Asking about longevity

The night was dark and the moon was cold.

Outside Nanyue City, a group of monks sneaked towards the mine.

And behind them, three little monks who were hiding their figures were also following them secretly.

There was silence all the way, and not long after, Wang Lai and others arrived outside the mine.

The mine does not operate at night and is locked by several large iron gates.

Wang Lai leaned against the iron door, walked twenty steps to the right, squatted down, and groped with his hands in the night. After a while, he opened a low secret door.

Old Yutou, Wang Er and three others looked at each other.

They have been mining all year round, but they didn't know there was such a secret door outside the mine.

"Walk."

Wang Lai whispered, then lowered his body and took the lead into the mine through the secret door.

Old Yutou hesitated.

A few gangsters pushed Old Yu's head from behind.

Wealth and wealth are found in danger.

Old Yutou gritted his teeth and followed Wang Lai, ducking into the mine.

Wang Lai and his party all entered the mine, and the last ruffian closed the secret door.

Mo Hua and three others also came to the secret door and found that the secret door was not only closed, but also entangled in iron chains, with a pair of iron locks on the iron chains.

Bai Zisheng asked: "Do you want me to split it?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "There was too much movement."

"Then how do you get in?"

Mo Hua pointed at the lock and said, "There is a formation on this lock."

"Can you untie it?"

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows:

"If this little lock can't be unlocked, I'm no longer worthy of being a first-grade formation master..."

Bai Zisheng muttered: "Not all first-level formation masters can break the formation..."

Bai Zixi raised her white little finger, said "shh" to them to stop talking, and then said to Mo Hua:

"Hurry up."

"Um."

Mo Hua nodded, took out his pen and ink, and after a little calculation in his mind, he understood the formation on the lock.

The first-grade and seven-pattern iron lock array.

A few formation patterns were randomly drawn on the ink painting. On the iron lock, the light flashed and then faded. It opened with a "creak".

The technique is so skillful that it is as easy as picking up your own key and opening your own lock.

Bai Zisheng was a little surprised.

Mo Hua was a little proud, and then he cautiously tried to push the secret door open, but he pushed it several times, but nothing happened...

This secret door is a bit heavy, and it's not easy to push through if you're not a body-refining monk.

Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zisheng.

Bai Zisheng understood, stretched out his hand and pushed the secret door open, then smiled proudly at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua shook his head. Just as he was about to go in, he was stopped by Bai Zisheng.

"I'll go in first," Bai Zisheng said.

Ink painting is not physical cultivation, the physical body is a shortcoming. If you go in first, you will be in danger and you will be in trouble.

Mo Hua was slightly startled. He understood what Bai Zisheng was thinking. He hesitated and nodded.

Although he had scanned it with his spiritual consciousness beforehand and found that there was no danger behind the secret door, he still accepted the kindness of his younger brother.

Bai Zisheng got in through the secret door first, and after a moment he whispered:

"It's not dangerous, everyone come in."

So Mo Hua and Bai Zixi also entered the secret door one after another.

Behind the secret door is the mine.

This is the second time Mo Hua has entered the mine.

The first time I came, it was daytime, and many miners were mining.

The mines are hot and noisy.

It was night at this time, and there was no one in the mine.

The dark night fell, and the entire mine seemed eerie and dead.

As far as the eye can see, there are only rugged rocks and dark mine shafts.

Wang Lai and others also disappeared.

Bai Zisheng asked: "What should I do?"

Mo Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness, then pointed to a road and said, "Go this way."

So the three of them activated the concealment formation, covered their tracks, and quietly walked toward the mine.

In the dark mine, Wang Lai took the lead.

Lao Yutou, Wang Er and Tang Wu were walking in the middle.

There were three gangsters following behind.

The mine at night was damp and gloomy. In the dead cave, only the messy footsteps of a few people echoed, and occasionally there was the sound of water dripping, which seemed far away but also close, making people feel uneasy.

Tang Wu asked: "Brother Wang, where is the mine?"

Wang Lai said: "Just follow me."

Wang Lai walked with his back to them, and there was no hint of emotion or anger in his voice. It echoed in the mine, with a hint of unspeakable unpredictability.

Wang Er, who was behind him, noticed something was amiss and asked carefully:

"Brother Wang, do you often come here to steal mines?"

"It's my first time too.

"But this road looks so familiar to you..."

Wang Lai hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said:

"I did some digging beforehand, bribed the Lu family monks, and left a secret door, so it went so smoothly..."

Wang Er nodded dubiously.

Old Yutou walked silently, not saying much, but he was also uneasy in his heart.

He had already noticed something was wrong.

Wang Lai is so experienced in this trip, as if he has been here many times.

But he himself said that this was his first time stealing mines.

This is obviously impossible.

Even if you have stepped on it a little bit, you won't be so familiar with it.

Old Yutou's expression remained unchanged, but he already felt a little regretful, and his steps slowed down a bit.

Wang Lai noticed it, so he turned around and glanced at Old Yutou lightly, "We're almost there, walk faster."

Just this glance made Lao Yutou's heart skip a beat.

Wang Lai's look was like looking at a dead person.

What do they want to do?

Laoyu was sweating profusely from the back of his head.

But he still could only follow Wang Lai and the others.

They walked deeper into the mine, getting deeper and deeper, becoming more and more dead.

After walking a few steps, Wang Er suddenly fell down and cursed in a low voice:

"Why is the ground so slippery?"

Wang Lai said displeasedly: "Be careful."

Wang Er smiled and said: "Okay, Brother Wang."

