The two hours passed very quickly, as if I had just fallen into a deep sleep, and was awakened by the sharp and harsh sound of the gong.
There were two deep black bruises hanging under Nayaguo's eyes, and she had been sleeping particularly uneasily for the past two hours.
There were no beds, and all the labor slaves slept on the floor. There was not even a flat ground. The uneven mine land was littered with fine gravel and soil, which bit the skin and flesh all over the body, making it impossible to sleep peacefully.
Zhang Zheng had already woken up from her retreat, and saw her exhaustedly squeezing the flesh and bones all over her body, which were sore and bruised. The exposed flesh was covered with bruises and red marks.
"Remember to move the gravel away before going to bed next time, it will be better."
Zhang Zheng kindly reminded me.
Na Yaguo couldn't bring herself to cheer up, so she just nodded slowly with her eyelids drooped.
The rising sun sheds its rays, and the morning light comes at dawn. The fatigue of everyone in the entire mining area is clearly revealed in the bright sunlight.
Zhang Zheng originally thought that Na Yaoguo would rely on the power behind her to quit mining and catch up on some sleep.
Unexpectedly, although Na Yaguo looked languid and opened and closed her eyelids, she still held the stone chisel and slowly struck the ore.
It was a middle-aged world called the "Mute Hu Realm", and people in this world practiced witchcraft.
The lives of mortals are like ants in their eyes. Zhang Zheng wonders how the other slave workers in the mine came here? But even if the lives of the slave workers in the mine belong to the mine, they should not treat life so lightly, at all.
No reverence.
She said "hmm", took a bite of the steamed bun, and looked up at the sky like Zhang Zheng.
After this period of observation, from the bottom of her heart, Zhang Zheng didn't like witches very much, not only because the witchcraft made her feel uncomfortable, but also because this world where witchcraft is practiced can enslave mortals in an upright manner.
Unconsciously, Zhang Zheng actually asked such a presumptuous question.
After reacting, Zhang Zheng spoke quickly, intending to make amends, "Sorry, I was so tired that I said some terrible and unpleasant things. Don't take it to heart."
Zhang Zheng raised her lips and smiled, "Nothing, just taking a look around. The sky is quite blue today, and there are more clouds than usual."
Compared with the heart-wrenching boiling water, this bowl of cold boiled water is even more frightening, because it has already been heart-wrenching, and I understand from the bottom of my heart that the heart-wrenching wailing is of no use at all.
At first, the two walked side by side, but slowly, Zhang Zheng gradually fell one step behind.
Putting the empty backpack on the ground aside, Zhang Zheng held two cold steamed buns in his hands, holding a bowl of cold water, and sat on the open space next to the kitchen with the thin woman.
But inexplicably, this bowl of cold water also made people feel bitingly cold, thinking that it had boiled and made noise before, struggled and rolled, and finally could not escape the fate of being completely cold, useless, and abandoned.
Unexpectedly, the thin woman did not wolf down the food as if she was extremely hungry, but looked at Zhang Zheng doubtfully.
When heaven and earth began to separate, Yang Qi rose and Yin Qi sank, and the two became turbid and turbid, giving birth to spiritual Qi, ghost Qi, demon Qi... thousands of kinds of Qi.
Witchcraft talent?
The thin woman knew that the girl next to her and the seemingly thin girl were very agile and strong. They could carry a basket on their backs and receive a meal almost every day.
The woman paused in her steps and revealed the truth in a smooth voice, "My younger brother has awakened his talent for witchcraft, but his talent is so poor that no priest is willing to teach him. My parents sold me here in exchange for money to buy for my younger brother."
I took a job as a priest and learned something from the priest."
"How did you get here?"
The power of life and death rests with the superior person's joy, anger, sorrow, and the slightest displeasure can easily deprive a mortal of his life.
When Zhang Zheng was a guest at the Nan family in the reclusive world, Zhang Zheng happened to read a book called "The Travels of Sanren", which mentioned witches.
"The Travels of Sanren" does not record much relevant content. It only says that witchcraft is treacherous and unpredictable. Most of the witchcraft is considered by monks to be evil ways that are harmful to the laws of nature. Therefore, monks and sorcerers have always been at odds with each other.
The level of hatred where swords meet.
The woman's numb expression added some other expressions, whether it was happiness or surprise, it was hard to tell.
Today's steamed buns are salty, and even the water is salty.
"Can we go together?"
The woman reminded her.
Zhang Zheng smiled and put the backpack on his back neatly, "I was just thinking that I was getting bored walking alone."
She looked at the thick hemp rope that was deeply sunk on the woman's shoulder, and it felt like a dull knife cutting the skin and flesh all the time.
Her silence speaks not only to the woman's experience, but also to the message her words reveal.
Is there too much salt in the kitchen?
She suddenly felt her eyes sore, so much so that she sniffed uncontrollably, and the misty fog covered her vision like white clouds covering the sun.
He still looked up at the sky and took a bite of steamed buns from time to time.
She asked: "What are you looking at?"
In this way, it is not difficult to understand that Foreman Liu and Foreman Wang gave the monks the title of alien, and would draw their swords against each other when they met.
She also squatted down, with a heavy basket of iron ore pressing down on her body. The hemp rope straps disintegrated into strands of fluff and visibly sunk into her already thin flesh, leaving only a layer of skin.
After coming back to his senses from all the thoughts, Zhang Zheng quickly took off the backpack on his back and handed it to the miner slave.
It wasn't Na Yaoguo's voice. Zhang Zheng suddenly turned her head. It was the thin woman at the mining site beside her. She had used her dark, thin arms as thin as bamboo poles to stop her when she was about to act impulsively.
It was obviously a sad and miserable experience, but in the woman's calm voice, it seemed like a bowl of cold boiled water, bland and tasteless.
No wonder, Zhang Zheng always felt that the breath of the space here made her feel uncomfortable all over. It turned out that this was witchcraft.
The woman took another step forward, and Zhang Zheng followed her step by step, keeping silent.
The woman was tall and should have been about the same height as her, but at this moment, the iron ore on her back was as heavy as a mountain, pressing mercilessly on the body of a thin woman, making her a head shorter than her.
In addition to the world of cultivation that uses spiritual energy, demonic energy and ghost energy as cultivation media, there are also many other mystical systems that are tirelessly exploring ways to practice other auras.
The sky was indeed very blue, and the white clouds were soft and crowded, covering half of the sky. The sun was hiding behind the white clouds. In a short while, it burned a hole in the white clouds. The next moment, the white clouds blown by the wind blocked the dazzling sunlight.
It can only be said that people of different ways do not work together.
Near noon, Zhang Zheng's basket was filled with another basket full of ores, while Na Yaoguo's basket was less than a quarter full.
"We're here, please hand over the mines quickly."
About a quarter of an hour later, the two of them carried empty backpacks on their backs and were still walking one behind the other, preparing to return to their positions.
When we were almost there, the thin woman walking in front suddenly said, "Today's sky is indeed very blue."
After that, she returned to her seat, put down her backpack and continued digging.
Zhang Zheng stood there blankly for a while, then suddenly smiled and returned to his seat.
Chapter completed!