving his strength.

On the other side, the burly man was standing at a distance watching this side. Seeing that Yang Fan did not make any move, he sneered.

"I thought they were some tough nut to crack, that's why I was so careful. Now it seems they're just a pushover."

"Is this kind of spineless coward even worth dealing with?"

The burly man snorted coldly, then clapped his hands, and a guard immediately ran over.

"Boss, what's up?"

The burly man glanced at the guard and patted him on the shoulder.

"Didn't we just hunt two wild animals? Now take them to the other side of the mountain, splatter their blood on the ground, and lure those mandrills over."

"A mandrill? Isn't that dangerous?"

The guard spoke nervously.

Mandrills are monsters, and every time a mandrill comes down from the mountain, several people die at the mine.

If we lure all those mandrills down here, I'm afraid a large number of people will die at the mine tonight.

"What do you know? I want danger, I want things to get as dangerous as possible."

The burly man sneered.

Conspiracies and schemes should be as secretive as possible, but accidents are different!

The bigger the accident, the better!

The bigger the accident, the less it has to do with him, the person in charge.

Several mandrills came down the mountain; what could a mere steward do?

It is reasonable for Yang Fan to die in the accident.

"Go ahead and do it. It'll just mean a few more lowly people die. What does it have to do with you?"

"Remember, you must lead the bloodstains to his thatched hut. If you succeed, I will reward you handsomely!"

The burly man waved his hand and walked impatiently toward his room.

His room had a tunnel, which allowed him to hide.

Even if the mandrill eats everyone else, it won't get to him.

"yes!"

The guard dared not disobey and hurriedly went to find the game he had hunted that day, carrying some of the game towards the mountains.

Mandrills are extremely sensitive to the smell of blood; they will come down from the mountain as soon as they smell blood.

Yang Fan will be the first to be hit and will surely be the first to die there.

The more the burly man thought about it, the smarter he felt.

He hummed a little tune smugly as he walked towards his wooden house.

"Who is it?"

After meditating for a while, Yang Fan suddenly noticed someone moving around near his wooden house.

Since his strength improved, Yang Fan's five senses have become much more acute than before.

Therefore, when the guard spilled blood near Yang Fan's wooden house, Yang Fan immediately noticed something was wrong.

"How dare you lay a hand on me!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly and leaped out of the wooden house window.

"What are you doing?"

Startled by the cold question, the guard turned around and saw Yang Fan hiding in the shadows, coldly questioning him.

"No, nothing, just peeing?"

"Pee? And your pee smells so strongly of blood? Do you think I'm stupid!"

Yang Fan approached step by step, staring coldly at the man, his eyes revealing a chilling killing intent.

"That's none of your business!"

The guard tried to leave, but Yang Fan wasn't about to let him get away with it. He rushed forward and grabbed the man by the collar.

"Get out of here!"

The guard threw a punch, but Yang Fan grabbed his fist with his other hand and squeezed it hard.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Yang Fan pressed him with a cold, demanding tone, but then he stopped.

There was no other reason than that several green eyes appeared in the darkness on the other side of the mountain.

Heavy breathing followed.

The mandrill has come down the mountain!