His eyes flashed slightly, and he stood up slowly, deliberately falling a few steps behind everyone. When Wang Lai and others were not paying attention, Wang Er turned around and ran away, trying to escape to the entrance of the mine.

When Wang Lai heard the rapid footsteps, he turned back suddenly with a ferocious expression:

"catch him!"

A big man stepped forward quickly and caught up with Wang Lai in a few steps. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to the ground.

Wang Lai said coldly: "Wang Er, what do you mean?"

Wang Er's face turned pale: "No...it's nothing..."

"Then why are you running?"

"I didn't run."

Wang Lai's expression turned cold.

Wang Er gritted his teeth and said, "You didn't bring us to steal the mines at all!"

Wang Lai looked a little stunned, and then said coldly:

"How did you know?"

Wang Er pointed to the deep mine and said: "There are no mines here at all, there is nothing!"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Yutou's expression suddenly changed, he took a few steps back and wanted to escape.

But it was too late, Wang Lai had already drawn his knife and chopped off Lao Yu's head.

Lao Yutou was old and frail, so he was no match for Wang Lai, let alone being caught off guard.

He was struck in the shoulder by Wang Lai and kicked hard. He collapsed to the ground, leaning against the cold stone wall, breathing heavily.

Tang Wu was still a little dazed. He didn't understand why Wang Er suddenly wanted to run away, and he didn't understand why everyone suddenly took action...

"Brother Wang, what's going on?"

Before he could finish his words, the ruffian next to him suddenly punched him in the abdomen.

Tang Wu felt pain, holding his stomach, and slowly knelt down.

Before he could react to what happened, another gangster hit him on the back of the head with a stick.

This stick was mixed with spiritual power and was very powerful. After the beating, the stick was stained with blood, and Tang Wu slowly fell to the ground.

Wang Ermu shouted anxiously:

"Tang Wu!"

Although he and Tang Wu have different surnames, they grew up together and mined together and have a good relationship.

He just wanted to run away alone, but he was just afraid for a moment and wanted to run away instinctively, but he didn't expect that Wang Lai and others could actually attack Tang Wu.

He had no grievances and no grudges, so why did he kill him?

The king's eyes were about to burst, and he said angrily to Wang Lai:

"Wang Laipi, you fucking..."

A gangster punched him in the face, interrupting his words, and then someone also hit him on the head with a stick.

There was blood seeping out of Wang Er's head, and his head slowly dropped.

Lao Yu collapsed to the ground and said bitterly:

"Wang Lai, what do you want?"

Wang Lai shrugged, "You poor devils will suffer while you are alive. It is better to die and suffer less, and let me earn some spiritual stone flowers."

Old Yutou's face turned gloomy.

He should have thought of it a long time ago.

The king is a jackal, and if he wants to share his meat with a jackal, he is seeking skin from a tiger, which is simply impossible.

I shouldn't have been greedy for a moment and believed the king's words.

Old Yutou said in fear: "Let us go. I will give you whatever you want."

Wang Lai sneered, "What do you have? All your belongings are worth a spiritual stone, so what's there to talk about?"

"Tang Wu and the others are still young, don't..."

"Young and strong ones have better prices."

A ruffian said: "Brother, it's getting late. We can't stay here for long."

Wang Lai nodded, "That's right."

He turned his head, glanced at Lao Yutou, and said with a smile:

"I told you, wealth can only be obtained through risk. If you don't encounter some dangers, how can you get wealth? However, this risk is yours, and wealth is mine."

Old Yutou's voice was trembling, "What benefits will you gain by killing us?"

Wang Lai smiled and said, "Don't worry about it."

Several gangsters took out iron chains from storage bags and locked Wang Er and Tang Wu.

The king came and warned: "Open the heart veins and kill them. Don't hurt the limbs or break the skin."

Then he looked at Old Yutou again and said, "I'll do this old man."

Wang Lai has a high level of cultivation and ruthless methods. He wants to kill Lao Yutou without any effort at all.

When death was imminent, Lao Yutou was both frightened and regretful.

I shouldn't be greedy and deal with people like Wang Lai.

Then I felt deeply guilty.

The life of a mine repairman was miserable. His son died early and he and his grandson were dependent on each other.

Once you die and leave a helpless grandson, how can you live...

If he died, would the little grandson who depended on each other have clothes to wear, would he have a mouthful of food to eat, would he be bullied, would he starve to death on the street at night...

Old Yutou felt bitter in his heart.

He was in pain because he couldn't take care of his grandson, and he was regretful because he was greedy.

He shed tears and begged:

"Come, king, I beg you, spare my life, please...my little grandson..."

Wang Lai was unmoved at all. He held the knife in his right hand and raised it high, with an insensitive sneer on his lips.

Old Yu felt as if his head had fallen into an ice cellar, and he could only watch helplessly as the knife struck his chest.

His old tears turned cold, and his eyes were full of despair.

At this moment, a crimson fire flashed instantly, illuminating the dark mine.

The fire was dazzling, and the surging fire spiritual power rushed toward his face.

Old Yutou couldn't help but closed his eyes. After a while, when he opened his eyes again, he found that his chest was intact and he was not dead.

He looked up sluggishly and saw that Wang Lai's entire arm was ablaze with fire.

The crimson tongue of fire licked Wang Lai's arm, burning his right arm to black. The knife in his right hand had already fallen to the ground.

Wang Lai suffered from the burning pain, half-kneeling on the ground and struggling to make a sound.

Lao Yutou's numb mind gradually came around.

That was... the fireball technique just now?