The Grinding Mountain in the night.
It is an adventurer's paradise.
Countless lights flickered, searching through the mined ores.
This was a characteristic of the mine.
By day, they were miners.
They went deep into the mine, using explosives, picks, and other tools to extract ores from the mountain.
And at night, they transformed into prospectors.
Using any tools they could find, they broke open the ores extracted during the day.
Searching for various gemstones that might be present.
Red cinnabar, jade, they were all targets.
How valuable were gemstones?
A grain-sized piece of red cinnabar, taken out of the mountain, would be worth at least $30,000!
Of course, red cinnabar wasn't common, jade was the most common here.
Generally speaking.
Most easily found rough stones would be found in these rounds of screening.
Then they would flow directly into the market.
There were also some that were less certain, and they would be sent to the gambling stone stalls.
Then, by creating some "overnight wealth" lucky myths, they would attract gambling stone customers from all over the world.
Of course, whether you could finally leave the Grinding Mountain depends entirely on your skills.
One is eyesight, experience, and a little bit of luck.
Two is to curb greed, to know when to stop.
Unfortunately, most people didn't have the above skills, so their fate was obvious.
The ores in the mine, after being screened by the miners at night.
According to the rules, after the large trucks carried them away, the remaining ditches and pits would be screened for the final two rounds by some also-rans (mostly children).
Any ore they found belonged to them.
Shen Xing once found a grain-sized red cinnabar here.
Enough talk.
The former Hai Shan Mine had now changed its sign and become someone else's property.
It was said that Wu Hai Shan's ex-wife and children had come to make a fuss, but it was unknown what the outcome was.
At this time, the mine was also brightly lit.
The miners were all holding flashlights, picks, and sieves, constantly searching through the ore.
When they got bored with their work, a few acquaintances would gather together to chat.
And the most common topic of conversation.
Apart from which alleyway's woman had a big ass, big boobs, good service, and cheap prices.
It was all about the various events that had happened recently.
All sorts of guesses, everything was said.
Here, a tall, thin old miner was sitting and chatting with a short, fat new miner.
"Did you hear about it, Wu boss died, a group of people came to the mine to sing opera."
The old miner took a sip of water and whispered mysteriously to the new miner.
"Opera? The mine hasn't opened any new tunnels recently, has it? So it's..."
The short, fat new miner was startled and blurted out.
"You're new here, you don't know, red cinnabar! A fist-sized red cinnabar! That period, the entire Grinding Mountain was going crazy!"
The old miner was exaggerating to the extreme, trying his best to paint a vivid picture.
"Is there really such a big red cinnabar? How much would it be worth then? If I could find a piece...Third Uncle, I'll take our whole family to Dragon Country to enjoy the good life."
The new miner looked dreamy.
"Hey! How much is it worth? What does it have to do with you? Guess why they sang opera?"
The old miner slapped the other guy on the forehead.
"Someone died?"
"You're not dumb after all."
The old miner's eyes showed a hint of fear.
"From that day on, things haven't stopped happening in this mine."
"First, there were ghosts in the mine, Wu boss said it was a child who fell in."
"But Wu boss was later scared to death in his office!"
"Then came Ge Gan Ting."
"Their deaths were the same, everyone said it was Fourth Brother coming to claim their lives!"
The new miner was scared and subconsciously hugged his shoulders, "Third Uncle, is it really haunted then?"
The old miner slapped him again, "I'm just telling you, work honestly! Don't be misled by the stones, earn your living honestly."
"If the mine is haunted, it's haunted, we'll stay out of the tunnels."
But the new miner didn't think so, "But Third Uncle, the market was haunted the other day too. Jin Gang and the others died a horrible death."
The old miner took a deep breath, "Those hooligans died, who knows if it was someone else who did it, we'll work honestly as miners, don't think about those things."
Hearing this, the short miner also nodded repeatedly, "Third Uncle, I listen to you."
But as soon as he finished speaking.
From the tunnels in the distance, there was another sound of ghostly howls.
"Haunted!"
The whole mine was immediately in an uproar.
…
Time rewind to half a day ago.
Chen Tai came to the Grinding Mountain quietly and went straight to Sun Shan.
"This is the result of your 'doing justice for Heaven'?"
Chen Tai pointed at a pile of currency on the bed, as well as the jade rough stones piled up in the room, and questioned Sun Shan.
Sun Shan stuck his neck out, looking up, "They cheated me out of my money, I just took it back."
"Sigh..." Chen Tai sighed.
"If I had known, I would have made you into a Dao Soldier."
Ba Zi Ge, Sun Shan, and Guess Uncle, three people with three different forms.
Ba Zi Ge was a Netherworld Guardian, a kind of Dao Soldier.
This kind of Dao Soldier had not yet extinguished their vital essence, and had various functions, but their desires were weakened, and their combat power could not be improved through normal means.
Guess Uncle was a Devil Soldier created by attaching an evil spirit.
His mind was not lost, he was quick-witted, and his strength would increase as he absorbed more evil spirits.
Although he looked like a normal person now, as time went on, he would gradually lose his natural desires for food, sex, pain, and pleasure.
This was also an insurance that Chen Tai made for him, because he was deeply scheming.
To make him a loyal and selfless subordinate, without worldly desires, but with a sharp mind, who could come up with ideas.
As for Sun Shan, he had been given a point-illumination technique, Chen Tai used a strand of magic energy to ignite the revenge desire in his heart.
He could be considered a demon man, also with undying vital essence and various functions, but his desires were enhanced, and he could use this to improve his combat power.
Unfortunately, the desires he had enhanced were those of a wife and children, a warm bed, and a gambling addiction.
Instead, the revenge spirit that Chen Tai needed most was gone.
"So, now I want you to go to the mine and make some noise."
Sun Shan looked excited, "Can I take any of those stones then?"
He lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed, "I want to save some coffin money for my wife."
Forget it, he's just like that for the rest of his life.
"Suit yourself, just make a big fuss."
Chen Tai waved his hand and sent him away.
So, under Sun Shan's efforts.
The Grinding Mountain was shut down once again.