Seeing the sinister-looking Butler Ping, No. 8's heart was almost frightened!
"Who are you summoning!" Deacon Ping shouted coldly, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Feeling his murderous intent, No. 8 felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was as cold as ice.
"I, I'm giving..."
"snort!"
Before No. 8 finished speaking, he felt his neck tightening and his whole body being lifted up.
It's this disgusting feeling again. Do you like strangling him so much?
"Sir, spare my life..." No. 8 grabbed Deacon Ping's hand and begged for mercy with difficulty, but Deacon Ping was indifferent and looked at her coldly.
This scene feels so familiar.
"My lord, he is summoning me."
Just when Deacon Ping was about to strangle No. 8 to death without doing anything else, a voice sounded, giving No. 8 hope of survival.
"Asshole, you're finally here." He turned around and saw Su Mu rushing over. There were tears in No. 8's eyes, and he almost died.
"On the 18th, why did you just come out!" When a supervisor saw Su Mu, he was furious. He shouted and hit Su Mu with a whip, but Su Mu deftly dodged it.
The supervisor's brows were so angry that he still dared to hide? If he can't subdue you, a mine slave, how should Deacon Ping look at him!
"Deacon Ping, this is the colorful crystal mine I dug." Su Mu didn't give the supervisor a chance to get angry. He rushed to Deacon Ping and took out a colorful crystal mine with seven colors.
The portion is a pound!
And inside his storage ring, there were more than a hundred kilograms of colorful crystal minerals!
Surrounding the Jiucai Crystal Mine, there are more than a hundred kilograms of associated Colorful Crystal Mine!
This trip, I made a lot of money!
"Colorful Crystal Mine!?" The supervisor paused when he saw the Colorful Crystal Mine's movements, and his expression gradually became excited. He looked up at Deacon Ping. A pound of Colorful Crystal Mine is worth a lot of money!
They have been digging here for so long, and this is the first colorful crystal mine!
When Deacon Ping saw the colorful crystal mine, his expression immediately softened a lot. Although he wanted the nine-colored crystal mine more, the colorful crystal mine was also a big achievement for him.
"Deacon Ping, it is too difficult to dig the colorful crystal mine, and the place may collapse at any time. In order to avoid not being able to dig back, I asked him to send me a message to prevent any misunderstanding." Su Mu explained while holding the colorful crystal mine.
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Deacon Ping's expression softened again. It was rare to see such a conscious mining slave, and it was even rarer to find so many colorful crystal mines.
"If I dig out another pound of colorful crystal mine, I will let you go free." After accepting the colorful crystal mine and releasing it on the 8th, he gave Su Mu a verbal promise.
"Thank you, Deacon Ping!" Su Mu clasped his fists in gratitude, turned to look at No. 8 who was surviving the disaster, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he didn't trust No. 8, he would be breaking his promise if he killed No. 8.
"Check the two of them." Deacon Ping accepted the colorful crystal mine and did not trust Su Mu. He waved his hands to the supervisor to check Su Mu and the two.
"yes."
The supervisor came over, picked up the book, looked at Su Mu appreciatively, and said through a message: "You have really given me a lot of face. Don't worry, I will never treat you badly."
Won't he be treated badly? Just use less whip. Su Mu sneered in his heart, his expression unchanged.
"No. 8, when did you enter the mine and how many colored crystals were dug in total?" The supervisor asked No. 8 first, and No. 8 answered the question fluently.
The supervisor nodded with satisfaction, turned to look at Su Mu, and asked: "On the 18th, how many colored crystal mines have you dug so far?"
Hearing this question, No. 8 immediately breathed a sigh of relief for Su Mu. He had told Su Mu all this information before, and it would definitely not be exposed.
"A total of thirty-five kilograms of tricolor crystal ore and one kilogram of seven-color crystal mine were dug."
The supervisor glanced at the book, nodded slightly, patted Su Mu on the shoulder and turned to leave.
"Do a good job."
"Wait a minute." Deacon Ping suddenly came over and looked at Su Mu with a frown. He always felt that there was something wrong with this man. As a mine slave, his positivity was a bit too much.
