Ge Gan Ting was riding high these days.
Although Wu Hai Shan was nominally the owner of the mine,
he was a Dragon Nation citizen, and had no capable assistants.
Even the title of Director of the Grinding Mountain Committee.
Besides his own skills and ability to work with people,
it was also because everyone valued his Dragon Nation identity.
He had no backing, no trusted subordinates.
Therefore, in the mining community, which was mainly composed of the Bo and Mo tribes,
Wu Hai Shan usually relied more on the weaker Mo tribe, Duan Si.
“Ha ha, a lone Dragon Nation man, thinking he can be in charge just by using tricks?”
“And that Duan Si, so obedient, really thinks Wu Hai Shan will let him be the foreman?”
“Well, don't blame me for being ruthless.”
“Just blame yourself for being too naive.”
Ge Gan Ting had reason to be smug.
He took the opportunity to kill Duan Si directly.
Then, in front of everyone, he helped Wu Hai Shan recover the loss of a gemstone.
No matter how reluctant he was, he had to give the foreman position to Ge Gan Ting.
The following events happened naturally.
He, Ge Gan Ting, was second to none in the Hai Shan mine.
Even Wu Hai Shan himself was practically sidelined, and had to go to the Xianglong Trading Company to ask Chairman Chen for help.
Once Wu Hai Shan leaves, who will this mine belong to?
Ha ha, he, Ge Gan Ting, is the foreman, and whatever stones come out of this mine,
He has the final say!
But Ge Gan Ting’s good mood was quickly shattered.
His trusted confidant from the Bo tribe rushed over, looking panicked.
“Ge Gan Ting! It’s not good! The cave, the cave...”
He looked terrified, gasping for breath.
“What about the mine? It’s just a mine inspection, can the cave be blown up?”
Ge Gan Ting had to put down the beauty in his arms, his face filled with anger.
“Ghosts! There are ghosts in the cave! It’s Duan Si! Duan Si is back!”
“Ge Gan Ting, go and see quickly!”
Ge Gan Ting pushed the beauty away.
“Ghosts?”
“I've been in the mine for over ten years, I've seen hundreds, maybe even dozens of dead people, and you're telling me about ghosts now?”
Ge Gan Ting felt like he heard the funniest joke in the world!
So many people died in the mine before, but there were no ghosts.
Now there are!
And now, when he, Ge Gan Ting, is about to take control of the mine?
How convenient!
Who remembers when the last time there were ghosts in the mine?
Wasn’t it a little over a week ago?
After that dragon cub hid in the mine shaft?
He, Ge Gan Ting, had even been sending food to the little guy every day.
Trying to use ghosts to scare him, Ge Gan Ting?
He’s joking!
Ge Gan Ting looked up at a small building in the mine.
The light was on in the top room.
“Hehe, it seems Wu boss hasn't been lonely these past few days.”
Ge Gan Ting got dressed.
He put on his headlamp.
He grabbed the shotgun at the door.
“Go! Get everyone, let's go!”
“I, Ge Gan Ting, will see who is playing tricks!”
“Also, such a big thing, how can Wu boss not be here?”
“Get two people to go and ask Wu boss to come down!”
…
Ge Gan Ting led a group of people to the number three mine, full of swagger.
Not far from the entrance, there was a group of Mo tribe miners.
They were surrounding and comforting the two who had gone down to inspect the mine.
“Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!”
Ge Gan Ting’s confidant pushed the Mo tribe people away rudely.
But when Ge Gan Ting saw the two men,
He had some doubts in his heart.
He saw that both miners were crying, their faces full of tears.
Their clothes were also wet.
The smell of urine hit him.
He recognized these two, they were troublemakers among the Mo tribe miners.
They had quite some prestige among the Mo tribe, and were likely to inherit Duan Si’s position.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have deliberately tormented them.
But seeing them like this,
If the ghosts were not real, and they couldn’t get rid of him, Ge Gan Ting,
It was clear that they would be known as cowards.
They would be hard to get along with in the future.
Were the ghosts real? Fake?
Ge Gan Ting was more inclined to believe it was fake.
For a man like him,
Faith was just a tool, only profit was real.
Praying was more of a habit, or a tool to unite his tribe.
As for whether there was a Buddha in the world, whether there were ghosts,
How could it be as important as money?
Therefore, he jumped to conclusions.