Also, why do the mine slaves have jade slips that convey the text in their hands?
Under the questioning gaze of the supervisor, Deacon Ping snatched the book away, glanced at all the information about No. 18, and continued to interrogate Su Mu.
"Where did you and his jade slips come from!"
"I picked it up." Su Mu looked calm. Picking up two jade slips in the mine is not too much, right?
Picked it up? Deacon Ping changed his mind and did not pursue it. After all, there were many people in the mine, so he could indeed pick up some things.
"You and No. 8 are old acquaintances, right? When did you meet him?"
"We got here together a month ago."
Deacon Ping glanced at the book and frowned. Is there really no problem?
With a thought in his heart, he stared at No. 18's name for a while, then looked up at Su Mu.
"May I have your name?"
Name? No. 8's expression suddenly changed and he looked at Su Mu in panic. He had never told Su Mu the name of No. 18!
It's not that he forgot to mention it, it's that he doesn't know who the surname of No. 18 is. No one here will say their names, and they will only be identified by numbers.
The reason for doing this, to put it nicely, is to prevent family and friends from being implicated; to put it badly, it means distrust!
The mine slaves are the same as the prisoners exiled by the empire. Their friendship is only superficial. They are more about being wary of each other and persecuting each other, and this is just for a little profit.
Su Mu's heart sank, and he glanced at No. 8 and realized that the mine slaves did not tell each other their names.
"Say!" Seeing that Su Mu was still reluctant to speak, Deacon Ping's eyes flashed and he shouted.
"Yue Guang." Su Mu could only make up a name. At the same time, the dark veins were surging, and the Chaos Open Sky Record was running wildly. If he couldn't fool him, he had to take action!
"You can even remember your own name correctly?" Deacon Ping sneered, there is indeed a problem!
"It's different from the registered name, right?" Su Mu shrugged and said, "That's right, whoever comes here will use their real name."
Deacon Ping was so happy that he was still arguing with him!
"Then tell me, what is the pseudonym you registered?"
"Tell me, I want to know your alias!" Deacon Ping stared at Su Mu, trying to get clues from his face!
"My alias is...your father!"
"Qiang!"
Su Mu Leng shouted and drew his sword. If he couldn't be fooled, he would just kill him!
Anyway, the Jiucai Crystal Mine has been obtained and the goal has been achieved!
"Ouch!"
"What is he doing!"
"He dares to attack Deacon Ping? Is he crazy?"
Su Mu's action of drawing his sword frightened the mine slaves so much that they retreated and exclaimed, "Do you want to die?"
"What are you doing!" No. 8 was also frightened and hurriedly sent a message to Su Mu. Doing so would be a dead end!
"Ho...it's you after all." Deacon Ping was not angry but happy when he saw Su Mu draw his sword. He was indeed right. If you dare to sneak in and steal the Nine Color Crystal Mine with him, you are seeking death!
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
Deacon Ping did not take action, but put his hands behind his back and asked coldly.
He has reached the peak of the Yuan realm, so why should he be afraid of a spy sneaking in?
"Put down the sword!"
"Be honest and you can still have a good time!"
All the supervisors rushed over, drew their weapons and surrounded Su Mu with murderous intent!
Deacon Ping looked at Su Mu with a sneer, are you still going to fight stubbornly now?
"It seems you don't want to explain." Deacon Ping waved his hand, and an overseer swung his sword towards Su Mu!
"Give him a breath."
After hearing what Deacon Ping said, the supervisor changed his sword to a whip and whipped Su Mu hard!
"Snapped!"
Su Mu raised his hand and grabbed the whip, staring at the overseer with a cold light in his eyes!
The supervisor was furious and dared to provoke him. Was he afraid that his death would not be pleasant enough?
"Click click click..."
When he tried to pull the whip back, he saw ice quickly forming on the whip, a cold air rushed over him, and his soul began to tremble!
"What kind of power is this!" The supervisor instantly realized that this power was not something he could contend with, and decisively let go, but it was too late.
The cold air had entered his body. Under the gaze of everyone, his movements became stiff and he froze into an ice sculpture in a short while!