He thought that Wu Hai Shan was the one behind it.
Using the Mo tribe miners and the dead Duan Si
to undermine Ge Gan Ting's authority.
In front of everyone, these two said that Duan Si had returned.
He, Ge Gan Ting, had to take people down to check the situation.
And the cave was pitch black, just find someone to give him a scare.
Wouldn't Wu Hai Shan be able to regain control of the mine?
But here’s the problem.
Things have come to this point.
Could he not go down?
Ge Gan Ting looked back.
Among the Bo tribe people, some were indignant, some were afraid, and some troublemakers turned their heads away from him.
And the Mo tribe people? Most of them looked at him with anger, with a murderous look.
Hey! If looks could kill, would there be anyone alive in this world?
A bunch of cowards.
So, he kicked the two men.
“Tell me what happened clearly! I think you’re just putting on a show!”
They were kicked several times before they reacted.
One of them trembled, holding up a blood-stained paper talisman.
“We really saw brother Si! Look, the talisman my amei (mother) asked for for me is ruined!”
The crowd erupted in a sudden uproar.
Only Ge Gan Ting snatched the talisman.
His eyes flickered.
But what was even more chilling was yet to come.
The sound of hurried footsteps came.
“Ge Gan Ting! Ge Gan Ting! It’s not good! Wu boss is dead!”
This news came like a bolt from the blue.
It hit Ge Gan Ting’s heart.
Dead?
They were still suspecting him here.
And then he died?
He looked at the two men who were still sitting on the ground.
A chill ran down his spine.
Could there be some connection?
He grabbed his subordinate.
“How did Wu boss die!”
The man was terrified, gesticulating wildly.
“His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, he was holding his chest, it looked like he was scared to death.”
Suddenly.
Everyone around felt a gust of cold wind blow past.
Even though it was a tropical night, everyone felt a shiver run down their spines.
Ge Gan Ting suddenly had an idea.
“Quickly go and invite the monk!”
…
Wu Hai Shan was indeed scared to death.
He was so frightened that he suffered a heart attack.
The monk had also performed a religious ceremony.
But after that, more and more people in the mine saw Duan Si.
And it wasn't just the Mo tribe miners.
The Bo tribe miners saw him too.
For a while, everyone’s eyes were focused on Ge Gan Ting.
Some Mo tribe people rumored that Duan Si was pushed down the well by Ge Gan Ting.
And Ge Gan Ting was also uncomfortable.
Wu Hai Shan was dead.
The Grinding Mountain was in dispute over the distribution of the Hai Shan mine.
But no matter who took over,
No one would allow Ge Gan Ting to continue as foreman.
Therefore, his options were limited.
Seize this last chance of chaos, and make a fortune.
But there are ghosts in the cave!
Recently, Ge Gan Ting hadn't been sleeping well, and in his dreams he always saw one, and many blood-soaked figures reaching out to grab him.
He would always wake up in a fright in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, one of his beauties brought him a ‘Wansheng Pill’ from outside the mountain.
It was said to cure all diseases.
Strengthen the body.
Prolong life.
After Ge Gan Ting took it.
Sure enough, he felt refreshed.
Then.
His evil thoughts began to grow.
“Come down with me!”
He was fully armed, with yellow paper from the monk pasted all over him, and he waved a shotgun, shouting loudly.
His subordinates were holding Buddha statues.
“Let’s do this and get the money to go home!”
He led a group of his confidants, shouting and yelling, down the mine shaft.
Once they went down, they saw that the miners’ lamps, which had been said to be “broken”, were all working properly.
This gave him even more confidence.
“I knew they weren't telling the truth!”
He led his people towards the depths of the mine.
Suddenly.
The lights went out.
A gust of cold wind whistled past everyone’s ears.
Ge Gan Ting felt chills all over.
“Ge Gan Ting! Look above!”
Someone shouted.
Ge Gan Ting didn’t dare to move his head, he just tried his best to look up.
Fortunately.
A pale face hanging upside down came into view.
“Duan Si!”
He raised his shotgun, “Bang!” he fired a shot.
A large hole was blasted into the pale face.
But in front of him, a puff of black smoke gushed out of the hole, and instantly closed up as before.
Then, more and more dark shadows appeared around them.
“Ah!!!”
Ge Gan Ting felt a rush of blood to his head.
The next moment, his vision went black.
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